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All legal dialogue aside; Hello. It's been a long while since I wrote anything. Mainly due to the fact that I'm a full fledged adult in their mid 20's that tends to procrastinate and have hardly any access to internet, I've decided that it was time to try again. This story is a request from one of my friend's siblings. I do eventually intend to go back and work on fics such as Atypical Amity, but at the moment this will have to suffice.

-Ciao

CHAPTER ONE

INSPIRATION

"Hey Reindeer Games?"Tony Stark laughed casually in a way that Loki has simply known the Man of Iron to be.

Annoying.

The God of Lies rolled his eyes from his station at the kitchen table in the hideous building dubbed solely as Stark Tower. These were the days that he loathed the fact that Odin had thought it best that he, a millennia old god, be watched after by the Avengers like some naughty child.

The brunette chided again in a slightly irritated tone, "Are you even listening to me?"

Just to show his unwillingness to comply to any mortals demands Loki was severally tempted to keep ignoring the smaller man that now stood nearly over top of him giving a pathetic grimace in an old oiled stained shirt.

"What is it, Stark?"

The simple question made a bit of tension leak out the inventor's taut shoulders and a mischievous smile tint his debonair features. Seeing Loki's annoyed face he decided to push on with his plan. Picking up a DVD case he looked back at Loki's furrowed brows and cup of now cold tea clasped in his hands and quickly prepared his next few words. Times like these he wished that Loki was as easily entertained with pop culture as easily as Thor was.

"Well," Tony drawled lightly."I was going to have a movie night with everyone as a 'let's chillax from superheroing' kinda thing, but-"

"You want me to leave? Is that it Stark?"

Loki's quick interruption startled the slightly fumbling man. Damn, he hated trying to be nice to God's. Pepper and Natasha nearly broke his arm trying to wrangle him into being nice and inviting Loki into their inner circle without being a total dick. Hell, just asking him to watch a movie with the team felt like a chore. The sharp green accusing eyes staring at the brunette began to glower. Fuck, he didn't need him pissy. Especially since everyone was coming over in under an hour.

"No. I wanted you to watch it with us."

Tony picked at a mysterious stain on his Pantera shirt and hoped to hell he wouldn't have to go get his suit because a particular god was having a hissy fit. Loki sat there in quiet perception for a long moment. Long enough to make the small man take a deep breath and try to plot his next few words. What was the Man of Iron trying to do? Loki glanced sideways at the piece of hard plastic still clasped in the oil stained hands of the inventor. The words Pirates of the Caribbean stood out in gold lettering as well did the image of man wearing classic pirate attire, dreadlocks, and darkly lined eyes smiling tartly on the cover. It did look a bit interesting.

"Perhaps…." Loki muttered as he swept a hand through his longish hair.

The God bit back a bitter remark when Starks face lit up like a child at Christmas. Maybe his curiosity of this film was getting to his better judgment. In truth, Loki rather liked some films and television shows, but loathed to let anyone, especially Stark know of this. It was rather embarrassing to force the voice built into the Man of Iron's home to keep its silence in his interests. Honestly, he was a bit surprised when the voice recommended a few things for him to watch. Things like Supernatural, Game of Thrones, and Law and Order. Much of the rest he learned was being stuck in Lady Jane's home during his forcible caretaking by Thor. He remembered Lady Darcy referring to it as "his weekend", much like a divorced couple sharing custody of a child.

Loki soon learned that like a divorced couple, he was to be left with a babysitter; AKA Darcy Lewis whenever Thor thought it appropriate to run off on a date with his dear Jane. From there and with the same threat of silence, Darcy introduced him to things like Jurassic Park, The Mummy, and Transformers. There were other things she had shown him in her time watching after him, but he'd rather not it get out that he had learned what Facebook was or that he had recently learned how to operate a Playstation.

"I may as well see how Midgard regards its entertainment," The God continued as if he didn't miss a beat,"I don't expect much, mind you."

Loki watched Starks face twitch with what he recognized as irritation before the smaller man turned away and walked into the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets for some popcorn. Not soon after their conversation together, Loki found himself wedged onto a large couch next to his adoptive brother and a very jovial Darcy whispering to an eager Hawkeye. The two muttered how good this movie was in puns, but how the others hadn't had time in their busy schedules to see a movie that had come out years prior. It was a travesty. The dark haired god carefully schooled his features when the film had started and ended up agreeing with his babysitter. The characters charisma and jovial antics nearly made him smile, but it also made him think.

Is there something in that time of Midgard that would truly be this entertaining? The thought made a small plan come into his mind. Perhaps he needed a vacation from the metaphorical prison Odin and the Avengers have put him in?