Stargazing on Stark Tower...
Who: Loki Laufeyson, Clint Barton, and Natasha Romanoff
When: Middle of the night
Where: Top of Stark Tower
What: In which Loki cannot sleep, Barton wants to put an arrow through Loki's eye socket, and Natasha has everything under control.
For the past few weeks, Loki had awoken to nightmares of a faceless Thor forever walking ahead of him out of reach. These night visions left Loki shaken and unable to sleep for the rest of the night. He lay awake staring at the ceiling of the closet he slept in. He refused to stay in the main room of his brother’s chambers. The emptiness unnerved him even more than the night terrors.
A whining mewl from near the door drew Loki’s attention to his three -legged cat. Lord Whiskers scratched at the closed door with his one paw awkwardly, unable to keep its balance steady. Loki rose from the nest of blankets he’d gathered for a bed, and opened the door. The cat limped its way out into the room, and Loki followed.
Out into the hall of the Tower Lord Whiskers went. He had regained a bit of his speed, but his gait was still haphazard. Occasionally the cat would wind its way too close to a wall and bump against it. Loki would wait patiently for the creature to right itself and continue forward.
Eventually, the two found their way to the roof. Loki stopped at the threshold to survey the view before him. Months ago the Captain had held his birthday party here. A year ago Loki had had Doctor Selvig activate the Tesseract from the very spot.
Loki wandered to the edge and looked over. The city below spread before him with thousands upon thousands of twinkling lights. He looked up and saw that he could not see the stars for the city below was too bright. Asgard was a bright city too, but never could Loki recall the stars being obscured so completely back home.
“It was not worth it,” Loki murmured, “Why rule a world whose beauty pales in comparison to Asgard’s?”
Loki rested his elbows on the wall’s edge. He closed his eyes and let the cool night air brush against his damp brow.
When: Middle of the night
Where: Top of Stark Tower
What: In which Loki cannot sleep, Barton wants to put an arrow through Loki's eye socket, and Natasha has everything under control.
For the past few weeks, Loki had awoken to nightmares of a faceless Thor forever walking ahead of him out of reach. These night visions left Loki shaken and unable to sleep for the rest of the night. He lay awake staring at the ceiling of the closet he slept in. He refused to stay in the main room of his brother’s chambers. The emptiness unnerved him even more than the night terrors.
A whining mewl from near the door drew Loki’s attention to his three -legged cat. Lord Whiskers scratched at the closed door with his one paw awkwardly, unable to keep its balance steady. Loki rose from the nest of blankets he’d gathered for a bed, and opened the door. The cat limped its way out into the room, and Loki followed.
Out into the hall of the Tower Lord Whiskers went. He had regained a bit of his speed, but his gait was still haphazard. Occasionally the cat would wind its way too close to a wall and bump against it. Loki would wait patiently for the creature to right itself and continue forward.
Eventually, the two found their way to the roof. Loki stopped at the threshold to survey the view before him. Months ago the Captain had held his birthday party here. A year ago Loki had had Doctor Selvig activate the Tesseract from the very spot.
Loki wandered to the edge and looked over. The city below spread before him with thousands upon thousands of twinkling lights. He looked up and saw that he could not see the stars for the city below was too bright. Asgard was a bright city too, but never could Loki recall the stars being obscured so completely back home.
“It was not worth it,” Loki murmured, “Why rule a world whose beauty pales in comparison to Asgard’s?”
Loki rested his elbows on the wall’s edge. He closed his eyes and let the cool night air brush against his damp brow.