She blinked up at him a couple times, parsing, then fell over with the force of her giggles. “You /belled him/. You /belled/ Loki!” she got out between whoops, pounding on the floor.Tony grinned, utterly shameless, as he set about putting the pendant and its new cord back on. “I did. I belled Loki. Not like it did much good, though, since I still don’t know where the fuck he is. C’est la vie.”
Still wheezing, she pointed out, “It’s a /bell/, not a multidimensional gps signal. You could try asking him to stay … or,” she flicked a glance up at Tony from under her lashes, “persuade him to.”