I'm excited to be posting my new fanfic series, Loki Trouble! Please bear with me and the incredibly short prologue—the chapters will be much longer, and questions will be answered.
The Avengers and all of the characters included do not belong to me, but the wonderful Marvel.
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The Avengers were having a rough day. It started out like any other—the occasional hangout, and a box of Dunkin' Donuts for Tony—and ultimately led up to undesirable happenings. As much as the team missed Thor, they sure didn't expect to see him so soon, especially after his younger brother's attempt to 'exterminate man-kind'.
The Norse God makes a delightful entrance through a swirl thunder and Tony's ceiling. Clint, Natasha, Bruce, Steve and Tony all look up, their eyes stretched wide and bodies tense with shock as debrief rains down in thick, dusty tendrils. He pauses and looks up, expecting a fair greeting. All is silent but the hanging of jaws.
"My friends," he grins, opening his massive arms to embrace. There's an urgency to his stance, but he is relatively glad to have returned, thus forces upon delight. Silence. "It has been a great while."
Tony regains composure. He strides forward, rubbing away a patch of glazed sprinkles from his unshaved cheek, and blinks from the previous Avenger to the gaping hole on his million-dollar home. "Thor? What are you—Natasha, put the gun away." She doesn't. "Natasha. We are not being attacked. It's Thor. Put the gun away." Slowly, the red-head slips an ivory pistol back into her boot, still tense and prepared to launch herself into battle at any moment.
"Sorry," she grumbles, "But the last time a god came crashing through the ceiling, he was attempting to slaughter us and demolish New York City." The others nod, and Clint absentmindedly brushes off his shoulders. It has been a good while since the Avengers defense, but Loki's antics forever put the Earth on edge and forged the team to companionship. Thor, on the other hand, had departed back to Asgard with his troublesome brother.
Thor grimaces. Tony sends him a questionable glance and crosses his arms, immediately getting the sense something is wrong. He knows that look all too well. "Thor. Why the hell are you here? Even more so, standing in a pile of what used to be my roof?"
"I wanted to make an entrance, my friend. Have you forgotten of our compatibility, and the past months following?" Tony scowls, as if to say, God or not, you're paying for the damages. "Yes, of course. You desire my fateful news, I presume."
"Fateful?" Banner echoes, laying a stack of research papers on the coffee table beside him. He appears relatively calm for a man capable of mass destruction, and Tony notes this with relief. "Thor…does Fury know you're here?"
"Obviously not," Clint snorts, "And I don't think he would be delighted, either."
"If I could have a word," sighs the immortal, exasperated. Tony gestures for the team to cease their chatter and nods for him to continue. "I am afraid…that I am not the only Asgardian to return to your planet."
The temperature drops, and suddenly, Tony finds himself unable to breath. "What do you mean by that?"
"I believe you're insufferable mind has created a fair picture, has it not?"
Natasha's hands are back on the gun, only now, it's pointed at another emerging figure. The newcomer lands softly amongst Thor's 'entrance', grinning maliciously. Sleek black hair and dancing robes greet the Avenger team, and Thor raises his inseparable hammer, Mjölner, as Tony attempts to hide the horror that has perched in his chest.
The 'man' standing before them is none other than the God of Mischief, and he bears a dangerous proposition.