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Unprecedented. That about summed. No, that perfectly described whatever the hell went on. It was the absolute perfect word to describe the situation, nothing more or less to so utterly describe what had happened to such a point. You could use words like abnormal, uncommon, outlandish, or phrases such as 'never seen before', 'unheard of', but nothing could so correctly characterise the occurrence. The action, the display, the discourse, the unfolding of events was completely and utterly unprecedented, and they had a feeling this was only the beginning.
It began on a Thursday, a sweet, lovely Thursday, with sunny skies and beautifully mild temperatures. The Avengers team had been having a day off, doing whatever they wanted, and wasn't that just lovely. Nothing major had happened in the last week, so they had no clean-up to do. Amora, Skurge, and even Doom hadn't done anything more than small city levelling for the past month, even if there was that one time they were almost overcome by a large hoard of doom bots. Almost. And then they hadn't heard anything major from Loki in, well, forever. Literally, since his Chitauri stunt he had yet to use excessive force or cause excessive damage, and while this worried some, they really had no way of figuring out if he was planning anything, or if he was even on Earth. Of course, this peace came to an abrupt stop on this too fine Thursday.
On this day - did I mention it was a particularly fine day? – the team were up in one of the more open floors of the Avengers HQ, sitting around the living room, discussing, well, that's not really important, and it's not like they'd remember later anyway, the point is, they were having a lovely chat and eating food from the open kitchen placed in the room, a little to the right of where they were, facing a lovely view of the city skyline. And so, imagine our surprise at having everyone in the room, and to have yet another person stroll in through the doors. Everyone flicked their eyes over to see whom had entered, and all at once did a double-take, heads whipping around in what was probably the most co-ordinated contraction of whiplash ever known throughout the universe. There, looking for all the world like he was out for a casual stroll, was Loki, God of Mischief. His hands were together in front of him as he slid gracefully into the room – what the hell, graceful? That was not a word Tony would use to describe the super powered trickster. Loki looked up, as if first noticing the others, and his eyes landed on Thor. Loki lifted his arm, and just as Tony began to think shit was going to go down, and why the hell weren't any of them doing anything about it, Loki's hand stopped just above his head, his other arm slightly away from his body as he, sort of, waved? Was that the right term? Waved and, looking Thor dead on, pronounced, with a huge smirk on his face; "What's up Bro?". What. Simply; what?
Thor ran at his brother, and while it may have looked down-right scary to anyone else, hell, it scared himself and Clint as Thor clomped on past their chair, shaking the furniture, Loki stood there and spread his arms slightly out further, eyes locked with Thor's, as if waiting for a hug. Thor's arms themselves spread out and curled around the form. Before smashing into a wall with an armful of air.
A deep laugh was heard from behind them, behind where Thor had originally been standing he noted, and once again they all whipped their heads around, and Tony felt himself wishing he had turned just a tad slower. His poor neck. Loki leant against the wall, hands clasped this time behind his back and had a mirthful smile on his face that, while large, was no-where near as splittingly scary as the taunting smirks he used to throw them when things were about to o horribly wrong for the team. He was wearing what looked to be a variation of his usual armour, minus the helmet. He continued to laugh until it bubbled out of his mouth and his teeth parted to allow a musical laugh to float through the air, his eyes closing and head tilting back. And it wasn't scary really, just nice to hear someone laugh so wholly. Looking back Tony realised this was because Thor was looking oh-so confused, glancing between Loki and where the Loki apparition used to be, hair askew and stumbling due to his collision with the unrelenting surface of the wall, super strong as they were designed to withstand such quarrelling.
"Loki?" Thor asked, and it caused the aforementioned god to continue laughing, even as he opened his eyes to look at his 'brother'. His laughter died down as the shit-eating grin across his face held strong, occasional puffs of laughter spilling out. Tony admitted Thor looked amusing and an almost snort, almost laugh, sounding kind of like a giggled 'pffffffft' flew out or his pursed lips, causing the others to look at him with a poisonous glare. It also caused Loki to look his way, smile slightly faltering as he heard the noise, but upon locking eyes with Tony, his grin returned and his head tipped to the side a little – it was adorable, No. Wait. Tony did not think like that. Maybe, he would acquiesce, he looked endearing. He knew a pretty person when he saw one. And then Loki turned back to Thor, allowed another ripple of laughter to leave his throat and walked out another door, leaving. They looked to each other and stood hastily, not quite believing they weren't dead and sped towards the door. Tony got there first, and he prided himself over it, the fact that he was closest already had nothing to do with it, but he was gone.
They really had no idea what went on, but Tony suspected it wasn't the last of it. He voiced this opinion and they all agreed. But what was his play?
This was the prologue, not a choose your own story like my other, hope you enjoy!