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RP Log: For you_have_heart (Loki)

Who: Loki and Coulson
Where: Avengers Headquarters
When: 7 and a half months after The Avengers
Verse:After this meme Thread. Coulson lived. An incident in a special location happened, and Loki was captured once again. This time to stay on Midgard.

Some things were just way too hard to explain. Like how someone could capture Captain America as well as Black Widow and lock them away in the same holding cell. A room with no windows or doors and had a temperature of 110 degrees and raising the whole time.

What else wasn’t explainable was capturing Loki, who should have been locked away or sentenced on Asgard, as well as Agent Coulson, right out of S.H.I.E.L.D. territory. Also, why would anyone take Phil Coulson anyhow, let alone lock him with Loki in a freezer like room with only one blanket to share.

None of it made sense. Why would you put the Prince of the Frost Giants into a freezer in the first place... unless you take away the magic, which is what they had learned. The rooms seemed to put a damper on the abilities of those who have them. Where Phil and Natasha got along like any human would in extreme weather, Loki and Rogers suffered different consequences.

You would think that didn't matter, but it did. By time they permitted Phil to go back to work (a clean bill of health) they were already setting up a perfect prison designed off the same technological make of the frozen room. Meaning?

Meaning Loki found himself in a room, far down in the bottom of Stark Tower (still in remodel and the future home of the Avengers...) in a cell made to damper the Gods powers. It was a bit cold in the cell, but nothing nearly as bad as what they had experienced before. It was a place they could keep him until they knew what to do with him.

When they were found, Coulson had agreed to make sure only Thor saw him as he had been there, and Coulson kept to his word as best he could. By time they broke through the wall it was the Iron Man and Thor who busted through. Pulling the blanket tighter over the blue god, Coulson hide him away, in such an awkward situation no less. He informed them of what happened, but he could barely keep continuous. He somehow got Thors attention, leaving the god to deal with taking Loki out of the chamber, taking Stark’s assistance to get out. And that was that. From there it was all on Thor.

While Director Fury, Thor and the others tried to decide who they would tell or what they would do, Coulson slipped away, leaving the gathering of minds. Stark said he was contained and should be comfortable. Barton would have rather had shoved an arrow through his eye. Phil was...

Well he found himself walking carefully down the hall to the holding cell the man was in. Coming to the window of the door he peeked in, then unlocked it, entering.

It was cool in here, but not unbearable. It still wasn’t something he wanted to remember at this point in time. Sliding his hands into his pockets he stood there, back to the door, eyes down a bit.

“Need a blanket?” He asked, only then glancing up to the other. The accommodations weren’t bare bones, but they were about as sparse as his own quarters were.

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While Loki knew there was little he could have done to avoid this situation, it was still annoying. First someone had be able to capture him, then he'd been forced to...seek body heat from that mortal he thought he'd killed, then the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent had seen him in his Jotun form, then he was taken in by the Avengers. Today was not a good day.

Looking back on the situation, he realized something must have been draining his powers. That was the only explanation for his inability to escape, his transformation and the cold effecting him as it did.

He could only assume whatever technology or magic had gone into that room had been transferred to his cell in the Avengers Tower. He could not use any magic, but he was pleased to see his skin did not revert to blue. He was also rather chilly, but not near as much so as in that accursed room.

When the door opened he was laying on the uncomfortable bed in the corner. He sat up and smirked at Coulson.

"No, my captors have provided one. Would you care to share?

"No, thank you. I have one of my own." he said with a smile, hands in his pockets and standing there, watching the man, taking in the surroundings of the location. Sparse like a jail, but he supposed that was the best a man who caused so many deaths should get, right?

"How are you feeling?" He asked, wondering if he was going to get a real answer. Wondering if he would get any answer at all, really. He didn't expect it. He didn't really expect that coming down here to talk to the little God was going to do anything, let alone be safe. There was the fact that he should have told the others he was coming here. There was also the fact that coming here would be, more then likely, a waste of time.

For some reason he still felt compelled to come and personally check on him. There was more to the god then what they had seen, and though he didn't get to see much of it, he saw a bit of Loki, trapped away in that frozen cage.

