Featuring the Asgardians as children, and of course…LOKIIIII! ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN…
MWAHAHAHAA!
A small figure raced through Asgard's vast halls, a mere blur of laughing green. Similar, slower blurs, consisting of brown, gold, red, and silver, followed behind, panting and shouting. Loki grinned gleefully and ran on ahead, an insanity-inducing laugh tearing its way from his lips as guards hurried out of his way.
The less gleeful, more exhausted, other children; Thor, Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, and Sif, were slowly tiring from chasing the mischievous godling. Volstagg took up the rear, his ample frame bouncing when he tripped and fell. Fandral laughed as Volstagg started to roll along the floor. Sif rolled her eyes at the rest and led the charge, but even she was beginning to feel the limits of her strength.
Just as they were about to call off the chase, Loki stopped abruptly and turned towards them, smiling impishly. He bore a striking resemblance to a devious will-o'-wisp.
"Come on! Let's get him!" Sif yelled, streaking ahead. The figure in front of her didn't move, but for a second, she could've sworn that he flickered.
Sif was two inches away.
With an innocent wave, Loki disappeared into thin air.
"We should have seen that coming," groaned Volstagg as he slowly rolled out of sight.
Yes, you should have. A playful voice whispered before fading away.
Loki hurtled through the ether, floating on stardust and whirling through shadows. Blinding light and color streaked past and slowed. For a moment, everything was still, suspended in nothingness like droplets of dew in the sun. An abyss lurked below like an inky black ocean, beckoning with promises of soft madness and gentle nightmares.
Loki considered the notion as the blackness purred like a kitten. He could fall into the velvety void. How simple it would be to just let go.
Then he remembered his pop-tarts.
With a flash and a jolt, he subdued the magic and rode its wave, the darkness giving way to color and form, slowly shaping into his destination.
With a theatrical puff of green smoke, Loki appeared in his room.
"Honey, I'm home." He said aloud into the empty bedroom, chuckling.
The high ceiling held the green drapery above his way-bigger-than-it-should-be-bed. One of the dark wooden frames was uniquely carved, featuring a snarling, twisted serpent, the hairy form of a giant wolf, and a rearing horse with eight legs. Loki ran his hands over the carvings; the wood was still soft from when he had carved it yesterday.
He looked around; everything seemed to be in order. It was a clean, open room. The layers of near invisible traps he'd laid for potential imposters seemed untouched. He sighed in relief and bent down to peer into the shifting shadows under the bed.
A large hole gaped in the floor, descending into empty darkness.
The pop-tarts were gone.
Thor and co. were in Thor's room, a striking contrast from Loki's clean and orderly palace. Several red blankets were strung about randomly, and the bedsheets were a tangled into a spider's web. The godlings were sprinkled around the room, dangling from bedposts, sprawled out across the floor, and other various attitudes that expressed; well, this stinks.
Thor, on the other hand, was quite cheerful, as was his puppyish nature. He noticed the sag in his companions' demeanor, and he grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. He reached for the box behind him.
"Friends, there is no need to mope about. I have-" he was suddenly cut off by a loud, moaning wail.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Screamed the voice, tapering higher until it was little more than the yowl of a wounded cat.
Loki appeared in the middle of the room.
He grinned at Thor, a hint of I'm-about-to-lose-it-ness in his eyes.
"Brother," he crooned, "Where are…MY POPTARTS!?"
Thor gaped; he could have sworn that Loki would never find the huge tunnel he'd dug under his bed. Surely he had forgotten about the goodies, and wasn't hiding them at all! He reached behind him and held out the box, feeling put out that his oh-so-devious plan hadn't worked. Well, he supposed, at least he'd gotten to snack on a few. Loki grabbed the box and cradled it in his arms, a scene of cat-like bliss on his face. Suddenly his nose twitched. Something was wrong.
He carefully opened the top of the box, sniffed the air, and peered inside.
A few pink crumbs sprinkled the empty box.
Loki smiled, a Cheshire-cat-like grin that belied anything but happiness. He slowly held out the box to Volstagg, who was on his knees at the smell of the crumbs, and crumpled it into a gnarled heap when it was mere inches from his nose, letting it fall to the floor. His crushing gaze remained on Thor.
"Brother, did you eat them?" His tone was unnaturally smooth, a candy-coated river that rolled effortlessly off his silver tongue.
Thor did his best to look shocked, widening his eyes at the accusation. "No, brother! I would never dream of such a thing!"
The façade of calmness drooped, in its place a Garfield-like expression of boredom.
"How did they taste?"
Thor smiled at the memory of the many, many sugary, pink calories that he'd eaten. He remembered the heaven he'd been in while he'd carelessly scarfed down the nums. The crunchiness, the sweetness, the nyan-cat-ness, it was too much.
"They were gooood." He sighed, very nearly drooling.
Works every time.
Loki's boiling rage contorted his features as it spilled over and flooded the room with fire. Sif and The Warriors Three carefully stepped away.
"YOU ATE THEM!? YOU FEIND! HOW DARE YOU EAT THE ONLY SCRAP OF HEAVENLY MIDGARDIAN FOOD IN ASGARD!? YOU WILL PAY DEARLY FOR THIS CRIME, BROTHER, I WILL SEE TO IT!"
It was Thor's turn to back away carefully. Loki did not make idle threats.
"FIRE WILL RAIN DOWN FROM THE SUNS, MOUNTAINS WILL CRUMBLE, AND YOU WILL GET ME MORE OF THE SUCULENT SWEETS BEFORE I'VE HAD MY REVENGE! I WILL—" Loki stopped short and coughed, his uncontrollable anger intensifying at the blunder in his dramatic speech. He opened his mouth to resume screaming, but nothing escaped. He clamped his mouth shut, his eyes widening in alarm.
"Loki…?" Thor ventured, "Are you under a spell?"
Loki rolled his emerald eyes and shook his head.
The warriors and Thor exchanged cautious glances, unsure if this was merely another one of Loki's clever plots, destined to doom them all.
Well, I WAS gonna make this a one-shot, but it turned out WAAYYY longer than I thought XD. Looks like more chapters for me to write! YAAAAYYY!