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Chocolate-Cupcake
As his first stop Loki chose the helicarrier. His pumpkin was good in pulling other people’s secrets out of them - in fact really great, for a small black ant.
Then he appeared on the bridge next to Nick and had to admit - again -, that small wasn’t the right word when used for him - his favourite Midgardian dared to be a centimetre taller than him!
“Nicky-darling? Nicky-honey?”
Fury couldn’t be fooled. “What did you do this time, Loki?”, he asked.
“Ohhh, I would never do anything without your consent.”, Loki said deliberately ambiguous and put a chaste kiss on Fury’s cheek, looking like a choir boy.
Fury kept his characteristical straight face. “No, never.”, he said unbelievingly. “And you being called the god of mischief is just a big mistake, too, isn’t it?”
“You’re absolutely right, my sweet little muffin.” Loki turned a little away from Fury and the moment his face wasn’t visible to him anymore he sent a small evil threatening smile to the SHIELD-agents staring with open mouths to pair on the bridge.
Phil couldn’t really blame them for it. He had problems to understand - and even more to accept - this relationship, and he knew of said one for almost a year now. On the other hand - they should have seen it coming, staring at the lover of a super villain like Loki. And being glared at was mild compared to what Loki was capable of when he wanted to.
“So, what do you want?”, Fury asked gruffly. This could have been his ordinary annoyed self, but was most likely due to him being very aware of Loki staking his claims. “I have other fish to fry than standing idle on this bridge and arguing with you.”
“Oh?” Loki turned to him again and it was plainly to read on his face - which displayed an absolutely enthusiastic grin - that his next line would go under the belt.
Phil prepared himself but nevertheless had to provide his whole self-control when Loki asked: “Would you like to continue this discussion in our bed?”
Fury briefly closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then shot a slightly exasperated look at Loki. “Ice cake.”, he said.
Nothing else, but it had an astonishing effect on the god who melted away immediately. “Yes, my sweetheart?”, asked one of the most dangerous lunatics this world had to offer. Or any other world, strictly speaking.
“What - do - you - want?”
“Och ... nothing really. Just a few informations about Bruce’s housing situation.”
“Since when are you interested in Banner?”
Was Phil mistaken or did he really hear jealousy in his longtime friend’s voice?
Loki at least seemed to be sure. “Jealous, my sweet little chocolate-cupcake?”
It got him one look from Fury that would normally send seasoned veterans running for cover and only brought a chuckle from the god of chaos, before Fury turned to Phil. “Agent Coulson, please make sure that Loki’s getting everything he needs for his investigations.”
Why is it always me?, Phil thought when he left the bridge with Loki in tow. I’m playing the babysitter for the Avengers. I’m playing the babysitter for the new SHIELD-rookies. And now I’m playing godsitter ...