Canst Thou Not Minster -- Rough draft of the last bits

[gaijin_chan]

Fandom: The Avengers, 2012
Characters: Loki, Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Thor
Pairings: eventual Tony/Loki ...maybe
Setting: Post-movie

This is the bit I feel good about. If you want to see the bit I'm still tinkering with, it's in a comment. Oh, and standard disclaimers apply: I do not own The Avengers, yadda yadda, blah blah blah.Loki ...is not a

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[gaijin_chan]

The last bit I'm still working on:

“You got your powers back, didn't you?”

Who wins the prize for pointing out the obvious today? Why, it's Tony Stark! And look at our lucky winner's fabulous prize: It's Loki Laufeyson, looking all nice and un-crazy, sitting on a gold-velvet sofa that's definitely not standard prison-issue, in a cell that looks more like a mansion. “Really?” he deadpans. “What gave it away?”

Tony grins. He ignores Loki's green suit with the high collar and the gold chain around the neck. He doesn't mention the bottle of wine sitting handy on the table, or the plate of gorgonzola and pears. “I know my tech,” he says. “That suit of yours wouldn't break just because you dropped it on the ground.”

Loki gives him a cat's smile. “You're telling me I let myself be taken here, locked away in durance vile,” - “Durance vile” in this case, Tony notes, includes floor-to-ceiling green velvet curtains and an alcove with a five-piece string ensemble. - “closed away in this Midgardian excuse for a Bastille, when I didn't have to? Why would I do that?”

“You tell me.” Without asking, Tony pours a glass of the wine and sips. It's a very nice Cabernet Sauvignon. He nibbles a piece of gorgonzola. “Maybe you felt guilty?”

“Nonsense.” Loki's tone doesn't change, but Tony could swear he sees his lips go up a little more. “Psychopathic killers don't feel guilty.”

“You did it, you know,” Tony says. “You obviously pleased the All-Father, that's why he gave you your powers back. So what are you going to do now? Don't tell me you're just going to stay in this cell and let Fury keep thinking you're crazy?”

“If it makes him happy,” - Now Loki's definitely grinning. - “far be it from me to interfere.” He stretches lazily, relaxing against the plush upholstery of his sofa. “I owe it to him to stay for a little while, to 'atone for my sins' as it were. After that,” - He shrugs. - “maybe I'll go back to Asgard and annoy the All-Father for a while.”

“Or you could stay here.” Tony pours himself some more wine. He purposely doesn't look at Loki. “We've got a thing called 'community service' here on Midgard. You heard of it?”

Loki takes a wedge of pear. “I am familiar with the concept.” He adds a slice of cheese on top and takes a bite.

“Manhattan's a big place,” Tony says. “A lot of psychopathic killers running around. SHIELD would probably jump at the chance to have two Asgardians on hand to help protect it.”

“You forget, I am a Jotun.” Loki pours some wine. He raises his glass and lightly touches Tony's. “Is that suit of yours still available, Tony Stark?”

Tony toasts him back. “I believe it's been broken.” He grins. “A psychopathic killer got hold of it.”

Loki sips his wine. “Then I suppose I will have to use my own powers for my 'community service',” he says. “You'll arrange it with Nick Fury, won't you?”

“You'll arrange it with Nick,” Tony says, “and believe me, I'd love to be a fly on the wall when you do.”