A/N: Hey there guys! So I wrote his fic kind of late, but I think it still passes for good. I had always wanted to read a fic in which Loki was a girl, and I could find any so I created my own! Just a little fyi, this fic is going to seems kind of sexist at first, but I was trying to base it on the way Loki and an ancient culture might perceive women. I hope I got Stark's character right; his brand of humor is so unique and quirky it's hard to replicate. If you have any advice about him for me, I'm all ears. Oh, and if you happen to know of any other Avengers Loki or Stark genderswap fics, let me know, because I'd love to check them out! This fic was also supposed to have horizontal line breaks in it, but wouldn't recognize them. So instead it will simply say (LINEBREAK). Also, please forgive any typos, as I am horrible at finding them! So, without further ado, enjoy!

Disclaimer- I do not own Loki or any of the Avengers, and neither do I own the cover picture for this fic. I claim only this original storyline.

Loki.

The soft, sweet feminine voice pierced Loki's not so peaceful dream. It had been about two weeks since his apocalyptic showdown with the Avengers, and he still could not sleep peacefully. It was not the hard floor, his training as a prince in a land of warriors had proven that he could sleep anywhere. Still, the thought have the Avengers hunting him, of being caught at any moment kept him from falling in a restful sleep.

Loki.

That annoying voice prodded his thoughts again. He sensed himself frown and shift in his sleep. How dare someone try to violate what little form of sleep he could achieve? Somehow he managed to summon his magic and shove back against the voice in his head without waking up, the way a sleeping mortal would swat away a tickle.

Loki Laufeyson. You cannot shut me out. I am here to give you your punishment from Asgard.

Even though he was asleep, Loki still recognized those words and their meaning. He pushed against his mind, willing himself to wake up from his sleep.

It is no use Laufeyson. This is a punishment one does not want to be awake for.

Awful pictures of torture and gruesome transfigurations popped into his mind. Still, the god felt certain he could handle it. He had, after all, endured the Avengers repeated beatings.

You have displayed the most violent traits of man, Loki. In an attempt to conquer a world that was not meant to be yours; you intend to kill and distort the very souls of mankind. Your very physical presence is corrupt with what you have done. Your body knows no gentleness, no tenderness.

So it will be changed to form more suited to grace and kindness, as a way of giving you a second chance. You will not find this pleasant, but be warned Loki Laufeyson; this is the only chance you will get. You must show us a being that is the opposite of what you are now, or face the ultimate abyss.

This is your challenge Loki.

With that final message, Loki felt the presence leave his mind. It did not, however, leave his body. A tingling sensation was just starting to build up around him when the presence gently prodded him in a deep, senseless sleep.

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Loki awoke with a groan. His head was pounding and his entire body felt sore and violated. Anger rushed into him. How dare that woman push her way into his sleep? More importantly, what did she mean that he would have a change of body? He felt the same way he always had; no tusks or whiskers.

He brushed his hands off on his chest, and then froze. He couldn't be feeling what he thought he was feeling, right? Loki looked down to see his hands cupping two nicely sized breasts. Panic rushed threw him, followed swiftly by more anger. This was no punishment, his was a joke! What gave that she-witch the right to change his masculine form to that of lowly women?

A growl rumbled out of Loki's throat. Even though he knew the answer, he had to confirm the change was complete. He stood up swiftly, and in one deft movement yanked his pants down.

By all the gods, he was not going to let them get away with this.

He, she, yanked her pants back up abruptly. Picking a stone up off the ground off the ground, she threw it at the cavern wall with a scream. Her hands swiftly flew to her mouth when she heard the delicately female voice. This disturbed her more than she was willing to admit.

Mind racing, Loki thought of her possibilities to get out of this. She knew without trying, even though she certainly would later, that her own magic would not be strong enough to undo this curse done by another god. She certainly did not know what that infuriating voice had meant by showing that this form could display traits opposite of the other. Well, she snorted, beside physical traits. Lastly, she couldn't contact Asguard, as that channel was closed to her. But she did know one who could.

Loki groaned and rubbed her temple in frustration. After all these weeks of running, looks like she was going to have to come marching up to the Avengers front door.

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Loki had been clothed only in the suit he wore under her amour, which now was uncomfortable snug in certain places, and too loose in others. She ran her hand down it, manipulating the fabric so that it twisted to fit to her body the way her old one had. She eyed her amour warily. She didn't even want to think about how awkwardly that would hang on her body, but she was not going to visit the Avengers in practically nothing but a skin-tight suit. She slid the pieces onto her body, changing them as quickly as she could to fit her new body structure. Something shiny caught her eyes. She picked up her horned helmet with one hand. Grimacing, she slipping it onto her head, where the top promptly slipped down over her eyes. Disgusted, she whipped it off and flung it into a corner. She couldn't bear to transform it as well. Enough had changed as it was.

