Wreaths, assemble! (For Chaos!)
Warm and peaceful...
Is this what death feels like?
Never once in all his life, had Loki ever thought that he would sacrifice his life for that meathead of a brother, Thor.
Unfortunately, that's what got his into this state.
How ironic.
For him so save someone he had hated the most.
Then again, he needs a rest from dealing with idiots anyway.
"Hello~"
He seemed to have heard something.
It may (must!) be his imagination.
"Loki~ Loki, right?"
No, Loki is dead. And he wants to stay dead.
"Aww, is this how you treat your savior?"
Loki snapped open his eyes in irritation to see who the hell dares to interrupt him from his eternal rest.
It was a boy.
An albino boy.
Who could not be more than 9. Either that or he is short. Like a dwarf.
Wait, what? Savior?
"What." Loki states his thoughts. In shortened form. The mortal should be glad that he even deigned to reply him.
"Nice to meet you, Loki. Heard soo much about your perchance for chaos. So how would you like to be mine?" The albino asked.
Loki swears there is an underlying treat beneath all the sweat sounding words.
"You owe me two debts after all." The albino continued.
Loki was right. There is an underlying threat.
Wait, he knows the albino healed him from whatever wound he got from Thanos' minion but what's the other debt.
"You destroyed my favourite marshmallow shop from the Chitauri attack~"
What.
Loki narrowed his eyes, vigilance fully displayed on his face, And how did he know what he was thinking??? Mind reading ability?
"As a mist, you sure are easy to read. But you'll do." The albino replied to his thoughts casually, but Loki could hear the underlying contempt within them. Even if there wasn't, there was!
It had hurt his pride.
"..." Loki swears that he will kill whoever had put him in this white room with this... this... deranged... thing!
"Well, your answer?"
"... pardon?" Loki asked as nobly as he could in this situation, mildly feeling insulted.
He swears that he will kill this kid who seems to push multiple of his buttons.
"Will you be mine?" The albino asked again.
Still smiling creepily.
A 'no' may be a bit far fetched in this situation. He remembers the child going on a warpath during his attack on earth. Well, if you can't beat them, join them. It kept Loki alive and kicking until now so he may as well stick to that very principle in this situation.
The situation with Thor doesn't count. It was an anomaly!
So, Loki contemplated for a second. Because, despite the inevitable results, Loki still wants to rake in some benefits, and freedom. And fun.
"I get to cause all the chaos and mischief I want right?" He tentatively asks, though he held his head high and was looking down Byakuran.
Which was honestly a contrast to cautious tone.
Byakuran beamed, "Of course." He then looked at the door, well, it looked more like he looked through the door, as if seeing whatever or whoever was behind the door. Or maybe it's someone who was not in this room right here and now; Loki does not know.
"You can even pull my existing wreaths in your plans." Byakuran suggests happily. Even me! He thought.
But he wasn't going to tell Loki that. He had to figure that one out himself.
Loki raised an eyebrow, "There are people insane enough to become your property?"
"I don't own them you know?" Byakuran replied, playfully sounding insulted. "I encompass them, like the sky. Just like how the sky supports the elements which belongs to them."
Loki looks skeptical at that analogy but went along with it.
He swears, he does not know what insanity went through his mind to accept such a preposterous preposition.
Especially when it's coming a mortal.
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"You've got to be kidding me." The billionaire lying on the couch states as Loki reached the living room in Byakuran's base.
Byakuran had called in all his existing wreaths (Tony, Peter Parker, Clint and Shoichi) to his base's living room for a 'meet and greet'.
(Though, other than Loki, Tony and Shoichi, the others have no idea that they were his wreaths.)
If this is how the meet and greet would go, Tony would rather go plan for the war with a jolly old purple giant called 'Thanos'.
"Oh, I assure you that the feeling is mutual." Loki replied, disgust lacing his voice. "And of all people, I would not have guessed that you actually would bow your head to a child."
"Well." Tony started as he slowly moved to a seat far away from where Loki had sat, staring warily at Loki as he did so, but at the same time, bobbing his head side to side as if expressing his dilemma while thinking of how to rebuke Loki. "Aren't you the same?."
Which wasn't really hard considering the god was a pot calling the kettle black.
The god was immediately insulted.
"It was a debt. Which unfortunately, had to be repaid." As for whether the god himself believed that ridiculous explanation, only he himself would know.
"Oh, the whole destroying his favourite marshmallow shop or something." As for whether the statement was to incite the god or whether it was an honest curiosity, only the billionaire himself knows.
Probably both.
Loki was seething at this point because that had indeed hit the nail on the head, well, half of the nail. But his most embarrassing one, to say the least, "One more word from you, and I'll make sure you suffer my wrath for the rest of your puny little mortal life!"
"Well, that's funny, 'cause you're already doing just fine from even being here." Tony shot back.
Bang, click.
There was a sound of stationary dropping, which brought both of the arguing adults out of their fixation on besting the other verbally.
There in the entrance was Peter (who had heard the whole thing and had kept quiet all along), Shoichi (who was the one who dropped a thick book with a pen as a bookmark), and a green alien (who had walked in quietly with Shoichi to the living room).