This One
Well this. Certainly wasn’t what he’d expected, when Jarvis’d told the Avengers call him upstairs and he asks if Tony’s alright because otherwise he can’t be bothered, really. And Jarvis says he isn’t with them and now Loki’s on his feet and hasting because Norns help whoever has or has injured this one.
“Where is Stark?” amidst the crowd of Avengers on the 92nd floor his eyes dart over to where Nat and Thor stand on either sides of Clint who’s, holding a cat??
“Loki listen,” Bruce called from aside Steve. “The guys, ran into a problem.” The cat, a chocolate-shade Maine Coon, meowed looking straight at him. Eyes, bright brown, an unsettlingly familiar gaze to them. “A witch or something, and,” Banner gestured, towards the trio with the cat, that again at him meows and it hits Loki swiftly. He deadpans.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Not at all,” Steve told failing to veil amusement. The cat turned certainly unamused eyes towards him. Thor reached, indulging the instinct to pet and already Loki scowled and as irate the cat yelped meowing disapproval.
“Sorry,” Thor winced. It reverted to Loki who neared and when the paws stretched out towards him and it gave some tame murmur, the god visibly softened reaching in turn for it. Frowning Clint retracts having Loki on him fixate a death glare as the cat in his grasp turned to meow and fidget. Scowling Clint huffs:
“Alright,” handing it awkwardly over. Loki takes Cat Tony, holds him up smirk wide.
“Well look what you’ve gotten yourself into.” Tony meowed in audible disgruntlement tail swooshing. “No? Not amused?” The meow’s louder, Loki chuckling cradled then Tony to his side and started: “Right. Thor I need every book you can find on Midgard magic in Asgard. Banner, Romanoff, you’ll help me search the library. Rogers and Barton you’ll return to where you’d confronted the witch, find their lair and grimoire, notebook, wherever they document their spell-work.”
“Oh yeah sure lemme just grab you a bunch of books on magic so you can turn us all into cats.”
“I don’t need Midgard magic for that darling.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Steve adds. Tony meows.
“He disagrees.”
“Can you, understand him?” Bruce asks.
“I don’t need to.” Tony’s swinging tail slows; he resists the urge to purr as absently almost Loki’s fingers card through his pelt at leisure.
“Guys, seriously,” Clint interrupts. “Wh-why can’t Thor just, take him to Asgard, can’t they change him back there?” Loki sneers.
“It’s not safe for him to travel in this state, that and even Asgard’s most adapt mages hardly know nor care to learn of Midgard magic.”
“Well they got books don’t they? They can figure it out.” Tony meowed aloud, scuttling to climb a perplexed Loki’s shoulder, balancing careful, lush tail draped round the god’s neck. Proceeded then to plant one paw top Loki’s head. The mage grinned.
“I think Stark can decide for himself whom he’d rather trust to have alter him back in one piece.” He meowed in assent. Clint scoffed.
“Even as a cat you’re a moron.” The cat hissed tail tapping. Loki laughed. Smirking Thor adds:
“Loki is the best mage on Asgard.”
“Was,” Barton shot back. “Hardly any juice left in the tank.” Tony’d tell him to shut up if he could he’d intervene like he could as scowling Loki tells him:
“Still enough to shift you into a rodent. Would you like to see?”
“Alright, enough,” Steve interjects, starts: “Loki,” like to dissent, and greens are pointed as are browns as he looks between both. Relents with a sigh then. “Fine. But, Thor. You’ll consult with, other mages on Asgard, get him only the books he’d need.” Greens roll; Thor nods.
“Of course.” Losing balance as Loki starts to walk the latter tugs him back down into the cradle of his arms Nat following closely, Bruce in tow, halting when Clint whispered:
“Are we seriously gonna trust him with this??” to respond, certain:
“He won’t hurt Tony. Just get him what he needs so we can get it over with.”