This Feeling I Can't Describe
It started out a fairly typical, if extremely boring, day for Loki. He’d woken up in his Midgardian apartment, made himself a drink (coffee with vodka this time; he liked to keep things fresh) and then popped off to visit one of the few mortals he considered an actual friend: Wade Wilson. He was insane, given, and insanity was one of the worst enemies of Chaos, true, but Loki dipped himself in that realm often enough that he didn’t exactly care.
(there were these two amusing creatures there that seemed to consider stabbing, decapitating, and generally ‘killing’ one another as foreplay; Loki found this quite amusing, if a bit disturbing)
Sometimes insanity created the best mischief after all, and that was something Loki loved just a bit more than Chaos.
It was Wade who mentioned the party Stark seemed to be hosting, although ‘party’ was being generous. It was more a gathering of the heroes known as the Avengers and their allies for a simple get together. Considering that the Villains were off scheming their end of the week plots for global domination or destruction or whatever the heroes could relax and have fun with relative ease.
Wednesday: the perfect day to spy and dig up dirt to use against arrogant older siblings who should just die sometimes, and leave their little brothers alone.
Loki had quite gleefully transported himself and Wade off to the party. Loki proceeded to slither around invisible, catching little pieces of blackmail with a wide, wide grin. Wade didn’t bother with sneaking. He just went over, grabbed a drink, and began hitting on pretty much anything that moved.
Loki found it mildly amusing how everyone pretty much ignored that Wade was there, in a party he was not invited nor should have been able to enter. Wade found it amusing too, actually. Wade wondered what sort of reception Loki would receive if he popped in unannounced. Loki muttered something about waiting for the opportune time.
He’s done this before.