"I...I don't enjoy mischief anymore." Loki said softly, and looked down to the ground. Steve looked at him in utter shock. "But.. You're the GOD of mischief!" He cried out, jumping to his feet. Loki hid his face in his hands and nodded sadly. "I know." Steve pulled the god to his feet. "We need to take you to Fury. He should know what to do." Loki tensed up at Steve's words, and pulled away. "You are NOT taking me to that-that scum rag." Steve shot him a glare when Loki blatantly insulted his boss. "Well there's no other way!" Steve argued. Both men huffed irritably, when the blond got an idea. "What if instead of Fury, I try to help you?" He offered to the greasy haired male. Loki raised an eyebrow. "What do you-Mr. Goodietwoshoes-know about causing mayhap and mischief?" Steve paused for a moment. "Well.. I uh..." He stuttered for a bit before giving in. "I know absolutely nothing." Loki groaned and rolled his eyes before sitting down. "I'll just become normal. Like all you Avengers want." He said softly, hiding his face in his hands again. Steve sat down next to Loki and tried to think of something to say. "It's worth a shot though. Otherwise it's off to Fury." Loki groaned at Fury's name. "Fine. Fine, just don't fuck this up." "Language." He said as goofy smile began to appear on Steve's face and he jumped up. "Alright, come with me." He forced Loki off the bench. "You aren't gonna get far by sitting on your rear." The God glared as he reluctantly stood up with Steve. "Just get this over with." He grumbled.

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The sun was setting over the tall buildings as Steve tried to get Loki to cast some kind of spell on the punching dummy. "Come on Loki! Do something!" Steve groaned, practically begging to the God. "Why? It's harmless." Loki mused, walking around the plastic and foam stand. Steve had to push his frustration away before he punched a dummy.. and it wasn't the practice one. "But this is practice. To get your groove back!" Steve replied, rubbing his temple with his fingers. "I don't want my groove back!" Loki snapped, and a green spark flashed very slightly from his staff. The blond man noticed this and smirked. A plan was beginning to form.