Loki smirked a little. “of course she’s on my side.” he informed Johnny. “I showed her a real life unicorn after all.” stealing It had been a challenge but most of the nine realms where glad to have Loki back to his usual shenanigans rather than the world ending seething hatred he had been up to. Of course, none of that was Odin’s fault. It never was.<br/><br/>“Your brother in law?” Loki asked, lifting an eyebrow. “you mean the man who almost killed you, your sister, himself and whoever the other one is in some foolhardy attempt to understand forces beyond nature and understanding?”  Loki asked, sounding so dry you almost couldn’t hear the sarcasm before he glanced at Steph. “I think Stark would rather stab me than discuss science with me.” Loki informed her. Tony was nodding. Loki just smiled at Steph because… well, she wasn’t far off actually.<br/><br/>Bucky just looked amused at all the snarking and sassing and replaced his hand on Steph’s leg, amusing himself by matching Johnny as closely as possible. Any finger Johnny moved, Bucky followed., his fingers trailing along her skin ad he had to marvel at being able to feel the sensation. He hadn’t told anyone yet, but Loki had used his magic to allow for full sensation again. He’d always been able to feel some things, pressure, strength, pain when it got ripped off or damaged. But being able to actually feel someone elses skin, feel the soft plushy things here and there and everywhere. Textures and temperatures. He was still getting used to feeling sensations again.<br/><br/>“ah yes.” Loki agreed. “they actually have a very solid plan for dealing with me should I go… what is it that you called it?” he asked, glancing at Phil. “off the rails?” he shrugged. “the energy dampening systems Stark has put in place will actually contain me. It’s quite impressive for such primitive technology.” he examined his champagne glass for a moment and then. “I am sure your promise to kill me yourself should I attempt such things again went a long way, hm?” he asked. To the Avengers it might have sounded like an accusation but to Thor it was a reminder. Because Loki was afraid. While he had happily tried to tear earth to pieces… he hadn’t been wholly in control of himself. Now it was like an addiction, he could feel it sometimes. The niggling need to just let go, let the mind stone back in. let it whisk away all those pesky things like emotion and morality. Loki knew if they came for him again, he would not be able to resist the power of the mind stone and he had forced Thor to a promise. If Loki went mad again… Thor had sworn to kill him. Loki had made him promise. It was probably the only reason why he wasn’t being dragged to his cell again… and this time his mother would not be there to save him from slowly going insane. People weren’t meant to sit in a box alone until the end of time. Especially since he knew he wouldn’t be getting books or drawing pads this time. He would sit in the dark, trapped inside his own head until he was a broken, drooling mess that couldn’t think for himself. Maybe then Odin would be proud of him. Loki would rather die then go back to that cell. He HAD died, actually. Waking up had been… a surprise to say the least.