Due to the amazing reception of my one-shot In Which Loki Discovers Midgard's Best Weapon (Chapter 2 in this series now), I'm writing a whole series of crackfics and one shots about Loki's punishment. I thought that it would be a great way to give our beautiful Loki a break from the pattern I'm seeing in fanfictions where he is emotionally unstable and in need of constant attention. Why not let him be OOC and crazy and fun? We'd all like to see it. So here is my new series.

Disclaimer: Loki and Thor belong to Marvel. The Avengers belong to Marvel.

"Loki Laufeyson...or Odinson of Asgard, God of Mischief and Father of Falsehoods, I have come to a good conclusion. I know how much you detest the Midgardians, especially weak-minded and petty ones. So as punishment for your misdeeds against Midgard, Asgard, and all the other seven realms, I hand you over completely to your new guardians. Bring them in," Odin All-Father decreed. Two large men in decorative armor pulled open the hand-carved mahogany double doors at the far end of the throne room. Expecting hideous creatures with minds set on torturing him to submission, Loki was surprised to see two young Midgardian girls. Thor knew them as 'teenagers' from their home realm. They looked around in awe.

The taller one with dark hair, hazel eyes, and a curvaceous figure for one so young began whispering excitedly to the girl next to her. The blond-haired and blue eyed girl waved at Thor, her eyes shining with adoration. They giggled and continued smiling as they reached the All-Father's throne. Odin nodded at them and smiled in a fatherly way, which made Loki frown and feel all the more bitter that these girls, who were complete and utter strangers to him, got more affection from his own father than he did. Well, half-father. But still, it aggravated him.

"I'm Mandy," the dark-haired one exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Loki and squeezing gently. He noted the tattoos that were revealed beneath each short sleeve of her strange tunic. It read in the Midgardian language of English "Green Day", and her tight pants were a Thor-esque shade of crimson. The other girl introduced herself as Jane and playfully ruffled Thor's hair by standing on tiptoe. He graciously swept her into a lung-crushing hug (after which she and Mandy both exploded into a fit of high-pitched squeals and giggles. Loki wondered if this was how the girls communicated on Earth).

"If you disobey these girls, they have full control of your muzzle and magic powers. Remember to respect them and do as they ask. If they are kindhearted they will give you some magic back piece by piece," Odin forewarned his rebellious adopted son. "If you misbehave, cause trouble, play dangerous pranks, or try to escape, they can bring you back and remove your ability to speak by using the muzzle you wear now. Remember this always. They really are such wonderful little creatures." The girls blushed and received kindly pats on the head from the God of Thunder. The frost giant sneered and huffed at the enormous powers these girls had over him. He was the superior being! It just wasn't fair.

"Where did you find them?" Thor asked. Odin's eyes brightened as he told of a mythical being known as the internet and how this being could direct you to virtual town squares where items were bought, traded, or given away through the use of the magical cellphone or computer. He told of one such town square known as Craigslist where he had listed positions as Loki's primary caretakers. Mandy and Jane had instantly applied for (and had been the best candidates for) Loki's earthly imprisonment and experience. Odin wanted to teach his youngest son that the creatures he wanted to rule were really quite fun loving and innocent beings. His grudge was completely stupid.

"I shall miss thee, brother," Thor said, stepping forward and wrapping the slighter man in a tight embrace. The girls had another short conversation in that squeal-shriek language of theirs and one of them sighed.

"Thorki is so cute," Jane said. Mandy nodded.

"Thorki?" Odin asked. "Please explain. I do not know this custom."

"You guys should probably plug your ears," Jane warned the two Norse Gods. Thor did immediately and hummed low in his throat to block out additional noises. Loki tried, but his chained hands would not reach far enough to cover both ears. Thor watched in fascination as Mandy's lips moved rapidly to explain this strange term. Odin's face grew from surprised to amused and Loki became pale and scared, his eyes wide in apprehension. Thor unplugged his ears in time to hear, "And that is Thorki."

"Very...interesting," Odin smiled again. The girls liked the All-Father a lot and hoped to visit again soon.

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of Loki!" Jane assured them. She took the keys to his manacles from Thor and the three of them disappeared in a whirl of purple glittery smoke.

When Loki opened his eyes again, he was sitting on a worn green couch in a small hovel that smelled like paint and cat. Mandy removed the muzzle and tucked it into a small pouch, which she then hid in an adjoining room. Jane was busying herself with a small black rectangular box. Loki was fascinated, his natural curiousity over-riding his hatred for these two foolish mortals. "What is that?" he asked, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded.

"Let me get you some root beer!" Mandy piped as Jane continued to fiddle with the black box. A small compartment came out, into which she placed a silver disc, and closed it again.

"This is a DVD player. You watch movies on it," she said with a shrug. "You'll see in a minute."

"Jane! Here," Mandy tossed Jane the keys to his bonds, "Untie him and get him some of those pajamas you picked out. I swear he's going to sweat to death in that armor."

"Good point," Jane agreed. She quickly removed the chains from his wrists and dragged him along by the hand to a small room filled with pictures of himself, his brother, and some group of men known as My Chemical Romance. "This is Mandy's bedroom. She and I will stay here, you can have the couch. Oh! And here," Jane handed the bewildered Loki a pair of soft green pants and a black V-neck shirt. Both felt very comfortable and relaxing compared to the scratchy and restricting armor he wore now. Jane left and he quickly changed before re-entering the small 'living room' as Mandy had referred to it. A glass of something cold and fizzy was shoved into his hand as he was shoved onto the couch between the two excited teens.

"What is this?" Loki asked, swishing his drink around curiously.

"Root beer, now shut up and take a sip. We're watching Legend!"

"Oh...okay," and Loki did take a small sip. He liked it. He liked it a lot. "THIS IS AMAZING!"

"Shhhh we know," Jane and Mandy were entranced by the moving pictures on the screen. He watched too, but found too many faults to be entertained. And then it got interesting and he began to pay attention to the plot. Until one thing bothered him too much to ignore any longer.

"This Jack boy, why does he not wear pants?" Loki asked. Mandy and Jane began to laugh and giggle hysterically. Loki was confused. "Seriously. Where are his coverings?"

"We ask ourselves the same question every time we watch this movie," Jane smiled.

"Yeah really. Okay, well off to bed everyone," she said, standing and stretching as the credits began to roll.

"I'll get Mr. Mischief a blanket and pillow," Jane offered, standing herself and yawning. Loki found himself too excited by this new world for sleep. When he'd been busy trying to shame Thor and destroy his terrible memories, he hadn't thought to look at all the little fun things that could happen. It was greatly exciting to him. Now he was curious. Now Loki wanted to learn.

So after the girls made him a bed, tucked him in, and went to sleep themselves...he decided to explore the little house. He made friends with Mandy's pet as well, and after sating his nature to discover new things, he fell asleep.

Both girls were surprised to wake up and find Teeny asleep on Loki's stomach and the God himself peacefully resting on the couch. Loki had decided not to run away. Maybe the God of Mischief just needed the right friends after all. And a cat. He really wanted a cat.