Hello everybody and thank you for waiting. I'm glad to see that so many have read my story and hasn't sent me any flames yet(that's good). I'm going to try my hardest to keep everybody in character, though I believe that Thor will be quite difficult. Any who, I don't own anything!

"Mewling quims! The lot of you!"

Loki's shouts were followed by the giggling of Peter from the other side of the door as Thor and Tony simply looked at each other. Just as Thor swings the door open, a plate of half eaten food and Peter go sailing through the air and Tony was quick to catch his child; Thor on the other hand was not so lucky for he was smacked in the face.

"Brother, please! You'll get worse…" The God of Thunder didn't even care about the plate or that there might be food in his hair. He truly cared for Loki's well-being.

"Shut up and keep that booger factory away from me-" Loki looks over to Tony and Peter and points an accusing finger, "it's his fault!"

As the words left his mouth, Tony instantly recognized his face and what he was about to do and was quick to hide behind Thor as a sudden booming of a sneeze echoed through the house. It wasn't the sound that worried Tony, it was the fact that as he peeked from behind Thor, he saw that the bed Loki laid in was covered in what seemed to be green glitter.

"Pwetty!" Peter tried to squirm out of his hold. He wanted to touch it.

"Noooooo. No no no no noooo champ. You can't touch that. That's…" Tony looked to Thor who only shrugged, not really sure as to what this was, "cooties."

Peter had suddenly stopped trying to reach for the mysterious stuff and suddenly looked to his father. The face of absolute horror was painted across his face as he suddenly flinched as far as he could away from Loki and the stuff.

"Cooties are gross!"

"Yes champ," his eyes flicked to Loki and smirked, "cooties are gross."

"Looks like you've developed what we like to call as the Common Cold." Everybody except for Loki had don on a medical mask to cover their mouth and noses while Tony checked Loki's temperature.

In the hilarity of the situation, Tony just could not help but smile; and he knew that the medic mask didn't hide much. They had taken the liberty of bagging all the green glitter for Peter's sake now that he didn't want to be anywhere near the stuff. Speaking of Peter...

"Hey champ. Assemble!" Tony called into the air which confused the Asgardians. It was when Peter ran into the room with every inch of his body covered in scrubs and making 'whooosh'ing noises did it make Thor laugh.

"Loki look," Thor went to pick up Peter and as soon as he did, Peter fell into sync as he flattened his body out with his arms held above his head while Thor lifted and spun him around.

"I'm Iron Man!" Peter squealed, "I protect the world and fight bad guys."

The boy held out his hand to Loki and made 'pew-pew' noises and giggled some more. This mere scene before Loki made him sneer in disgust at the reason why he hated children. They were gross, and sticky and possibly carriers of the plague that he had.

"Uncle Thor! Higher!"

The God of Thunder tossed the boy into the air and caught him with ease. He even held the child over his head as they zoomed around the room until they ventured out the door through the rest of the house. Tony just couldn't stop smiling at how his son treated everyone, but it was the growl that came from Loki that brought him back to reality.

"That cretin." He muttered while being propped up by pillows. Tony had checked his pulse, ears, eyes and mouth with some god awful midgardian tools before concluding that he had a 'common cold'. That was just simply ridiculous! He was a god. Asgardians never had colds; it was impossible. That still didn't mean anything because here Loki sat, groggy and drained on Earth, with his enemy taking a look at him. It didn't help that he was sneezing magical discharge- he knew this just from common sense. Loki also figured that his magic would suffer from this cold because just as Thor and Tony came in, he had tried to eliminate the brat and that awful food by sending them into another dimension.

"Do not insult my son." Tony had to stop himself from doing any harm. He just looked to Loki to show just how serious he was being. No one would insult his son, not even the God of Mischief.

"Hit a nerve did I?" Loki smirked. Even if he was sick, Loki would still consider himself on a higher plain than any midgardian. He could clearly see that Tony was fuming, and he could even see the count down he was doing to try and calm himself. Only when Tony looked back at him did he see that... well... he couldn't tell if that worked.

