A/N: I refuse to think of myself and my sister as Mary Sues, because as humans, we are both inherently flawed, and make mistakes, and we both understand that since Loki and Thor are fictional, they are unattainable. No wish fulfillment, except perhaps to meet the characters. (But doesn't everyone dream of that? That's why we all write this stuff, isn't it?) The point I'm trying to make is that it's not a Mary Sue fic.

OCs

Leah: Ghost Rider of the Aragon

Nicole: vamp of alium sativum

NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE IDENTITIES OF THOSE INVOLVED.

THE EVENTS RECOUNTED IN THIS TALE ARE FICTIONAL.

ANY SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD IS ABSOLUTELY INTENTIONAL.

I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY OWN IDEA, AND MY FRIEND'S NAMES.

ALL ELSE IS PROPERTY OF MARVEL.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon during Christmas break. I (Leah) was in my room, listening to my dad's old Rush albums, and my sister Nicole was in her room, practicing Für Elise on her electric keyboard. The playing abruptly stopped when my radio reached a crescendo. Nicole stormed into my room.

"Will you turn that down?" she asked irritably. I peeked over the edge of my loft bed. She was positively furious. Inwardly, I smiled.

"What?" I shouted over the thrashing guitar solo. I had heard her perfectly, but I liked to be somewhat irritating. As older sister, it was my job. I happen to be very good at it.

"Turn down the radio!" she repeated. I smiled and swung down from the loft.

"Am I disturbing you?" I asked. She tilted her head towards me, so that her eyes were peering over the rims of her glasses. (From now on I shall refer to this as THE LOOK.) I hate it when she does that. It makes me feel small. It doesn't help that she's already four inches taller than me. I meekly stepped over to the radio, and turned it off.

"There, you happy?" She left without another word. I climbed back up into my loft and picked up my abandoned copy of Beowulf.

Not even 5 minutes later, Nicole was back in my room.

"Leah, I'm bored."

"Yeah, and you want me to do…what?"

"I dunno. You got any movies?"

"Well, yeah. You know what I've got. Pick one and leave me be." I stared over at my posters, my eyes resting on Loki. I don't know why I liked the bad guy so much, but I did. I have a thing for redeemable characters and underdogs. I don't know, I'm just weird, I guess. I personally hoped that Nicole would pick The Avengers. That might be enough to bring me down from my perch. I watched her standing in front of the shelf. Then, as I hoped, she picked up Avengers. I jumped down from the loft, and snatched the case from her hand, and sprinted into the living room. She flopped down on the couch while I put the DVD in.

I cheered when Loki showed up. Nicole stared at me like I was some sort of freak.

"Why are you cheering? He just turned Hawkeye and Dr. Selvig evil." I picked up the remote and paused the movie.

"Loki's just awesome. Deal with it." I was about to press play when I thought of a something. "Nicole, quick question. Who do you like? I mean, I like Loki and Iron Man. Who're your favorite characters?" Nicole was silent. She rarely goes fan-girl over anything, at least not visibly. She finally spoke.

"Thor. I like Tony too, but Thor is probably my favorite."

"Okay. Just wondering." I hit the play button.

The movie was just about over, and Nicole and I had almost fallen asleep. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Thor and Loki grabbed the Tesseract and disappeared. A blinding flash of blue lit up the living room, nearly scaring me to death. There before me, stood Thor and (squeal!) Loki. I stared at them a moment, not necessarily believing this. Nicole woke up at this moment, and nearly shrieked.

"Where are we?" Thor demanded. "This is not Asgard! By Odin's beard, this is disappointing!"