"Drowsy, I believe is how you would categorize it." His magic had not had time to recover after it had been drained before they put him in this room. He had regained his Aseir form and his consciousness, but little more. He stands up slowly, his normally perfect posture showing his fatigue.

"Do you bring news of my fate?" He was no fool, he knew that the Avengers were upstairs, debating what would do with him They knew they could not keep him in this cage forever.

Really, he shouldn't be here at all right now, standing here, hands in his pockets, a weapon in his holster under his coat, being a problem. If Loki managed to get his card reader, his gun, anything, he'd be in for some major shit.

But here he was, looking at the God as he stood, asking about his fate. He had no news for him. They were still talking. Thor's worries about taking him back home and what Odin might do. Other worries about what the people of Midgard would do. Not to mention those who didn't want him around at all.

"What do you want your fate to be? Where do you want to go, Loki? If given the choice, what would you do?"

He wanted to be free, not just of the tower, of everything. He wanted to find a place he belonged, where no one would look at him strangely, or shy away from him or want him dead. He wanted to go back to the days when he and Thor were brothers.

But Agent Coulson couldn't exactly provide any of that, so he went with a simple answer.

"I want to be out of this prison."

That was a lot to try to erase and fix to obtain, Loki, and no Phil can't give him that. Phil can't even if Barton that either, wondering how many of the lower agents seem to shy away from him now as well, all thanks to this man.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, still feeling too cold in here, but he could deal. "And by what means would you like to see that happen? Force? Cooperation? Some form of deal, or would you take the first chance to kill some of my men to get out?"

This was all asked so very calmly. Not to be insulting or anything, just questioning.

"At the moment, I want to rest and re-cooperate my lost magic, so I suppose cooperation would be my first choice among that list." It might have been the dampening effects of the room, but Loki was feeling surprisingly mellow. Curling up on the mattress behind him sounded like a marvelous idea, as did sharing his thin blanket with Agent Coulso-

And he did not have that thought. Nope. That was the residual effects of that room talking.

"I feel you should know, I owe you a debt."

That was an interesting though. Good thing he's not a mind reader however. He glanced around the small room, not looking at the god for a moment.

"If it were councils choice, you'd lose your magic as well as your life. Thankfully, at the moment, they're still trying to decide if they even tell them. Right now no one outside of the Avengers and a select few of the Directors men know you're even here. I'd like to keep it that way, for now."

At the debt comment, he looked up again, brow raised. "If that's the case, how I see it? You owe me two. You tried to take my life. I helped save yours. That last one was a mutual thing. If you own me for it I owe you the same."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I am not saying this out of some false sense of honor or some foolish tradition like that. Tis no life debt between us. What I speak of is the secret you kept. You did not have to, you took no oath, yet you assured that only Thor saw me. My magic demands I repay you."

He really didn't care what they decided to do with him. They would make a mistake somewhere and he would escape. His debt was a far more pressing matter. He sat down at the desk, resting his elbow on the surface and his head in his hand.

"So? What would you have me do to repay you?"

Oh, is that what this is about. He raised a brow, considering this. Phil said nothing at the moment, just watching the other as he explained. He wanted to say that it was his secret and not something Coulson was going to let himself pass around. He didn't do that unless it was needed and this? This wasn't needed. For anyone. It was between he and Thor only.

As much as the blue interested Phil, he didn't speak on it to anyone, not even Director Fury.

When asked what he wanted Loki to do to repay that, his other brow raised a moment, then he smiled.

"Work for us." Simple as that. But he added a bit more. "Stay here and work for us. Oh, there'd be restrictions and you would have a handler to keep an eye on you. Magic, until we can be sure you wont turn on us, would be mildly restricted, but..." his chin lifted, head tilted as he looked over at the man. "If you're serious about repaying it this debt... then work for us. Don't betray us. Stick around and give your assistance."

His arms crossed now, leaving his pockets. "Do what we were talking about in the freezer. Try protecting something instead of ruling over it." Yes, he was serious.

Loki raises an eye brow as Phil lays out his request. It was no life-debt, but it still mattered quite a bit to Loki, so it was a large debt to repay. One mortal life was not to long, so...

"Done. On one condition. In return for your continued secrecy, I will work for you, but under the Avengers, not your little organization."

