A/N: Note that this fic invokes not just the Cinematic Universe, but the X-Men movies, and several things from various comics. Because there’s no way I’m not having Dr. Strange in this ‘verse. Not to mention other magical shenanigans.
Yoruichi snickered, kneading the stomach she’d chosen for a seat. “Tense, hmm?”
“You!” Loki growled under his breath. “That wasn’t wise. I could have-” He bit it off.
“Could have what?” Yoruichi chuckled. “The day you try to hurt a cat, Loki Odinsson, is the day I know you’ve been taken over by evil mind-control.” She sniffed. “Unlike Freya… honestly, it was one hairball. She didn’t need that dress.”
Muscles tensed under her. “A spy, then. I knew I’d seen you move before.” His voice dropped to a low hiss. “I am not Odinsson.”
“Which is as much a surprise to me as it is to you.” Yoruichi flicked an ear. “I feel professionally embarrassed. That doesn’t happen often.”
A soft hah of a breath. Pain, that was; hidden, but as deep as any of the Vizards’. And how could it be anything else? He’d believed he was one of the Aesir. She’d believed it, all the years she’d stalked carefully through Asgard, marking the shape-shifting sorcerer as one of the most dangerous assets Odin had. To find out otherwise, however he had – and oh, she could only imagine the mess that must have been… well.
I should introduce him to Shinji. If I want all of Karakura blown off the map.
Heh. Bad idea. But oh, there had to be a way to use this! Even if Aizen had her reports – especially if he had her reports – he wouldn’t know–
“Are you here to spy on Isshin?”
“Oh, I only wish,” Yoruichi chuckled. “Not that he couldn’t use a bit of looking after. But no. Kisuke and I have been… retired… for almost a century now. Isshin dropped in on us, not the other way around.” Through the sheet, she kneaded the flesh under her. “Are you all right? You haven’t petted me at all. I won’t ask what happened. Of course I want to know….”
“Are you going to tell me who you’re hiding from?” Loki said dryly.
Green eyes regarded her, narrowed. “That powerful, is he?”
“What you don’t know, you can’t give away,” Yoruichi said complacently. “You didn’t save me any tuna, did you?”