Loki is having a party and everyone in the Pantheon is invited.

Heimdall is not amused.

"I don't understand why he's doing this," he said to himself. "It's not like he won't be able to talk to the others while he's here."

Right now, our favorite little god of schemes is sitting in his little corner of woe, glaring daggers at anyone who would dare touch his Loki.

…

That's right, HIS Loki.

Yes, I know. They had a… rough past, but let's just ignore that for the sake of the fic, okay?

Okay.

Anyway, Heimdall was glaring daggers at anyone who would dare touch his Loki.

Maybe, he thought, if I concentrate hard enough, they would all explode into little tiny pieces, and then I can screw my little Loki until he cannot walk.

It was a rather appealing idea, but he decided against it.

He could make them explode in a much more painful manner later.

(Insert hysterical laughter here)

Thor, noticing the large amount of evil auras gathering in a small corner of the room, went to investigate.

He saw the purple-haired god sitting there, knees to his chest, with an evil (and perverted) look in his eyes. Of course, being the 'Protector of Justice and All Things Good,' he decided to cheer the other up.

"Bad day, huh?" he asked.

Heimdall looked up at Thor, sighed, and averted his gaze toward (his) Loki again.

His left eye twitched.

(Apparently Odin, despite his hatred for the trickster god, thought he was cute and was currently pinching his cheek)

Father, you are going down…

Unbeknownst to him, Thor was looking at the same person. "You know, if Loki was in his adult form, I'd fuck him."

"……"

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Extra:

"Hey"

"Oh, hey."

"He told me that you owe him an apology."

"He? He who?"

"…You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

"Oh, you don't…"

"What am I supposed to remember!?"

"At the party…"

"What party?"

"His party."

"His- Oh… His party."

"You drank too much punch…"

"What does that-"

"Someone spiked it…"

"Oh."

"Do you remember now?"

"Not really."

Sigh. "You got a little bit frisky with him."

"…"

"And tore his clothes."

"…"

"And then you started to…"

"…"

"Are you alright?"

"I think I just saw him…"

"… Well then, I better go hide. See ya later Heim!"

"What? Freyr! Where are you going! Hey- Oh, hi Loki…"

People in Africa heard screams of agonizing pain.

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My first fanfic.

Eheheh... I know, it sucked.

Please go easy on me. I'm too young to die...