"No,"

"Mrow!"

"Lokitty, no, you can't come with me,"

"Mrow!!"

"You're being a brat," you informed the cat who was trying again to climb into your arms so you would take him with you. "You can't come with me. I'm going to Stark Industries to help Tony and Pepper with something. You don't even like Tony. I'll come play with you after I help them," you reassured him and scratched behind his ears. You made sure he was set up with his comfy pillow, a few books to choose from, plenty of tea and food. You held your arm out, your hand open and waiting in a pose that Thor took often when he was summoning Mjolnir. Your broomstick flew to your hand in much the same manner. Loki watched, clearly interested. "No, it's not really like Mjolnir. It's an enchanted broom, others can ride it too, but I have to give them permission first, elsewise, it's just a broom."

You said goodbye to Lokitty again and, broomstick over your shoulder, you took the elevator up to the flight deck. You didn't feel like teleporting, plus the press and fans got a kick out of seeing you fly as much as they did Ironman and Thor. You mounted your broom and kicked off hard, delighted as ever at the rush of wind in your hair as you took to the skies. You dove toward the ground, pulling out of the dive just above traffic and flew to Stark Industries, letting people get a good look at you in your trademark black witch's hat and black Harry Potter style cloak that the movies called 'robes' that you wore over your normal clothes.

It didn't take long to fly to Stark Industries and you left your broom on Happy's security desk when you got there. "Miss Potts is in her office," Happy told you as he set your broom behind his desk carefully.

"Thanks, Happy," you told him as you breezed passed security. People nodded greetings to you as you passed them in the halls. You were well known around here, especially when you were wearing your hat and robes.

"Hey, Pepper. Did you get the potion I sent?" you asked as you entered Pepper's office.

She smiled. "Yes. I also got the video of Tony drinking it. Thanks for that," she added with a laugh. You sat in the chair she offered and you spent a little while catching up over tea. And watching the video of Tony losing his hair.

"Stark said you needed help with something?" you finally asked.

She laughed again. "He needs help in the lab and didn't want to ask himself," she replied. You rolled your eyes, but were laughing when you left her to go find out what Tony needed.

It took you, Bruce, Tony, and a brief appearance by the Hulk to fix the damage Tony had done to the arc reactor cooling system.

*

You staggered back into the tower after the long draining day and set your broom next to the elevator on the launch deck, there was a little stand set up there especially for it. Despite the fact that you were disgusting, covered in grease, oil, coolant, and rubble from the day's activities, your first stop was the living room. "Lokitty?" you asked, surprised when he didn't come running up to you. He'd seemed so sad when you left that morning. You saw that he was missing from his comfy pillow on your couch. It looked like the tea and food hadn't been touched either. "Lokitty?" you asked again more loudly, but there was no sign of the black cat. Apparently he hadn't missed you as much as you thought he would. He'd complained awfully hard earlier, but maybe he was just being an indignant cat.

Exhausted and drained from the amount of magic and physical effort Tony's project had taken, you headed up to your room to get a much needed shower.

You just stared in shock while tears came to your eyes when you opened your bedroom door. Every single object in your room was destroyed, shredded by tiny cat claws and teeth. Your books had been torn to pieces, clothes, blankets, stuffed animals, everything. You knew it was tiny cat claws when you saw the tiny cat in the middle of the chaos, laying in a pile of cloth that looked like it used to be your blanket. He looked smug and proud of himself.

You dropped to your knees with tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at the carnage. Usually you weren't this emotional, but you were exhausted and had drained a lot of power fixing Tony's screwup. You were on edge already and the currently fluffy god being an asshole was just the last straw on your emotions.

Loki made a soft noise. This wasn't the reaction he had wanted. He had wanted attention, wanted you to rant and rage and curse at him, fix the damage with a wave of your wand, and then pay attention to him for the night. He came over to you slowly and you fought back the tears to deal with him. "I know you don't want to be here. I know you don't even want to be on this world," you finally told him when he sat in front of you and looked up at you sadly. "I know it wasn't your choice and I'm sorry that you had to come live with us. I'm sorry you couldn't come help me today. You would have gotten as gross as I am and probably yelled at by Tony for being there. It was better for you to stay here. Look, Loki, I know you just got here yesterday, and coming here wasn't your choice. I understand if you wanted alone time, or don't want to make friends with lowly Midgardians. But I didn't deserve this, when I've done nothing but be nice to you," you gestured at the destroyed room. "I thought we were friends..." He mewed softly and touched his nose to your hand.

