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It was a dark and dreary evening in Stark tower. Tony was sitting on his couch, with Loki in the next chair gazing out panoramic windows. Tony let out a long, slow sigh. "Reminiscing?" Loki asked. "Maybe." "Thinking about your past?" He cleared up. "Oh, yeah. A little." He let out a small laugh. "That must of been fun being the child of a world renown billionaire." Loki commented. "Ha. Yeah right. My dad hated me. My mom never spoke to me. I never had any real friends, I freaked the normal kids out. The only friends I ever had were the ones I made myself." Tony patted Dummy, who whirred with pleasure.

"Well, how was it being a prince? Being treated like royalty?" Tony bowed his head for emphasis. "Ever heard of corporeal punishment? No one frowned upon it. It was a way of life." Loki flexed his fingers, remembering the pain.

"Ouch. One time, well, the first time, I cussed in front of my dad when I stubbed my toe, he washed my mouth with soap. Real soap! Ew!" Tony flicked his tongue out and shook his head in disgust. Loki curled his lip. "That sounds dreadful. But when I first 'cussed', my father had my lips sewn shut. I couldn't talk, or eat for a week, until mother removed the stitches." Tony stared in disbelief. "Sewn shut? Like, with a needle and thread? Did you feel it?" "Of course I felt it, you twit. What did you expect? We didn't have medicine that stopped pain, and even if we did, father wouldn't have used it." "That's kinda harsh." Tony admitted.

"Well, um." Tony tried to come up with something even worse. "I was an only child!" "I had an older brother!" "Touché." Tony says. "Thor was so annoying. It was always about him. He just had to get his way." Loki huffed and folded his arms. Tony sighed and gave a sad smile.

"I can't believe we're arguing over who had the worst childhood. For most people it's the other way around." Tony realized. "You're the Norse god of mischief, right?" "Correct." "What exactly does a god of mischief do?" Tony asked. "What does it sound like? Running around all day playing tricks on everyone." Loki wiggled his fingers at Tony, like he was doing magic or something. He smiled with the memories.

"That sounds like fun." "You bet." Loki grinned his devil grin at Stark. No one liked that smile. "Oh, I'm screwed." Tony realized. "You bet."

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The next morning, Tony went down to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. He never cooks for Loki, and vice versa. Loki can get his own food.

He put his bread in the toaster, and went to the pantry to get some peanut butter.

As he entered the pantry, he found what he was looking for, and then some.

All the shelves of all the walls were lined with hundreds of jars of peanut butter. Crunchy, creamy, every brand, even almond and walnut butter.

Tony gaped at the sight.

"LOKI!"

A moment later a head popped into the pantry. "Yes?" He could barely contain a smile. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Loki'd!"

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