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The fact that he agreed so fast felt... wrong. He expected a fight over this. He also expected the man to betray them at some point, but that was because he had a paranoid mind like that.

He stood, silent for a moment longer then needed, considering this. "I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. you realize. Working for me places you under them." Though... he had the feeling that Director Fury had intended Coulson to take over watching the Avengers ever since his return. It was the easier job, he said. It would be a good place for him to recover, he said. Keep an eye on them would be easier then assignments and missions.

A small nod was given. "I'll go lay this out with the others. It's my offer to you, not theirs, so they will still have to discuss it. I'm putting my neck on the line for you, but... I think you belong here."

He backed up towards the door, still watching the other. "If there aren't any other conditions... I have a meeting to invade."

Loki smirked. "Good luck, Agent Coulson. Are you sure you won't be needing that blanket?"

He had turned at that point, ready to key card his way out, only to pause at that. There was the smallest of smiles that crossed his face. "I've got my own cover, thank you." Cover or blanket? You can't be sure. But he thumb printed, scanned and badge out of the room, closing the door securely behind in again.

The next time Loki would see anyone would be nearly 14 hours later. And in those 14 hours there had been a lot of meetings, arguments and fighting going on. Clint had left the meeting entirely after the first few hours, soon followed by Natasha. Stark and Rogers were on two different sides, though Tony, after a while caved in to Coulson's thoughts and plans. He, however, wanted to upgrade security, make sure that the man stayed in the Avengers Tower only, and had JARVIS rework security protocol.

Thor was tasked with dealing with matters on Asgard, so that Odin didn't think they stole the other God. He was forever for this though, because any reforming of his brother was a good thing!

Doctor banner stayed silent for most of the meeting, when he did speak it was to speak of his disapproval, but that he did believe in second chances.

By the end of it Fury threw his hands up in complete frustration to the fact that Coulson was very convincing on this. There were huge restrictions made. Stark was looking into a portable magic dampening field to attach to him. Talk about security and where he'd stay were strong as well.

There was some time spent on making arrangements, but yes, after these many hours, Phil returned to the door, opening it up and entering, late into the night. He was on the brink of exhaustion, tired as hell but sleepless. Still, he came to speak about the good news.

"Good evening." He said lightly, hands going into his pockets again.

Loki was once again laying on his bed. He could feel his energy returning slowly, but still not his magic.
He looked over when the doors opened. Instead of smirking this time, he gave Coulson a smile. Not a real smile, but at least he didn't look like he wanted to eat him.

"Good evening. You bring news of my fate?"

The tired man tried his best to look, not tired. He stood tall and proper, watching the man.

"I bring news." He said with a nod. Now, how to start. "As I said, I'm sticking my neck out for you, as is Thor. You will stay and help. The city is still in massive repair stages since the battle seven months ago. There are others popping up often enough to keep the Avengers busy."

He tilted his head a bit, continuing on. "You'll be given quarters to live in. If you want something, within reason, for your room, you ask me for it and no one else. I'll be your handler while you are on probation. There are security upgrades going on. New protocols being drawn up. You'll have your magic dampened, like I said, and you will be under watch but... prove you're one of us and those will slowly go away."

"I'll be honest. They think you'll betray us, in a heart beat. A few of them are worried you'll try to kill again. Thor fought strongly for this and even Captain America took your side. If you think you can handle this, I think after a bit of time you could fit in as well as the next person does."

He shut up now, watching the other carefully.

Loki's smile did something. It was as if it got both happier and sad at the same time. Thor was still sticking his neck out for him. That was...well, he was a fool who didn't learn lessons easily. But then again, if they all thought Loki was just going to turn on them, maybe he would play nice. After all, if there was one thing he hated, it was being predictable.

"And what do you think? You fought for me, but I have tried to kill you in the past. Do you think I will turn on everyone here, despite my debt?"

He could see the change in the smile, which was very easy to read if one just looked properly. There was something about the look that partly enchanted the man and partly... well, he felt bad for him still. Which might just be another reason that he was acting a fool. Feeling bad for this man.

"I don't know what to think. I want to trust in you. I trust you enough that even Director Fury hasn't heard about your secret. That's hard for me." His hands went back to his pockets, shoulders relaxed now.

