Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Loki was quiet for a moment, and the smile on his face faded in an instant, becoming expressionless.

The words that Thor blurted out had hurtful edges and corners, piercing his heart, and he didn't know whether it would hurt or not.

Probably not.

Because Loki's expressionless expression was only a blink of an eye, and he laughed again, as if he was more happy than when he used words to stimulate his brother just now, his green eyes were bent, and he said in a soft voice: "You said so, I So sad, Thor."

"Really." Thor turned his face away from him angrily, with a sadness in his eyes, and forcibly suppressed it, "Do you really care? You won't die for this... In your heart, Probably no one is more important than yourself."

Loki leaned his head against the wall, lazily said: "You know again."

"After experiencing so many deceptions repeatedly, no matter how stupid I am, I should see something clearly." Thor said, "When I find my father..."

He didn't say what to do after finding his father, but swallowed the words abruptly, turned around and said, "I'm going out."

Loki just looked at his back.

Thor strode forward, taking a few steps to the door, intending to turn off the light in the room.

"Brother." Loki spoke suddenly behind him.

Thor stopped in his footsteps, waiting with his anger still on, not planning to look back at him again.

"I'm hungry." The younger brother said.

"None of my business."

The angry brother didn't hesitate any longer, strode out and slammed the door loudly.

He took off the shackle from Loki's mouth when he first came in, and forgot to put it back on at this time.

Loki licked his lips, and finally got rid of the mask-like smile that always hung on his face. He raised his eyes to look at the blindingly white ceiling due to the backlight, and felt pain in his back. He tried to move his body, but as expected, he touched the electric device on his waist. His muscles were so numb that his hair trembled.

Tony Stark was not polite to him at all.

Loki let out a slight "hiss", his eyebrows were knit together, and he slowly exhaled from the depths of his chest after the unbearable pain passed.

This breath failed to blow out the wind, but the door was blown open again.

Thor went back and forth, the wind was blowing under his feet, and the red cloak was brightly fluttering behind him.

He held a half-torn baguette in his big hand, came over and stuffed it in Loki's mouth.

Later, when Loki choked half to death and swallowed the baguette, and Thor gave him some water, he put the shackle on his mouth again, and completely threw him back into the darkness.

"Can you leave the lights on?" Loki asked.

The touch of green in his eyes was shockingly bright under the light: "I don't like it so dark."

"No." Thor said.

He turned off the lights quite simply, went out this time, and never came back before dawn.

Doctor Strange was the only one who stayed up all night in the house.

He returned to the temple in New York during the time before midnight, and brought back almost an entire bookshelf, filling the wall of the room facing the door to the brim.

Tony wouldn't be too happy if he saw it.

If he had a whim at any time and wanted to see the surveillance video at home that night, and he could still see many supernatural scenes, the impression would be even worse.

For example, in the quiet kitchen, a hole suddenly opened in the air, a hand stretched out from the hole, quietly opened the refrigerator door, and took a can of sparkling water.

After a while, the out-of-the-box hand returned and took another plate of sandwiches.

The remains of the food were eventually found in Stephen Strange's room.

Of course, it is best not to let Thor see this video.

The God of Thunder has already been pulled out of his hair during the day, and he is almost crazy. If he is asleep in the middle of the night, a little hair is quietly cut off by a hand that appears like the protagonist of a horror movie, and he may rush to hit Doctor Strange with a small hammer. chest.

It's okay if the hair can play a role, but even the supreme mage himself can't do anything. He buried his head in the sea of ​​books and flipped through the tome, drawing a magic circle in the air with his hands while flipping through.

"Where can he go?" Stephen frowned into a lock.

There was a slap on the shoulder, and it was the cloak that was beating his back with two small horns.

"Odin wants to see his son, there is no need to hide his tracks, unless something unexpected happens and he has to do so."

This was also said to Thor. It was the only time Stephen saw Odin. Odin didn’t say much. No one knew what kind of accident it was. It was so serious that it could threaten the Lord of the Gods.

After staying up all night, he hardly closed his eyes. When Tony woke up the next morning, he saw Stephen sitting in the living room with a dim background.

"I'm amazed at your understanding of the two Asgardian brothers." Tony teased.

Daisy was still asleep on the crib, and the nanny hadn't come yet. He had a lot of free time, enough to move out the coffee machine from the kitchen and slowly brew a pot of rich and mellow black coffee.

The coffee powder has already been ground. Tony poured all the powder into the handle slot and pressed it with a tool before turning on the power.

He was still wearing pajamas with a baby bear pattern printed on it, and fat shorts underneath, and he took off the superhero armor. Dressing so casually, he looked very civilian and friendly.

It was not said that rich people must wear silk pajamas.The old father wore this style, but his youngest daughter liked it the most. She often lay down on his chest like a rabbit. When she first started teething, her little hand grabbed the baby bear's face and bit it hard, making it wet.

"Nothing to care about." Stephen said lightly, "If the matter is not resolved, Loki will not return to Asgard for a long time, and I will not be able to sit still in the temple."

