Hello there! Welcome to The Force of Mischief. I'm Maralexa, and I will be your narrator today. ;) I've been known for my two Star Wars fanfics, so I decided to shake it up and do a Crossover. Recently, I watched Thor and Avengers and loved them both. I've fallen in love with the character Loki, so I figured I'd do a fic on him. If you want to see more of my work, check out my profile and you'll find The Portal of Destiny and Pwning and Gaming, two successful fanfics of mine. Well, I'll shut up now. Hope you enjoy! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Review and you'll be my best friend forever.

Silence and stillness had fallen over Asgard. This was a time of peace, and the usual hustle and bustle was silenced. Young Thor, who had slept soundly up to this point, opened his eyes and glanced around. He wasn't sure what had awoken him until he felt a familiar feeling in his gut. A change in the wind, perhaps? No, this was different. He'd felt this so many times that it should have been second nature to him, but he was so tired and disoriented that he couldn't identify it properly. It wasn't threatening, but it had the trace of something out of place. He closed his eyes and focused on what could possibly be keeping him up and why no one else felt this disturbance.

The silence continued while Thor tried to pinpoint what exactly was intruding on this quiet night. There was…impatience, for lack of a better word. He could feel it in the air. He could not hear anything, but the gut feeling was there. Kind of a nervous energy combined with restless edginess. Thor was beginning to get a sense of what it was.

Loki was bored.

Muffled footsteps and a closing door nearby interrupted his thoughts. Someone was up, and Thor knew immediately who.

He jumped out of bed and crept to the door. He opened it silently and poked his head out. To his left, he saw his brother's retreating back. Careful not to be heard, Thor slipped out of his room and followed. Loki stopped and looked around, giving Thor a chance to get right behind him.

"Really, Loki," he said, reaching forward to grab his brother's shoulder, intending to scare him. "Is now really the time to—" Thor froze midsentence as his hand went right through Loki. He sprang backward, startled.

Laughter broke out behind him. A young boy with dark hair and green eyes stepped out from behind a pillar. "Like it?" he asked, grinning.

"Loki!" Thor took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart.

Loki crossed over to join his brother. "That's what you get for sneaking up on me," he said accusingly.

"You shouldn't be out here in the first place," Thor responded.

Loki shrugged. "I'm not supposed to be doing a lot of things. Has that ever stopped me? Really, I thought you knew me better than that."

He had a point. An involuntary smile spread across Thor's face. "Well if you get caught, you're not blaming it on me."

Loki's smile vanished. "You know that Father wouldn't believe me even if I did blame it on you."

"Well, considering I didn't do anything…"

Loki let the smile return, though it was forced this time. "Yet."

Thor laughed. "What's the plan?"

Loki's grin widened. "I thought you'd never ask."

The two boys wandered around for awhile, talking in hushed voices. "Where are we going?" Thor asked.

Loki wasn't entirely sure. He usually had a plan, but this time he was drawing a blank. Tricks were second nature to him but, for once, he couldn't think of any. "Maybe you should come up with something for once," he said, trying to hide his uncertainty.

"No way. That's your job."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Just so I can take all the heat again."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault you were caught," Thor said matter-of-factly. "You weren't careful."

"I'm always careful! The only times I get caught are when you are with me. You never get punished for anything!"

"Wait."

"No, seriously, I need to—" Loki objected, trying to continue. Thor slipped a hand over his brother's mouth, silencing him. Loki tried to push him off, but Thor's eyes were on something else.

"What are you boys doing?"

Loki pried Thor's hand off his mouth. "Erm…hello, Heimdall. What are you doing so close to Asgard?"

Heimdall's expression was cool when he said, "What are you doing on Bifrost?"

Loki and Thor looked around, suddenly aware of their surroundings. Exchanging sheepish glances, they started to walk away.

"Should you be up at this time?" Heimdall inquired.

"We…couldn't sleep," Thor said. "We were just walking. Sorry for bothering you."

The guardian sighed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were up to something."

"Who, us?" Loki asked innocently.

"Come on, Loki," Thor said hastily. "Let's get out of here."

The brothers ran off, suddenly in a hurry to get back to their beds. If Odin found them, Loki thought, he would take all the blame. When they reached Asgard, Thor kept running, but Loki stopped. Something didn't feel right.

"Thor, wait!" he called. His brother did not hear him. Shrugging, Loki turned back to see if he could figure out what was making him feel uneasy. There was nothing, so he picked up a rock, and…wait. Why was there a rock on Bifrost? Loki was unsure what to make of this, so he kept walking, rock in hand. As he walked, he started to feel a bit dizzy. The rock was heating up. Loki tried to let go of it but, for some reason, his hand was glued to it. "What kind of trick is this?" His vision was fading. Everything went blurry, and then there was darkness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, nor do I own the "Ian is Bored" reference.