She reached for her scepter, which felt larger in her hand, and gripped it tightly.

Well, Loki thought with a wry smile, let's go see what the Avengers think about my new form, shall we?

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Loki landed on a dirty sidewalk corner in New York City less than a second after he had blinked out of the cave. Speed was one of the many endless benefits of teleportation. Looming over head was the famous Avengers tower. Perhaps it was just the new form, but it had never looked so daunting before. Or maybe it was just the fact that this time Loki was here to ask for the inhabitants for help rather than attempt to kill them.

Loki boldly crossed the street ignoring the honking car horns. Her gaze was firmly set on the tower. She felt like if she was distracted from her task, she would lose her nerve. Lose her nerve? Since when did Loki Laufayson need more than her cold intellect to do anything?

Loki stopped at the sidewalk to front of the building. She could practically feel all of Stark's highly advanced camera swinging around to look at him. Unconsciously, she braced herself for a horde of Avengers to come barreling out of the building towards her ready to fight, before she remembered her new form. She chuckled darkly. This could by a new form of fun for the Trickster god. Stepping up to the door, she smoothly pressed the doorbell and waited.

The door opened suddenly to reveal Tony Stark lounging in the frame.

"Well," he started, eyes sweeping up and down her form. Loki restrained her anger at bring appraised by the mortal man.

"I have to say, you must be a sucker for details. You got all the pieces right, down to the staff. But don't you think you're roleplaying the wrong character to be showing up here? With all the heavy body contact we do, it could be dangerous." Stark said with one of his trademark smirks.

Loki was momentarily stunned. She had expected them to not recognize her, but what was he?- was he?- flirting with her?

"I would cease with this ridiculous attempt at a mating ritual, Tony Stark, before you regret it." Loki growled, before pausing at the sound of his own voice. He had heard the girlish scream in the cave, but it had not prepared him for what her words would sound like. It sounded like his own voice, only a few octaves higher and more feminine.

"Whoa, you really get into character. You do realize you're the wrong gender for the part, right?" Tony said.

Loki pushed down his frustration at Stark's ignorance. Of course, he couldn't possible have any clue what had happened, and Loki did not intend to reveal it to him right now.

"Let me in Stark. I wish to speak to my brother." Loki responded, losing patience.

"Okay, I think someone has a little too much of a villain complex. Whatever deep psychological issue you have, trust me, it's not worse than Loki's." Tony said, now looking a Loki like he was out of his mind.

"I do not have time for this!" Loki said, embarrassment and frustration bring him to the breaking point. He lifted his staff and leveled it at Stark's chest. He barely had a moment to register what was happening before a flash a green magic blasted him and sent him flying backwards.

Loki stepped through the doorway and shut it behind him. Stark groaned and lifted his head up from the pile of rubble. Even groggy, he looked at Loki with a new kind of shock in his eyes.

"So maybe not roleplaying. But I've got to say, this new costume really isn't you. For one it's much too pretty." Tony said, a hand cradling head.

Loki could see Stark's eyes racing for possible ways to fight her, since he did not have his suit with him. His taunts were merely a way a distracting her. Loki sighed, and pointed her staff down. As much as she wanted to settle the score with the Avenger, now was not the time.

"Calm yourself, Stark. I did that only to prove my identity. I did not come here to pick a fight, but to speak to my brother, as I said."

Tony stood up and approached her warily. Face to face, Stark's eyes roved over her form with a new assessment, one of disbelief rather than attraction.

"Since you're willing to play nice, I'm guessing the switch from Ken to Barbie wasn't really your choice?" Tony said, his voice slipping into one of more scientific curiosity then fear. Loki could not forget that his man, while rather crude in this advances, was still an astounding engineer and scientist.

Loki glared at him. As if this was not already bad enough, he had to taunt him with Midgaurdian references he knew nothing about.

"I do not know what you are trying to say, but yes; I did not take this form voluntarily." She said reluctantly.

"Well, let's go introduce the new you to the rest of the playhouse, doll." Stark said, turning back towards the miraculously unruined elevator.

Loki remind herself that she could not slay his man while she still need her help. Besides, she suspected he might have some sort of unknown power over it, as the strangest tingling sensation crawled over her body as she watched Tony Stark walk to the elevator.