"This is you, Mage." Tony smiled, filled a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee, and handed it to Stephen.

Stephen glanced at him and reached out to take it.

The nerves that were so bitter and drowsy suddenly became extremely alive.

Caffeine is such a good thing.

Xiaotuanzi went to bed late last night, and woke up a little later today.

When the old father was eating breakfast outside, the small quilt bag raised on the bed slowly squirmed, and when he turned it over, he found a baby who was coaxing the smell of milk.

The little light blonde hair was messed up and curled around, and the blue eyes were full of sleepiness, staring at the ceiling, ignorant.

Then I saw a figure standing upright above the cradle.

The black and green battle robe, the left shoulder is inlaid with a golden and shiny armor piece, and the black hair pushed back is curled up at the end.

Loki didn't know if he had found the fun of studying Stark, so he came over again and again to see it.

In fact, before such a little one woke up, his phantom also sneaked around every corner of the villa, wandering around and visiting, and by the way, he could even see clearly what the owner of the villa had for breakfast.

It's a pity that it's not a real loss, so there's no way to poison the food.

Then it was discovered that Tuanzi was sleeping alone in the bedroom again.

Usually Benben would be around at this time, but this morning Stephen asked it to clean the bedroom, and it went with the broom, doing its best and sweeping until now.

When Daisy saw Loki, she got up and sat up, limp there.

Before doing anything else, he opened his small red mouth and yawned to drive away the sleepy bugs. When he closed his mouth, a thin layer of tears had passively accumulated in his big eyes.

At first, the tears were due to a natural physiological reaction. When she was sitting there, she didn't see her father when she looked left and right, and when she looked back, Loki was staring at him with an indistinguishable smile. He curled his lips and began to cry.

The smile on the face of the trick god disappeared completely.

Little Daisy baby leaned on the railing of the cradle for strength, wobbled and stood up with the support of his little fat legs, yelled "Mom" in a low voice, and still sadly dropped the golden doudou by himself.

When the tears trickled down her face, making her wet and uncomfortable, she knew how to wipe it off with her little hands.

When the vision was there, she had just woken up, and there was still no father in the room, but she didn't cry like this.

Of course, the Stark father and daughter are closer to Vision than they are to Loki. The weight of the former is as big as that of an elephant, while the latter only has a hair in one of the nostrils of the elephant's long trunk.

If elephants had trunk hair.

That wasn't intimacy at all, it was the hate that Tony wanted to beat up as soon as he saw it. Daisy might be able to neutralize it a little bit, but now that she was crying like this, I knew that she couldn't neutralize it for the time being.

"why are you crying?"

Loki folded his arms condescendingly and looked at her with disgust on his face.

There is also a bit of irony in this dislike after discovering the New World—he heard the tearful "Mom" from Daisy's mouth, and he also knew that the little one didn't have a mother, so it was self-evident who he called .

Sure enough, not long after, the old father, who had only eaten half of the sandwich, opened the bedroom door and walked in.

Daisy stood on the edge of the bed and flicked, wiping her tears several times with her doughy hands, which were already wet.

Tony picked her up, holding her buttocks in his arms, and when he touched her, he found that the diaper was bulging.

After a night, it is obvious that a lot of reserves have been accumulated, and it is very uncomfortable for the baby to wrap it there.

Think about it, Daisy cried just now, not entirely because she hated Loki.

If Loki could know, his face wouldn't be so stinky.

He obviously wanted to scare the children last night, but when Daisy cried, she was upset that she looked terrible in the eyes of the children who had just woken up, her lips were tightly pursed, and she rolled her eyes countless times.

He used to think of himself as a scary and dark monster in children's bedtime fairy tales, but when he was really treated as a monster by others, the feeling was completely different.

Who doesn't like light.

Big Bad also loves light.

It's just that for people on earth, he's not even a little bit bad, and it's just a one-on-one knife to feel good.

Daisy was taken out by her father and handed over to the nanny, she took off her one-piece flying squirrel pajamas, and put her in the small bathtub to wash her ass.

When her body was treated clean and refreshed, her tears would not shed long ago, and her belly was flat. She happily asked the adults to wear a bib and ran to the dining table to wait for dinner.

This morning the nanny steamed tender eggs, put them in a bowl, and fed Daisy with a small spoon.

Tuanzi opened his mouth wide in joy, took a mouthful, and stuffed his cheeks bulgingly.

Finely chopped spinach was also added to the eggs, which was just right for nutrition. Thinking that this little kid has a bigger appetite than ordinary children, I also prepared a little minced meat and half a small banana.

Stephen was full, was wiping his lips with a napkin, and was about to leave.

The cloak behind him was paying attention to Daisy eating, poking her head, eager to try.

It is not easy to be the nanny of the Stark family. In addition to a high degree of education, to light up various housework skills, one must also have a strong psychological quality.

For example, now, being gently tapped on the shoulder by a cloak from behind, you have to turn around politely to ask something, instead of being so frightened that you accidentally throw your baby's meal on the floor.

