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“What the hell does ‘genderfluid’ mean?” Tony asked as he sat across from Loki in Stark Tower.

Loki rolled her eyes and tapped the end of her green high heels against the sofa. “It means sometimes I feel more like a man and sometimes I feel more like a woman.”

“And I assume today is more…”

“Woman, yes,” Loki interrupted.

Tony raised his eyebrows and knocked back another gin and tonic. Since Loki had shown up at Stark Tower in what she considered a very tasteful black and green leather skirt and matching jacket, the billionaire had drunk three gin and tonics, making this his fourth. 

“I take it you still don’t quite understand what I’m saying,” Loki said, leaning forward a bit. 

Tony shook his head. “Nope, Reindeer Games. I really don’t,” he replied, precariously setting the glass down on the arm of his chair. “All I know is that a guy dressed like a girl is going to cause some problems.”

Loki raised a carefully manicured eyebrow. “How so?”

“Well, people… Midguardians, at least… Expect a person to be either a boy or a girl.”

“Not both,” she filled in for him. She tapped a finger against the arm of the couch. “What boring lives you must lead.”

“We manage,” Tony quipped as he got up to get himself another drink. “And those who aren’t one or the other are kind of… outcasts.”

The god of chaos snorted and turned her head to one side. “And yet you think my ruling this planet would be a disaster.”

“Hey, not everyone’s like that, Reindeer Games,” Tony replied. He tossed back his fifth drink. “I happen to be a very open-minded individual.”

Loki raised an eyebrow at him again. “Then I suppose you just happen to feel more alcoholic than sober today?”

The inventor flushed. “Touche,” he murmured as he poured himself another drink. 

The god of mischief smirked. "You dislike this then?“

Tony blushed and threw back his sixth drink. “I… Uhh… Actually…”

Loki smirked. “You like it.”

“It’s freaking me out, Rock of Ages,” he replied hurriedly. “I mean… You’re… You were a man and now…”

“I’m a woman, more or less,” Loki supplied. She leaned back against the sofa and crossed her arms over her chest. “I could make the transformation complete of course, if I so chose, but it’s always a struggle when shape-shifting to get chemical balances right again.”

“Yeah, chemicals,” Tony murmured. “That would be… difficult.”

“Brother!” a voice shouted from the elevator.

Loki wrinkled her nose. “If you insist on calling me by a familial name, you might as well call me ‘sister’ today,” she insisted as the god of thunder stormed into the room.

“Up to your old tricks, huh?” Thor said with a smile.

Loki began to turn red. “It isn’t just ‘old tricks’, you blond buffoon! I happen to actually feel…”

“More like a woman today, yes, I know, brother.”

“Sister,” she corrected.

“Sorry, sister." 

"Wait, you knew about this?” Tony said, taking a step between the siblings. 

Thor tilted his head to one side. “Of course!”

“And you couldn’t have warned me?”

“Warned you?” he scoffed. “About what?”

“Tony finds my becoming a woman disturbing,” Loki clarified from the couch.

Thor reared his head back. “What is disturbing about it?”

“Well, he…”

“She,” Loki corrected.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Fine, she used to be a man and now she’s a woman.”

The god of thunder blinked at him.

“That’s not normal,” he clarified.

“No one on Asguard had any trouble with it,” Thor replied. He turned to Loki. “Except for that one time when Father found you…”

The god of mischief stood up from the couch. “Thor, if you tell that story, I will make you regret you were ever born.”

“And in those high heels that’d be giving a new meaning to ‘dressed to kill’,” Tony quipped as he rinsed out his glass and set it on the rack.

“Are you trying to be funny, Man of Iron?” Thor asked, a concerned look on his face. “Because a battle to the death is no joke, especially between two Asguardians.”

“I am fairly sure he’s joking, Thor,” Loki said, sitting back down on the couch with a smirk. “Although I could kill you as a woman just as easily as I could as a man.”

“In your dreams, Br… Sister,” the god of thunder said, catching himself at the last moment. “And your transformation has distracted me from my purpose. Father wishes to speak with you.”

“He’s your father, not mine,” she hissed for what felt like the hundredth time. She got up from the couch. “How does he wish to communicate?”

“The mirror you enchanted ought to be fine,” he replied as he headed towards the elevator. 

Loki sighed and followed her brother to the elevator. “Just what I needed. Another talk with Odin,” she growled as she got on the elevator.

“Hey, Loki!” Tony called just as the elevator doors were about to close. He wedged his foot between the doors, holding them open. “Are you… Uh… Doing anything tonight?”

The god of mischief smirked. “In your dreams, Tony Stark,” she purred before kicking his foot out of the door and pressing the button for the ground floor.