Pour me a Scotch
Prompt:
“My life has turned into some mediocre Rom-Com and I need to make it stop. Okay seriously though this crap really does need to stop. First I’m stuck fighting that idiot and now I’m stuck living with him now? Just because I happen to have the most impenetrable place to live ever? How is that fair? I have to be stuck in here with his whiney, egotistical, self centered, pompous ass.” Toni grumbled as she paced around the newest addition to The Compound.
Somehow, some genius thought it would be a good idea to shove Loki on her doorstep because she had created something they were calling a deadlock. She had been working with Strange on ways to manipulate different energy forms in ways to block ‘magic’. Pfffft magic. Like that was actually a thing that Toni was supposed to believe in. It’s not like she had seen a giant wormhole activated by a magic cube that opened it up right above his house. Nope that wasn’t a thing that wasn’t something that had happened at all.
“Seriously though J, how am I supposed to live knowing that is a few floors below me? In a completely locked up place that the Hulk couldn’t break out of on his most angry day. Surrounded by magic dampening fields. With a series of weapons that would make the Homeland council have a coronary and a half to say the least. Why in the hell do I feel like that isn’t enough?” She said finally flopping unceremoniously into one of her hot rods seats.
Reaching into the glove compartment, she pulled out the infamous bottle of Macallan “M” that had been sold a few years ago to a special buyer. It just so happened that this buyer was buying it for Toni. But no one needed to know that. She pulled out a glass and poured a little bit into it.
She did the typical thing by smelling it, swirling it around, and then she slammed into and felt the delicious burn as it slid down slowly. She hoped that with enough of this, it would dissolve the feeling in the pit of her stomach. A feeling that if she was being perfectly honest, she didn’t want to look at too closely. It’s not like she had dreamed about Loki before. Nope not at all. She couldn’t let anyone know about that, that was for sure, so more with the pouring and the sipping until she couldn’t remember her own name.
Blissfully she had been allowed to drink and to finally fall asleep. She had ignored whatever Jarvis had tried to tell her about someone leaving a million messages for her. Talking to another person was the last thing that she wanted to do, even if it was just Jarvis.....for now.
Toni had woken up with the telltale sign of a hangover. She was craving donuts and a little hair of the dog. And a cheeseburger added to that wouldn’t be a bad idea either. Good thing she had a standing order with the local shop She began to wander around her shop, working out the kinks that had developed from sleeping in the car again. She also had to laugh at the fact that one of the bots had tried to cover her with a blanket at some point. It had been half on her, half on the car.
So needless to say when she wandered down to make final checks on the containment area in her jammies and bunny slippers, she was shocked all to hell when there was a chained God of Sexiness staring at her from behind the glass. Shit did I really just describe him as the God of Sexiness? Come on Toni get your shit together. And stop staring. And stop thinking about the fact that his smirk has grown larger because you are staring. And stop thinking about the fact that his mouth would be better suited to something else.
“Well shit, wasn’t expecting to see you here yet. Jarvis? Did they at least call first before dropping this unwanted package off on my metaphorical doorstep?” Toni said not breaking eye contact with Loki, whose grin had only gotten larger. He wasn’t saying anything. He was just sitting there, chained up and grinning at her.
There was something completely and totally disconcerting about the way he was looking at her. But it wasn’t necessarily because he was being evil, or hell, it was entirely possible that she was imagining the feeling that she was getting. She was still incredibly hung over and had yet gotten breakfast.
“Well welcome to my house. Please let the company know if you are experiencing any discomfort. We care greatly about our captives. Oh, I’m sorry. Guests.” Toni said grabbing one of the clickers that activated the weapon system and turned on the second layer of the deadlock. Something that she had added just in case, because you could never truly trust anything that came anywhere near him. He was technically a God after all. “I’m off to have breakfast. I’ll send some slop down to you later. And if you are lucky, we might find some way to take those chains off.” ‘Cause there isn’t a chance of you getting out of her that’s for damn sure. She mumbled the last bit to herself as she walked out of the sealed door.
“Jarvis. Mobilize every suit I have except for the newest one. Leave that for me. And keep a deep eye out for so much as a whisper of a hint of magic. I’ve got some work to do....” Toni said as she stomped down the hall to work on something to keep her mind off of what is sitting in the glass room down the hall.
This was going to be interesting, trying to figure out how to live with the fact that there is a God in the same complex as her. Let alone, within the same galaxy.