Wendy was surprised when she saw the flying cloak at first, but Tony said it was high-tech, and she saw it more often, so she was not surprised.

Cloak also wants to feed Daisy.

It arched its hands and begged, and Wendy was not unwilling to give it. She glanced at the chairman sitting across the dining table, and found that he was staring at this side with his chin resting on his shoulders. He didn't say yes or no. Gave the cloak.

The magic levitating cloak held the cutlery in style.

Xiaotuanzi was very happy in the baby chair, stretched out her little hand, trying to grab the cloak, the cloak held the small corner, and carefully scooped up a spoonful of eggs and fed it to her, she was willing to eat it, it seemed to be more delicious than the nanny .

It's a pity that I only fed one mouthful, and the corner of the cloak slipped, and the bowl in my hand flew out and fell to the ground, and the eggs were scattered together with the eggs, and there was no whole body.

Daisy looked down at the floor.

She grabbed her hand, knowing that the breakfast was gone, and then looked at the cloak that had missed the bowl, and it was already balled up, and hid behind Stephen in desperation.

At this time, it knows very well who is its master.

"My daughter couldn't have enough to eat this morning." Tony looked at Stephen's stiff face, not angry, pointed at the mage next to him, and said slowly, "You lose the bowl."

The magic floating cloak probably won't even want to feed Daisy in this life.

These people finished their breakfast before Thor got out of bed with a disheveled hair.

Loki was still locked in the small dark room, and Tony didn't want to go to see it. Stephen had no obligation to take care of it. After all, he was asked to go and see if his good brother tried every means to escape from the shackles.

Fortunately not.

Loki was locked up all night, talking to Thor in the middle of the night, and when he went in to see him, he was sleeping with his eyes closed.

I don't think I'm really sleeping.

In the morning, Wendy took Daisy to play in the room. Because she missed half a bowl of steamed eggs for this small breakfast, she gradually became hungry. It was not time for the meal, so she grabbed her skirt to ask for a snack.

"Eat vegetable biscuits, okay?" Wendy asked, "Not sweet."

Daisy nodded repeatedly when she heard the biscuit, and said "yes" tenderly while hugging my little pony.

But the moment Nanny leaves the room to get a cookie, Loki reappears.

It's really lingering, and the Phantom of the Villa is okay.

The phantom sat cross-legged on the ground, very close to Daisy. Seeing that she was not as scared as she was in the morning, she smiled, followed by a curved lip smile, and stretched out her finger to poke her forehead.

It's interesting to poke.

Now it was but a phantom passing through, a diffused light.

"Speaking of which, you don't even have a mother." The evil god smiled, "It's so pitiful."

Seeing him sitting like this, Xiaotuanzi imitated him, crossed Xiaopang's legs, and sat on the floor facing each other.

My Little Pony in her hand was still tightly guarded and refused to let go.

"What kind of mother do you want?" Loki poked her finger again, actually poking the air, but never tire of it.

He himself once had the best and most honorable mother in Asgard, the goddess Frigg, who taught him spells, and she was not always partial to Thor like Odin.

Frigga has now turned into a star in the sky.

Daisy seemed to understand, she just stared at him, not knowing how to answer.

I couldn't answer with a few words.

Loki asked himself arrogance, raised his eyes and thought about it, and there was a bit of inexplicable meaning in his smile. He stretched out his hand to caress his face, and when he put it down again, it became Tony's face.

If the old father was present now, seeing his changed face, he would rush up and beat him up without even thinking about it.

Loki is disguised as a woman.

Just imagine, how horrible it would be to put on lipstick, eyeshadow, and make-up on Iron Man's face with a refined beard.

Men will be silent when they see it, and women will cry when they see it.

For Daisy, this is no ordinary dad.

Her soft little body stiffened for a moment, her eyes were shocked, and soon this shock turned into a hesitant temptation, she reached forward with her hand, trying to feel if it was the real old father.

Loki sat there without moving, allowing her to cautiously probe, and finally sensed some interest from the change in her expression, raised his eyes and said: "If it becomes like this, should you call him dad or mom?"

He remembered that his own entity was still shackled and handcuffed in the small black room by Tony Stark, and his words were a little heavy: "But he is obviously used to being a mother. If you change your name to Dad, I'm afraid you still feel reluctant. Yes. wrong?"

This is baseless.

Daisy couldn't touch it by herself, looked at the little hands, and then at the old father in women's clothes. She gradually became suspicious of life, and instead stretched her ears to listen to Loki.

He wanted to tell the truth from the voice, but he obviously also used Tony's voice.

With this face of a big man in women's clothing, Loki talked about Xiaotuanzi's mother and non-mother happily, and gradually forgot about the group sitting in front of him.

Until Daisy moved slightly, her eyes were fixed on the shape of his lips-this was a little habit she often had when she was learning to speak, and she always wanted to see how others spoke.

She has always been a very smart baby.

So in the next second, the Cthulhu heard the group in front of him follow suit, and said "Dad" softly.