Who: Hulkling, Loki, open to Titans Where: Titan’s hangout, New York When: September 3, 2014, right after this. What: Loki is a sneaky rat. Hulkling is displeased to find said rat in their hideout. Rating: PG-13
Teddy was tired when he wandered to the door, Spree scanning and letting him in at his muttered greeting. He trudged down the empty corridor, intent on making some ramen and sleeping on the couch before going on patrol that night.
Then he heard the voices. With a frown he deviated from the kitchen area toward the computer room.
“Even I do not have access to SHIELD’s files.”
“Tis fine, Miss Spree. What little could be gained was more than I had to go on previously. Do you have any clever theories?”
“None.”
Loki sat back in the chair, his small feet perched on the edge as he thought. Of course, Spree had locked the computer down. He had done research on a villain, just as he had promised. He wasn’t welcome to do more than that. “I will likely have to see what SHIELD has on file, then. Well, thank you. I should be on my way.”
Hulkling watched him hop out of the chair, watched how the small godling came to a sudden halt, realizing he wasn’t alone in the hideout any longer.
“Spree?” Hulkling asked, his tone dangerously low, the armored scales only widening on his broad shoulders further in an intimidating display. “Why did you not alert us that there was an intruder?”
Loki held his gloved hands up, smiling cheerfully before she could answer. “I’m not! I was merely doing a bit of research. Um, I’m done now, though, so I-.”
“You’re Loki.”
“Yes, but-.”
“You gutted my boyfriend.”
Loki stood still with shock for a split second, looking at the spark of rage in the blue eyes. Then like any sensible troublemaker tried to bolt. There weren’t many places to go, but he’d squeezed past bigger than Teddy through narrow alleys while a Paris street rat. He slid easily by.
He was nowhere near prepared for how flexible Teddy was. A green arm stretched unnaturally far, claws grasping the hoodie and hefting Loki off his feet. Hulkling tossed him almost casually into the support wall partly shielding the computer area from view.
“Ow!” The boy immediately sat up from where he landed, grabbing his head with one eye squinting in pain as he looked at Hulkling. “That hurt!”
“That didn’t knock you out,” Hulkling said thoughtfully.
“Of course not! I’m not a human. I’m a god, you know!”
“I guess.” Loki’s eyes went wide as his foot was grabbed, suddenly dangling upside down. “But you’re puny for a god.”
“Wait, let’s talk about-!”
SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Teddy looked briefly to Loki’s dazed face and threw him down against the floor. It cracked under Loki. To his credit, the miniature God of Mischief almost sat up, teeth grit before the dizziness of the hits made him slump into unconsciousness.
Teddy looked down, shaking his head before looking at the ceiling. “Spree? You have a lot of explaining to do.”
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Teddy was slurping down noodles but a few minutes later, sitting on the couch with one small God of Mischief laying down on its opposite end, an ice pack on his head while he slept. The big shapeshifting teen looked uncomfortable, because now that Loki was out and he’d gotten the story from Spree, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with him. He had decided food was the first order of the day, however. He would think better if he had food on his stomach.