You sighed heavily and picked him up as you stood. You set him gently on the ground outside of your room. "This is going to take me all night to fix. It's not just a swish of the wand fix, and even if it were, fixing that mess for Tony... well, this would take more magic than I can afford to use right now. So you're going to have to find someone else to play with tonight," he mewed and gave you the most pathetic adorable cat look. "Unless you don't appreciate my advances of friendship at all, in which case I wish you had just said so instead of destroying everything I own..."

You sighed again and turned your back on him to get to work picking up the scraps of paper to put in one pile and scraps of fabric to put in another so you could sort them out and hopefully figure out how to put everything back together. This really was going to take all night...

"Lady Y/N?" Thor's voice came from your doorway while you were working. You turned to look up at him from where you were trying to sort through the scraps of your life. He had a sad Lokitty on his shoulder. "Loki was insistent I come here. What happened?" he asked, staring at the carnage around you.

"We're not having a good day," you replied heavily. You gestured around the room. "I think it's safe to say Loki wasn't happy with me. Either this morning for leaving him or for trying to be his friend. I haven't figured out which yet," you sighed and tried to give Thor a smile. He was usually so upbeat and optimistic. "Thanks for checking on me, Thor, but if I'm going to get this cleaned up enough that I don't have to sleep on the couch, then I need to get back to work,"

Loki mewed pathetically. "I'm sorry, Brother. This is a mistake I cannot fix for you. Maybe one of these days you will learn that you actions have consequences and to take others' feelings into account before you act. For now, all we can do is let Lady Y/N fix the mess you made and hope that she might forgive you someday for hurting her so." Loki mewed even more pathetically. Thor pet him absently. "I will bring you something to eat when dinner arrives," Thor told you kindly.

"Thanks, Thor," you replied.

Thor yelped when Loki bit him on the ear. Hard. "Stop that," Thor told him. Loki meowed at him and spoke in cat for awhile. He bit Thor again on the ear. "Fine. Just stop that," Thor grumbled. He stepped into your room and offered you his hand. "My brother is quite insistent that I help him make amends. Come, Lady," he bid you kindly. You automatically took his hand and let him haul you to your feet. The second Thor had swept you out of your room, Loki jumped down from Thor's shoulder, into the room.

"Lokitty!" you called, turning to get collect him from your room. He'd done enough damage already.

Thor stepped further into the hall, bringing you with him. "Let him make amends. It is good for him," Thor told you softly. You hesitated, but nodded. A minute and a lot of green magic later, Loki returned looking proud of himself. You rushed back into your room to see what he had done. Everything was perfectly fixed, back in place, and clean. Actually, you noticed, most everything was too fixed, newer, cleaner, comfier blankets, softer fabrics, rebound books with sturdier spines on the old spellbooks. It was all identical, but new, or better. Loki twined around your legs, purring softly.

You gave him a small smile and scooped him up into your arms. "Yes, I forgive you, silly ball of mischief," you told him as you cradled him to your chest. "Promise not to do it again, ok?" he mrtted in agreement. "I'm sorry you couldn't come with me. You would've hated it anyway. But...you're also allowed to tell me to leave you alone. I just thought you'd like a friend..." you told him softly. His answer was to climb up on to your shoulder and purr. You smiled and scratched him behind the ears. "You better go play with Thor for a little while. I'm still disgusting from working on Stark's arc reactor and you don't want to be dirty too," you reminded him. You handed him back to Thor. "I'll be downstairs in a little bit," you promised and shoved Thor from the room so you could shower.

You fell asleep that evening laying on your couch downstairs. You'd fallen asleep part of the way through a movie with a Lokitty purring on your chest.