Yeah, this is a really random story. I've always wondered what would happen if a character met their fangirls. This takes place sometime after The Avengers movie.

And I'm only going to say this once:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Avengers, Loki, or any Marvel characters, just the fangirls I make up. So don't come pelting me with lawyers.

Loki walked casually down the street, shooting a creepy grin at passersby now and then. Odin had given him a pretty lenient punishment, given the circumstances. He'd managed to gain some time on parole, and by golly if he wasn't going to enjoy it. A few people gave his hair some second glances, and more than one edged away upon seeing his smile, but they didn't seem to recognize him. Amazing, he thought. Mortals have such a fantastic ability to forget what happened only a short while ago. They have rebuilt the city, though, I see.

Loki's thoughts were interrupted by giggling. He looked around, wondering what it was. A few teenage girls were chattering as they walked by, nothing more. He shrugged and continued his walk, adding a little spring to his step to make his smile even more cheerfully creepy and sadistic. He noted that the Stark tower still hadn't repaired the other letters, and the "A" still clung to it as a disturbing reminder of getting smashed by the Hulk. Loki winced at the memory. There was nothing for it, though. He'd promised Odin he'd try and talk peacefully to them, and he still hadn't gotten that drink Tony offered him.


Loki sat in the waiting room, unused to following people's orders. A young lady was staring at him from her chair with an intent, evaluating expression. He fidgeted and tried to ignore her gaze, which was starting to bother him.

"Are those contacts?" she finally spoke, referring to his brilliant green eyes.

"Um, no," Loki discreetly edged to one side of his chair, as if the minute distance would help. "They're my natural eye color."

"Interesting..." the lady paused, whipped out her phone, and sent a rapid-fire text. After waiting a few minutes, there was an answering "ding" as whoever it was responded. From where Loki was sitting, it looked like some sort of picture. The lady looked down at the phone, and then back at Loki. The god of mischief didn't like where this silent exchange was going. Had some humans not forgotten what happened?

The lady abruptly got up, giggled something under her breath, and went out the door. Loki froze. If he'd heard correctly, this young person had just whispered, "Oh my god it's Loki!" He made to run for the door, but at that moment the secretary announced, "Mr. Stark will see you now, Mr. Key." There was nothing for it but to face Ironman.


"Oh, it's you," Tony swiveled around from where he had been marching forward to shake hands and headed in the opposite direction.

"Miss me?" Loki asked half-heartedly. The encounter with the girl was still upsetting him.

"Not particularly, although I have to say it's a lot quieter now and not nearly as interesting," Tony inspected some bottles behind the bar. "I'm happy to see that you aren't wearing the reindeer suit today. Drink?"

"Yes...please," Loki attempted politeness. By the expression Tony gave him before pouring something, it wasn't working.

"I was under the impression that you weren't going to be coming back," Tony pushed the glass over to him, and Loki picked it up tentatively.

"Well, Odin saw a little sense in me being mad at him a while back, that kind of thing," he answered nervously.

"This isn't like you at all. I haven't seen you smile once. And you've got a fantastic evil grin you could be putting to good use," Tony glanced at him curiously.

"There was a strange mor-strange girl in the waiting room. I think she knows who I am," Loki glanced out of the window, eyes flitting over the crowds of people traversing the streets.

Tony sighed. "You may as well put on the antlers, because things are about to get rough." He walked over to where his Ironman suit was kept and put it on. Loki backed away, and his helmet and armor materialized as a protective reflex. "Relax, I'm not talking about fighting you," Tony gestured down at the street. "I'm talking about them."


A short private elevator ride later (complete with extremely long awkward silence), Loki and Ironman emerged on the street, to the audience of an earthquake. "What is that?" Loki looked around. The rumbling seemed to be coming from above ground, like a stampede.

"Fangirls," Ironman replied.

"What...are fangirls?" Loki didn't like the ominous way he said the word.

Around the corner came a massive group of people, 99.9% of which were of the female inclination. They traveled in one mass, all screaming one word. Or name, rather.

"LOOOOOOOKIIIIIIII!"

"AAAAAAAH!" Loki turned and ran as fast as he possibly could down the street. Ironman looked on with amusement as the sea of girls parted around him as if he were a streetlamp or mildly annoying obstacle and surged forward.

"LOOKII! LOKI! Do you like cats?"

"Loki, will you marry me?"

"I LOVE YOU LOOKII!"

"Can you smile, please please pleeeeease!"

"Do you know Tom Hiddleston?"

"LOOKII READ THIS LOVE NOTE!"

"LOKI I WROTE A FANFICTION ABOUT YOU!"

"YAAAAAAAARRGHHH!" Loki looked over his shoulder and ran even faster, not caring what in all of Niffleheim, Asgard, and Valhalla he looked like. His only hope was that he could outrun ten thousand highly excited girls before his supernatural stamina gave out.

Might do something else with this one-shot, might not. I might turn it into a proper fanfiction story. Please read and review!