Loki snickers at the memory of Thor throwing Barton into the dumpster at the archer's request. He had not been there himself, but the video had been sent to him. He still watches it still whenever he needs a pick-me-up and can't get up the energy to mess with people's coffee orders.
"Oh I wasn't planning on being there when he finds it. At least not in a way he would notice." A far off look crosses Loki's face; the look he gets when he's scheming something.
One brow arches as she listens to his response and takes in the look on his face. The bartender delivers her martini and she pauses for a moment to thank him.
Her mouth lilts into a small smirk as she turns back, lifting her glass toward Loki in the vague approximation of a toast.
"Are you sure you're not the god of avoiding confrontation?"
"There is a difference between avoiding conflict and sitting back to watch a good plan unfold."
He clinks the rim of his glass against hers before taking another sip. He has to keep remind himself that he needs to go slow tonight. It's Natasha's turn to get shitfaced.
"What would you suggest we purchase for him? An animal of some sort? Perhaps a peacock?"
"And that different hinges on your insistence on messing with Tony," Natasha points out. She's not entirely sure how much patience he would have if he were able to tie Loki to any manner of shenanigans. But she's pretty sure he wouldn't be particularly forgiving.
She's just not sure whether his retaliation would be conflict or prank based. Or both.
"No more animals after the stag," she counters. She takes a thoughtful sip of her drink. "Replace the tires on his new car with wheels of cheese?"
"His reactions are just so amusing." Loki is sure Stark knows it is him, his signature is rather distinct, but wants to catch him in the act before making a move. Or he is trying to find a way to prank him back.
"Oh, I like that idea. Though I would like to point out that the stag issue was mostly your fault."
"Saying things like that are why you never get invited to holiday parties," Natasha points out. It's that millennia old amused by humans vibe. She's pretty sure Thor only gets a pass when he does it because his glee isn't quite so...fiendish.
One of her brows arches at his counterpoint. "You're the one secretly harboring - what was it, carnivorous goblins?"
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"Oh I wasn't planning on being there when he finds it. At least not in a way he would notice." A far off look crosses Loki's face; the look he gets when he's scheming something.
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Her mouth lilts into a small smirk as she turns back, lifting her glass toward Loki in the vague approximation of a toast.
"Are you sure you're not the god of avoiding confrontation?"
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He clinks the rim of his glass against hers before taking another sip. He has to keep remind himself that he needs to go slow tonight. It's Natasha's turn to get shitfaced.
"What would you suggest we purchase for him? An animal of some sort? Perhaps a peacock?"
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She's just not sure whether his retaliation would be conflict or prank based. Or both.
"No more animals after the stag," she counters. She takes a thoughtful sip of her drink. "Replace the tires on his new car with wheels of cheese?"
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"Oh, I like that idea. Though I would like to point out that the stag issue was mostly your fault."
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One of her brows arches at his counterpoint. "You're the one secretly harboring - what was it, carnivorous goblins?"