Just Relax

Loki watches Sasha curiously as she scribbled away into her little, purple book—her tongue poking out and her face barely two inches from the page. He knew she had vision problems, but that was ridiculous to the extreme. Even more ridiculous was the intense urge he had to see what she was doing, he wasn't proud of the urge as he knew how precious privacy was to Sasha, but it was eating away at his mind about what she focused so intensely on. Was it about him? No, she's filled about five of those books since she turned fourteen and she'd already admitted that she didn't have a crush on him until she was older. What could it be then—torrid fantasies, future pranks? He was at a loss and that's why he found himself approaching Tony.

The other man was just as curious as Loki was and this would make him feel less like a complete bastard. Sasha looks up when her dad enters the living room, giving him a smile before going back to her writing. Tony rubs the back of his neck, trying to discreetly walk behind her and look over her shoulder. Just as he entered within eye-range, Sasha snaps the book closed and flounces out of the room to the elevators. Loki saw the taunting smirk on her lips from the reflection, knowing how much the two men wanted to see what she was hiding in that diary of hers.

Tony wasn't a patient man and Loki had waited long enough, so they sicked Natasha on Sasha to get her out of the house. When that backfired, Tony forked up two hundred dollars and practically pushed Sasha out of the house. With her gone for a couple of hours, the two men scrambled up the stairs and into her bedroom, finding the purple book on her desk with her teddy bear sitting on top of it. The bear's eyes stared at them accusingly, almost making Loki tuck tail and run back downstairs, but they had come too far to turn back now. "Move the bear," Tony instructs nervously, wilting under the bear's glare.

"Shouldn't it be you to move it, after all you're her father," Loki replies.

"You're her husband." Damn it, Tony had him there. Loki leans forward, nudging the bear aside using a pencil. Was it possible for an inanimate object's expression to change from a death glare to one of utter disappointment? Tony lets out a long whoosh of air, grabbing the book quickly, but not opening it. They stare down at it, vaguely taking in the silver crescent moon on the cover. Inside that little book will be the answer to all their questions; all they have to do is open it just enough to peek inside at the pages within. "Open it."

"I moved the bear." Tony scowls, opening the book with shaking hands. On the first page is one simple sentence that gave both men pause. It didn't answer their questions, but it did make their shaking increase. Turn around, you idiots.

Standing behind them holding the real diary is Sasha and she does not look happy.