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It was just a quick trip to see Mr. Stark. That was what Scott kept telling himself as it was what Stiles had told him. Granted, Scott was half asleep when this information had been imparted to him. Therefore, he couldn’t be blamed for being less than excited about the sudden trip to New York. He was so tired that he didn't notice they weren't alone anymore. 

Stiles noticed though and he squeaked in shock. “You’re—! And you're—!” He whipped his head back and forth between the two men. “Oh my Odin!”

The two men looked at Stiles with scarily identical expressions. Although the blonde was smiling, the brunette was decidedly smirking. 

“Hello, Little One,” the brunette said. “I would shake your hand but eh...” he said, gesturing to his cuffed hands. 

The blonde rolled his eyes. “I am Thor, Son of Odin.”

Stiles blinked and blushed. “Oh! I uh…I know.” He glanced at the brunette. “You’re Loki. God of Mischief. Right?”

Scott stilled as his friend spoke the name of Claudia’s hero and suddenly it seemed so very important to get out of there. “Stiles? Let’s get help?”

Thor looked over and smiled. “We should do ‘Get Help!’”

“What?” Scott said, his brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Get Help,” Loki replied unhelpfully, rolling his eyes while looking at Stiles with fascination. 

Scott huffed and rolled his eyes, very reminiscent of his best friend. “No. We are not doing ‘Get Help!’”

“Oh come on!” Thor goaded. “You’ll love it!”

“I hate it,” Loki said with a smirk. 

“It’ll be fun and it works every time.”

Scott glared at the two men and his best friend who had yet to do anything to help the conversation. The amber eyes had not left Loki's face. It was unnerving to Scott how his friend was so focused on some things and not at all on others, but then again, that was the norm for one Stiles Stilinski. Complete focus to the point of obsession or absolutely no focus at all. 

Stiles opened his mouth to speak only to still as a subtle pressure pressed against his temple. He stepped back from the two men. “Someone really should get help.” That was all he said before he became limp, started to fall and Scott had to catch him. 

The young wolf snarled but scooped his best friend up into a bridal carry just as the door opened. “Good Evening, Mister McCall.”

Scott stepped off the elevator as he said, “Good Evening, Jarvis.”

The two older men, unsure about what to do seeing as how the elevator had shut down leaving them stranded unless they got off—They got off. 

Thor startled when the voice that greeted the puppy like boy spoke to him, “Welcome, Master Thor.”

Loki scoffed. “Of course you were addressed first. Even an android views your royal highness above little ol’ me.”

“Actually, God of Mischief, I am not to greet you before you speak. Such is the way of us humble androids as you say when faced with the likes of you who are far far far above us all.”

A dark haired man wandered out with a bored expression on his face, but Loki saw the anger and calculation in his eyes. “Now Jarvis, he doesn’t know anything. Let his ignorance speak for him.”

Thor frowned. “I’ll admit I dropped him maybe once—”

“I beg your—”

“Or five times,” Thor said. 

“Are you seri—”

“Okay, I lost count,” Thor added. “He can’t help his ignorance if it’s my fault.”

Loki grimaced and mentally face palmed. “Oh for Odin’s sake, brother, shut up.” He looked at the dark haired man who now sported an amused expression. “Is the boy all right?”

“Oh quite. Not that you should worry,” he said.

“Mister Stark? The lupine seems to have gotten sidetracked.”

“What?” Stark said. Then he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shit. Of course. Hey, tell Ally to go see Pepper would ya, Jarvis?”

“Yes, Mister Stark.”

A young woman with dark hair and eyes just like her father’s came out and smiled sheepishly at said man. “Sorry, Daddy. It’s just I haven’t seen Scotty in—”

“I don’t care. Your mother is waiting for you. Go on.”

The pout she offered did nothing and made the two Norsemen exchange a knowing look. Their sister had used that look on their father but he too never caved. 

After she left, it was just the three men remaining in the room, a room which was quickly filling with awkward silence. 

“Geeeeze ya old men!” a voice said as the amber eyed boy from the elevator entered from the—the ceiling?

“Stiles?” Stark said with an indulgent but tested tone. “What have I said about—”

“No using the gadgets when you’re not there, but technically, Uncle Stark, you are here. You just weren’t in the room.”

Loki snorted and got an elbow to the ribs from Thor, though said man was also suppressing a smile. “Quite a loophole,” Loki said with something like pride in his eyes. 

Stiles smirked. “There is always a loophole to those who know where to look.” He winked and proceeded to hover mid air while sending a faux innocent look at Stark. 

“Uh huh. Okay well, how about this,” Stark started. “You just had a negative energy reading, passed out, woke up not even five minutes ago and already got into my stuff.”

“Our stuff,” Stiles corrected. “What do you expect? I hardly get to come out here and I have to lie about it. So, if I have to hide things, and have to be deceptive, especially from and to my father, then you can bet your iron suit, I'm going to take advantage of the gadgets while I can. You and Aunt Pepper will eventually cut me off either way.” The last statement was softer than the rest and made something twist in Loki’s chest, an unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling, enough to make him raise his hands in an aborted gesture to rub at his sternum. 

Thor had a constipated look on his face. He did not like family drama. He had enough of his own. Thinking of said drama, the blonde turned to look at his brother but Loki didn’t even acknowledge him. When Thor followed his brother’s gaze, he found it set on the amber eyed boy. 

Loki watched the boy curiously, noting his mannerisms and the way he spoke, not to mention his inherent affinity for mischief. It was almost as if— “Who are you?”

Stiles glanced over at him with a quirked brow. “Why?”

“Forgive me but…” Loki started. “You look familiar.”

Stark immediately put a hand up and shook his head. “Oh no. Huh uh. Nope. Not happening.”

There was a moment where Stiles’s eyes seemed to glow and then faster than Loki could blink, he and Stiles were on the roof. 

“In opposition to my uncle’s words…” he started. “Oh yes. Uh huh. Yep. It’s happening.”

A helicopter whirred next to them and Loki let himself be shoved aboard just as the door of the roof smashed open. 

“LOOOOOOKKKKIIIIIII!!!!!” Thor shouted. 

Loki glanced from his brother to the boy and back again, offering a smirk and a small cuffed wave. 

Stiles burst into laughter, infectious and mischievous as if Loki himself were doing so, though he hadn’t laughed in ages. Then with a cheeky wave Stiles slid the door shut. “Now tell me, Loki God of Mischief.” Amber eyes seemingly on fire stared at Loki unblinking and almost as if he could see to the God of Mischief’s very soul, assuming he had one which Loki wasn’t sure was possible. 

“What does the name Klaudyia Gajos Stark mean to you?”