"I'm trusting you because I think I can." He raised his eyes to watch the God again. "But if you do turn? Do me the kindness of actually taking my life first this time." He might be joking, but he might also be serious. This group of people meant a damn lot to him and if this was going to mess everything up? Well... he didn't actually want to be around to see that.

His expression was flat, but there was an undertone of sadness there. No default smile or anything.

"Of course." Loki stood up. There was no longer a pronounced slump in his posture, but he was still not standing as tall as normal. "And of course you realize that if you did tell anyone that would null the debt and I would no longer own you a debt, which would make all of this rather fruitless."

He walked over to Coulson and extended a hand "I do believe we have a deal. When shall I be moved?"

Watching the taller man come closer he considered this move a bit longer. Of course it would have nulled everything. He just wanted to make it a point, now, how hard this was to him. Perhaps not his finest moment, but he needed to make this clear to the man. This was a big deal.

Taking the extended hand he gave the man a firm deal shake. "A deal then." And then from his pocket he pulled a thin gold looking device, strong, bracelets like thing. He held it up to the man.

"Put this on. Left wrist please. Once that's done I can escort you to your area." It was just a tracking and magic dampening device, something connected to JARVIS and nothing more. No shock or pain would come form it, but once attached, only Coulson could undo it.

Loki took the bracelet and snapped it on. He felt a tingle run through his skin as the device cut off the rest of his ties to his magic. He was rather surprised it had not harmed him in some way, given it was probably Stark who made the device. The feeling of being kept from his magic was unpleasant, but nothing he could not stand living with. It was no worse than that muzzle he had worn the entire month he had been in Asgard.

"Well, there's that. Now, where shall I be staying. And how should I address you? Agent? Handler? Master?"

With that he nodded one, hand going back to his pocket and pulling out his own silver bracelet, slipping it on all while turning away to step towards the door. He thumb printed, scanned and badged it open, only to pause and look back. The look on his face said 'are you serious' to the last name. Master? really?

"You've had no problems using Agent before. I don't see why it should change any." He shook his head, pulling the door open and stepping out, nodding for him to follow. "Floor 34 is yours. You'll have access to some floors but not others. JARVIS knows where you can and cant go. There are kitchens as well as work out rooms you will have access to. Floor 34 has 6 living quarters in it. You may have your pick of all of them. At the moment the entire floor is yours."

This was all said as he lead them to the elevator.

"Are you sure about that? It is not often I offer to call someone Master."
Loki did follow him into the elevator. Once inside he stood next to Coulson. "My, an entire floor all to my own? I would have thought they would want to keep a closer eye on me than that. And who is this Jarvis fellow? I believe I heard Stark referring to him before but I have never seen seen him."

Nice, very nice. No that did not get a raise out of him. Or an answer. That was the last thing he needed to think about.

"You'll still be watched." by JARVIS. At the question, Coulson spoke up. "JARVIS. Floor thirty four. No Stops."

"Right away, Agent. Shall I inform the Director that you are on the move now?"

"No. He knows. I'll check in after we're done. Tell Stark the lower labs are his again."

After an affirmative form JARVIS Coulson glanced over to the other man. "You'll never actually see JARVIS. He';s the tower AI, computer, security among other things. He is also not on jsut one server, so no bright ideas of taking him over." Huh, was there a smile there? He looked away to the door again.

"If you need anything just speak up. He's programmed to recognize your voice and being. He will grant you information and access to things if you have the rank for it. He will tell you where you can and cant go if you like. He's an alarm for the morning, butler to an extent, and an assistant to TOny Stark, personally."

The door opened and he stepped off. "As I said. We are watching you." He waved off to the 34th floor, which was nice, all things considered. There was a small space off to the side for lounging, with chairs, a couch, a TV. There were a row of doors, each ot a personal bedroom and living space. The floor was clearly set up for a group of people to share. There were many empty floors like this and not. Stark got really bored when building, obviously. There were other things as well, but he can explore that when bored.

Loki looked up at the ceiling, smiling. As much as Stark annoyed him, he must say the mortal was rather clever.

"This is far more hospitality than I thought I would be shown. Tell me, where are you staying?"

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