"Hey sunshine." Tony leaned over on the side of the bed and reached under to grab one of the many softball-sized balloons that were filled with the green glitter. He palmed one in his hands and kind of messed with it for a moment before looking Loki dead in the eyes, "insult my kid again and I'm going to burst this bag of glitter on you. I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you"

Loki just grinned. He had to try and keep a 'hehehe' bottled up as he sat up straighter. This was just too easy, Iron Man was just setting himself up,

"An ant has no quarrel with a boot."

Thor and Peter quietly made their way back up the stairs. During their pretending of Peter being Iron-Man, they had accidentally broken another sculpture that Loki had bought to liven the place up. Thor hoped that his brother wouldn't be too mad. Maybe he'll buy pudding to cheer him up. As the two of them peeked into Loki's room, they saw Tony throw the balloon that was filled with the glittery contents from his brother's nose. His brother was quick to deflect it by punching it back and it suddenly bursts right on Tony, covering him. Peter held a hand over his mouth but still managed to gasp loudly while Thor mimicked him as well. What a sight.

It was when Tony tackled Loki, did Thor push the door open further. Neither of the two cared as they rolled around on the bed, trading blows for blows.

"Little one, please stay here. I don't want you to catch the cooties." Thor said in all seriousness as he stepped into the room and closed it behind him.

Inside, Loki had managed to be pinned to the bed while Tony continued to slug him in the face. The distraction of Thor entering the room was more than enough for Loki to plant his feet on Tony's chest to send him flying into the wall on the far side of the room.

"Brother! Stop this madness!" Thor tried to interfere.

"Shut up Thor, I'm busy." Loki flicked his hands forward and his magic flung Tony to the floor. He had meant to zap him with his magic but this blasted cold was messing with his mind. So he dove and pinned Tony to the floor, with his knees on his biceps. The two struggled with one another until Tony was left panting for air, depleted of energy.

"I am Loki, God of Mischief and you, mortal, need to show respect."

Thor wanted to break the two of them up but with the way that Loki was, even he didn't want to catch the cooties. So there Thor watched, his mind was becoming increasingly more worried over his younger brother.
Loki on the other hand, cleared his throat and wiggled his nose in the slight, he even growled and hacked at what ever was in his throat. It sent a chill from Hell down Tony's spine as he saw what was about to happen. Loki drew his head down and pursed his lips together.

"No, no no no no nooo!" Tony shouted. He bucked and grunted while trying to get free from Loki. He did not want Loki to finish collecting phlegm, "not the loogie!"

"Shut up and eat the loogie cookie!" Slow and carefully, Loki allowed a small green glob to dangle downwards from his mouth. It swang to and fro in a stead motion and if Thor didn't do anything, Tony would end up tasting such a nasty thing.

"Who's the greatest?" Escaped the trickster's lips, "say it or I'll keep talking and this will break."

Thor could see the conflict on Tony's face as his eyes followed the motion of the loogie. It was when those eyes broke from phlegm to look at Thor did he see the plead for help. Without a moment to spare, Thor came to the rescue and picked Loki up by wrapping his arms around him and simply threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Brother, this is too much. Stop this at once. Tony, I'm sorry for the way my brother has treated you. He surely would not be this way if he was not infected with the cooties."

"Actually, its just the Common Cold Thor. I just said cooties so Peter will stay clear." Tony rose from the ground and groaned. He was covered in Loki's glitter goo of grossness and he was sure that Steve wouldn't let him into the house with his cloths on... maybe that was a good thing.
"Anyway, I need to go back now and get cleaned up. Please call me if there is anything dire."

When he opened the door, Peter ran away from his dad and climbed the wall so he was out of reach.

"Bye daddy. I love you and tell Papa that I love him too."

"Okay champ. Now stay away from Loki okay? I don't want you to come home and be sick. So help Uncle Thor with Uncle Loki. If he doesn't eat well or take his medicine, he'll turn into a villain. Got it?"

Peter nodded and gave his dad a salute.

"Atta Boy."

The End! Yes, that is the end of this story, or is it? I'm not sure. However, I have been inspired to write more Avenger fanfictions so for those that are just now following me, this is good news!