It had been a couple of months since you had first resided in Stark tower, the reason being that you were quite good friends with Tony Stark. That and recently he just happened to burn down your house. He burnt down your entire house with one of his stupid suits, which said building was currently being rebuilt.

Your time living here had betrothed to you whom you would now refer to be your closest friends, such as Thor, Natasha, Bruce and evenLoki. To be honest you were quite great friends with them all.

As you had seen them all in action when they were on television preventing Loki from blowing up New York, you vowed to yourself to neverget on their bad sides. And it was going pretty great!

Until this morning...

"(Y/N)!" Tony yelled practically breaking every bone in your body as he jumped on you. Great. Just great. The one morning you get to have a lie in and it's ruined by this loser.

"Geth lotst." you replied as you shoved your face even further into your pillow.

"But I finally finished my mark 34!" He enthused with the excitement of a six year old boy. For all you knew he was one. "You need to come see this!" He wasn't going to give up until you had climbed out of bed and you knew that. But this bed is so damn comfy. "And no one else will pay attention to me..." He tried to play your sympathy card but there was no way in hell that was happening.

"Leafe me alowne." you whined into your pillow once more.

He toned down his excitement a little and put on a straight face, not that you could actually see it."I think you and I both know that it's easier for you to just get up now." He replied straightforwardly.

You groaned in response, reluctant to get up, but decided that you wouldn't be able to sleep now anyway. "Uhh fine, what time is it?" You asked him as you sat up in bed.

"Three o'cloc-" You threw your pillow in his face to shut him up. You were not happy. Not happy at all.

"Get out."

"Bu-"

"Get out!"

~~~~~

Later that morning, when you had woken up on your own behalf, you felt really groggy and grumpy, blaming Tony for his actions this morning. You did not want anyone else bothering you, you were not in the mood.

You couldn't think straight due to the hours you'd spent awake trying to get back to sleep.

You stumbled into the kitchen and opened one of the cupboard doors.

"My, my that's a gorgeous appearance." You heard Loki snicker from the door way.

"Shut up." You grumbled only just noticing your disheveled appearance from your reflection in the window. Still in your pajamas, your hair a bird's nest and your face dull and plain. You couldn't really care less about it though. As a result of Tony's actions everyone else was going to pay and have to deal with your grumpiness.

"(Y/N) yo-"

You cut him off with a glare that bore the words 'What did I just say?' right into that nonexistent soul of his, not thinking before you opened the box you had oh so cleverly taken from the cupboard.

"Tho-"

You proceeded to eat your snack before interrupting him once more, growing irritated at his persistence, "What is so goddamn life threatening that you won't leave me alone?" You growled.

"Those are Thor's pop-tarts." He explained with a slight smirk on his face.

You immediately froze before slowly lowering your head to stare down at the sugar-coated treats. "Crap..." You muttered.

Instantly throwing your grumpiness aside you began to imagine what crazy tortures Thor would come up with, yes he was soft but he wouldn't allow anyone to touch them and get away with it. You heard that he snapped Clint's bow once. And Clint's bow is like a wife to him. Reminiscing back to those times, you gulped, terrified. "I don't want to die..."

"Loki please help." You looked at him with pleading eyes and regret.

"Why should I after how rude you just treated me?" He raised an eyebrow trying to challenge your intellectual capacity.

"Because if you don't, who's Thor going to believe? Me or you when I tell him that you were in on it?" You responded with a straight face.

"But I wasn- You're trying to threaten me..." He realised with slight surprise and happiness in his tone, glad that you were learning.

"Trying?" You asked with a forced grin. "Or succeeding?"

~~~~~

After that ordeal you and Loki both headed to his room while you were devising a plan. You came up with many theories but only one of them was logically possible.

As the door came to a close behind you, you decided to explain your master plan to Loki. "So I was thinking that you could create a fake box of pop-tarts with your magic while I run to the shop to buy him some mor-"

"Too complicated. And it has a loophole, what if he wants one whilst you're gone?" He replied monotonously.

"Alright then Mr Wise Guy, what's your big idea?" You asked, not expecting him to have one.

Loki didn't reply, he just raised his hand as a bright yet faint green light emitted from it. A small piece of paper appeared before he struck it onto the front of the pop-tart box and with a simple wave of his hand it teleported away. You were confused, not knowing what he had done nor how it would help.

"What did you do?" You questioned, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"I wrote a note. Would you like to hear it?" He smirked and you nodded slowly, still not quite understanding. He cleared his throat before beginning, "'Dear Thor, I regret to inform you that when I walked into the kitchen this morning I caught none other than Clint Barton eating your pop-tarts, I tried to stop him but to no avail. If you would like to see him about said matter I believe he is in the training room. - Signed (Y/N) (L/N)'" He recited from memory in the form of a dramatic speech.

"You really think this'll work?" You giggled a little at the way too detailed message thinking 'Wouldn't 'Clint ate your pop-tarts.' have done the job? 'You weren't quite sure whether Thor would believe it or what would happen once Clint found out about what you and Loki had done.

"Of course it'll work." He sounded inappreciably insulted by your doubt.

You were still skeptical about his idea but all doubt about his statement faded in an instant when you heard Thor shouting "CLINT!" at the top of his lungs whilst chasing said hawk down the corridor.

You could just about make out a small whimper from Clint "I didn't do anything!"

You felt kind of bad for him but, better him than you am I right?

You heaved a huge sigh of relief with a grin on your face as you ran to Loki kissing him right on the mouth, rough but short. "My hero." You laughed before running out of the door. "And thank you!"

Loki stood flustered, bewildered and sexually confused for the next half-hour.