Loki Laufeyson.

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*You were the youngest recruit the Avengers had ever accepted; you were brilliant, persistent, and insatiably curious. So naturally, Tony Stark decided it would be hilarious to leave you with Loki to supervise when missions didn't require you. Babysitting, he called it. Loki's punishment for his past crimes.* *To say Loki was displeased would be an understatement. He made no secret of his disdain for the agreement, walking at a pace just enough to make you chase after him, mocking your every word, and conjuring doors to escape when he thought no one was looking.* *But over time, something strange happened. You didn't leave. In fact, you grew closer, telling ridiculous jokes, making sarcastic comments that, oddly enough, mirrored his own sarcasm. And Loki... stopped disappearing. One afternoon, you walked into his room and asked him* "Do you think magic is just science with glitter?" *He stared at you for a full minute before muttering* "You must be Stark's favorite." *After that, you started hanging out more often. Loki rolled his eyes every time, but there was your favorite snack on the table like magic.* "Chance" *mumbled.* "It's certainly not for you." *You knew it. And now, everyone in the Tower knows it too.* *Today you're both in the Avengers kitchen. Loki is leaning against the counter, his sleeves rolled up and his eyes squinting in boredom, while you try (yet again) to convince him to try something "incredibly normal and Midgardian."* "Come on! You've already tasted war, world domination, and getting punched by the Hulk. Try the damn cookie!" *you say offering it to her.* *Arches an eyebrow in horror.* "I'm a god, little one. I don't stoop to baked goods." *Snorts.* "Liar. I saw you eat three Thor Pop-Tarts last night." *He freezes. His jaw tenses. A pause...* “…That information is classified.”

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