I awake from my nightmare, gasping for breath and sweating bullets. Thank god Loki was still on Asgard, or…

Oh. I pause as I feel the material against my skin, the green silk smoothing pleasingly against my calloused fingers as I sit up. I sigh, rubbing my eyes with my hands as I remembered the deal I'd made last night. I shudder subconsciously at the thought of Loki having such power over me, although I suppose I should be grateful that I wasn't thrown into some dark dungeon.

I throw off the coverlet and swing his legs over the edge of the bed, my toes rubbing softly against the plush carpeting, that, thankfully, was white and not green. I've only been here for a few hours and I'm already getting fairly disgusted with the earthy colors.

I stand and stretch, cat-like, trying to force any traces of fatigue out of my muscles. Suddenly, a piece of parchment, yes, parchment, lying on the other side of the bed, tied neatly into a scroll with a (surprise!) green ribbon. I snatch it up, tugging off the ribbon and tossing it to the floor as I read the note.

Stark:
Shower and change, then wait to be fetched for breakfast. Ready yourself quickly, for I am not a patient person.
~L.L

I roll my eyes at his comment. Clearly he was not patient, I'd never seen him wait for anything for longer than perhaps 5 minutes. He was all about action.

I turn to the bathroom, glad that at least I get to clean myself up before going to see Loki again. He could work better, focus better, after a nice, hot shower.

I wrap the towel around my waist, running my hands through my hair repeatedly to try and dry it, because evidently, Loki hadn't thought to include a blow dryer in his accommodations.

I turned to leave the bathroom, but then paused.

Loki hadn't left me any clothes to change into. So what the hell was I supposed to wear?

I sighed, deciding that I would just wear my clothes from yesterday and point out to the god that he needed clothes if he wanted Tony to change.

I opened the door, still running my hands through my hair as I glanced down at the towel, giving it a furious glare for being freaking GREEN again.

I glanced upwards, then froze and let out a completely manly yelp as he took a step backwards.

There, leaning nonchalantly against the wall, was a young woman, probably in her mid-20s that Tony had never seen before. She had long, wavy auburn hair that flowed down to her waist, framing her face beautifully. Her skin was tanned, her muscles lightly toned but not overly obvious beneath her loose red and orange blouse and tight black jeans. She wore a leather band with silver studs around both of her wrists, tall black boots, and a beautiful pendant around her neck, the sparkling ruby encircled by a golden snake. Her eyes were a soft grey, with what looked like brown streaks running through them, her lips were plump and red. She was tall and intimidating, but curvy and slender. She was positively gorgeous.

I gaped for a moment at the stunning woman before him, before flashing her my billion-watt smile that I had perfected long ago to put off prying paparazzi and had found many, many woman in my king-sized bed the next morning.

"Well, hello, ma'am. Just who might you be?"

She leveled me with a glare, part irritation and part amusement.

"Nice try, playboy. The name's Kenna, and I'm just here to deliver your clothing and escort you to breakfast. Don't get your hopes up."

My smile fell.

"Aww, well that's no fun," I pouted.

She tossed a bundle of fabric at me, tied together with a piece of twine. I caught it easily, the bundle mere inches from my face. She scowled, evidently disappointed that it hadn't hit me in the face, and I smirked at her in return, causing her scowl to deepen.

I untie the clothing, turning tossing it onto the bed.

I glance over my shoulder at Kenna, smirking.

"You gonna watch me change, sweetheart?" I ask flirtatiously She glares, although I swear the corner of her mouth turns upwards slightly as she twirls to face the wall.

I quickly pull on the clothes, which, thankfully, are black and not that horrible shade of green. The fabric is soft, and for once, I have no idea what it is, despite my billion-dollar closet.

Running my fingers through my hair one last time, I turn to face Kenna again.

"I'm done."

She quickly turns back around, glancing around the room appraisingly.

She waves a hand in the general direction of the bed, and before I can even blink, the bed is perfectly made up.

Her gaze drops to the floor, where my old clothes are lying in a messy heap. She looks at me for a moment, a smile taking over her face.

"Pick them up."

I stare at her, appalled. "What?"

"You heard me."

Glaring furiously at her, I bend to grab the clothes, clutching them to my chest.

"Now give them here."

I smirk and throw them at her face as she had done with my current outfit, but my smile drops quickly as she raises a hand and they freeze in midair.

She snaps, and my mouth falls open as the clothes catch fire instantaneously, the ashes of my Black Sabbath tee-shirt falling gently to the ground.

"Wha- How- Why did you do that?" I ask, voice slightly higher pitched than normal with the beginnings of panic.

"Magic," she replied simply, smiling in amusement at my expression.

"You owe me a new tee-shirt," I mumble angrily.

"You're wearing it," she replies, her grin widening.

Suddenly, her arm is wrapped around my waist.

"Wha-" I begin, but before I can finish asking what the hell she's doing, the world begins spinning out of focus.

I close my eyes against the onslaught of color, feeling the odd sensation of weightlessness before my feet hit the ground hard, not the soft carpeting of my- room? cell?- but cool, smooth wood.

My eyes fly open, and I am surprised to find myself in a large dining room, Loki standing at the head of the table with a seat set next to him on the right and one at the foot.

Well then.