"F is for friends who do stuff together!" There was an audible groan of pain and torment as the older demi-god began to sing along to the prancing, annoyingly optimistic yellow sponge on the screen. For the third time that day. The younger demi-god shrunk back into the couch, trying to hide from the embarrassment which was his brother, singing along with a kids cartoon.

"U is for you and me!" Could it possibly get any worse? Loki had begun to wish he'd picked eternal imprisonment, for nothing could be worse than his imbecilic elder brother belting out the most ridiculously catchy tune at the top of his voice, echoing throughout the room. Maybe if he smashed the moving-photo-box…

"N is for anywhere and anytime at all, down here in the deep blue sea!" Loki was more than certain he could hear the cocky laughter of that billionaire jackass from behind him. It wouldn't surprise him either: Tony was a complete twat in Loki's books, who enjoyed mocking others at their own expense. Not that it would've mattered if it was at an expense: Loki knew for a fact Tony had more money than brains, and that was saying something. He was particularly intelligent for a mortal.

The dreadful singing finally died down, and an idea began to formulate within the trickster's mind, a small, tell-tale smile gracing his lips as the music continued, grating on his nerves. If Thor could express his definition of fun so explicitly, then why couldn't Loki? The cheeky smile only grew in anticipation for the frolicking creatures to begin their melody. And the moment their mouths opened…

"F is for fire that burns down the whole town!" Thor's originally innocent smile turned into one of horror as he heard his brother defacing the lyrics of a song he loved so dearly. The expression of Thor's face was merely fuel for Loki to continue, a highly amusing spectacle for the trickster indeed, one of which he derived his own strange strand of happiness from.

"U is for uranium!" Petty little mortal bombs. They made these bombs for 'self-defence', yet the destructive power of them was pathetic compared to the weaponry Loki had come across in his time. Still, they could always make pretty fireworks for his return, or maybe threats to pathetic, rebelling worlds.

"N is for no survivors at all, when I take over –"

"LOKI!" Thor cried out, his voice laced with distress, his face a spectacle of mass amusement for Loki, the trickster god. "That's not what fun is about!" A cheeky smirk graced his lips once more, and Loki sank back into the sofa, content with his mischievous, slightly-but-not-really-chaotic doing for the day, and left his brother rather traumatised for the rest of the moving picture.