{ Dyla starter for @god-of-mischief-here-tada }

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It was probably not considered “professional,” nor did it look it.

Ever since Loki had been sentenced to having to help the Avengers as a sort of ‘community service’ kind of deal, Dyla had been almost attached at his hip. That was not the most unusual-seeming part, though. The strangest part, was how affectionate she was with him. She’d been given her own separate bedroom, though she didn’t seem that happy that it was further away from Loki’s than what she liked. As such, she was hardly in it.

Right now, Dyla was curled up on the couch with her head in his lap. She had her arms latched tightly around his waist to prevent anyone from trying to move her, and had fallen asleep while watching a show on the television. It was new and interesting to her - something where she could learn so much so quickly. But as always, Dyla had a preference for being around Loki. He made her feel safer and happier - not that most of the others in the Avengers’ tower understood it.

It was actually what some of them were talking about, again, just in the next room.

“Guy attacks a city, and she’s all over him! I don’t get it.” Tony leaned back against the counter, arms crossed. “She follows him around like a lost puppy - I say it’s gotta be a spell or something. Some kind of weird-ass space wizard shit.”

Clint looked at Tony oddly for a moment, then shrugged. “I dunno. It seems like she just likes his company to me,” he said, glancing into the living room from the kitchen. Tony snorted at this, rolling his eyes.

“Nah, I don’t buy it. There’s no way the Puppy Dog could be that comfortable around Reindeer Games without something else being involved.” Tony turned, going to make himself some coffee. “I mean, hell. I don’t know. Maybe it’s less magical and more sexual. Guy’s probably ‘gifted’ or some shit, however you Asgardians put it.” Tony smirked a bit, to which Clint threw a donut at his head.

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“If you want to end up across the other side of the room then I dare you to try it.”

“I’m sorry I made fun of you for sometimes being a woman.  I’ll never do it again.  Will you change me back now?”

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Natasha wasn’t prepared for this, but here it was - she’d just stumbled on Loki, doing whatever it was he did, while she was all by herself with no backup.  One way or another she was going to have to handle the situation.  She kept a tight hold on a taser disk, hoping it would be any good against an Asgardian but figuring it probably wouldn’t.

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“You said it was a slight aurora!” Eric protested, as the van bumped across the desert.  What they were seeing now was in no way slight.  It was like a tower of light rising from the sand into the heavens.  Jane had never seen anything like it, and she needed to know what it was.  She kept driving towards it, even as Darcy shouted at her to turn around.

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With Loki on her hip, Pepper walked them into the fabric store. The rows and rows were overwhelming. She figured that it would be for him.

“I think the fake fur is over there,” Tony pointed toward the back. “It’s close to the batting. I saw a toy store next door. Maybe we can go there afterward?”

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