Hey guys! So this one was prompted by my best friend becca, and its pretty fluffy, so i hope you enjoy! I own nothing :P

2: Bubbles

Loki hummed quietly under his breath as he went about his task. It was something most found unpleasant, and bothersome, but to him it was just a menial task to occupy his mind when he wasn't busy. Plus, it made him feel helpful, and valuable, like he could contribute more to the group than just his magic, but also his willingness to partake in domestic chores, most of which the others found unsavoury. He cooked the dinner each night, making sure to cater to what each Avenger preferred, as best as he could. Tony preferred something quick and easy, if they were going to make him eat he hated for it to take time out of his workshop. Steve preferred something home cooked from scratch, as it reminded him of simpler times. Bruce always claimed he would be happy with whatever was easiest, but Loki had figured out he much preferred foreign foods, oriental, or Indian, and he often made sure to slip in some extra spices for the good Doctor. Clint and Natasha often wanted the same dishes, both having an unexpected sweet-tooth, and Thor...well, Thor was Thor. He preferred foods reminiscent of Asgard, read meats, fruits dipped in honey, but would eat anything put in front of him with an appropriate amount of gusto. There had been a time where he had needed constant reminders that he needed to take the wrapping off of the pop tarts before he ate them.

He also did most of the tidying around the house, even in Thor's room, unsurprisingly the most messy in the house. He did all the laundry after missions, taking special care with the super suits. Tony of course, took his own away to be polished, and Loki cleaned his and Thor's with magic, but the others didn't really trust Loki's magic as much, so he made sure to do it by hand each time. It wasn't like the others hadn't offered, and Loki knew Tony had staff hired to do this sort of thing, but Loki just couldn't help but offer to do it himself.

If he was being honest, he was still trying to prove his worth to the other Avengers. He so desperately craved their acceptance, and their trust, a far cry from how he felt a year ago. But living with them, seeing their group dynamic, how easily they all got along most of the time...it made him want to be part of that. It made him icrave/i friendship of that strength. And he would do anything to get it.

Even wash the alien slime off of Captain America's helmet.

Loki was just finishing up some of the last dishes when he was startled at the loud clink of China against the table behind him. He turned, growling in frustration as Tony started moving about twenty more dirty dishes over to the sink area for him to clean. He rolled his eyes and grit his teeth, his eyes narrowing as he turned to the playboy.

"Do you have to do that all the time?"

He rolled his eyes as Starks face came across perplexed, brows furrowed. "Do what?" He asked, oh so innocently.

"Horde all your dirty dishes in your workshop and then bring them up at once, just as I'm finishing?" He hissed out. Tony smirked and folded his arms, not affected by the glare he was getting.

"Hey, princess, I have people that could do this for us, it's not my fault you insist on doing it like a good little house wife."

Loki openly growled now, about to lash Tony with his sharp tongue, when a mischievous though entered his mind. Tony watched warily as Loki smirked, eyebrow quirked upwards.

"If I'm a princess, you must be a prince, and I would hate to leave you without a crown!" He giggled, dumping the great pile of bubbles he had gathered onto Tony's head, leaving him with, indeed, a crown of froth on his head, laughing heartily as a stream of the bubbles slide down onto his face to the end of his nose.

Tony felt a smile creeping up his face, as well as the bubbles creeping down it. It was pretty rare that they heard Loki laugh so openly, even for him, who the God was far more open with. Without a seconds hesitation he reached into the sink, cupping his hands, throwing the water all over the deity, who shrieked and ducked for cover behind the table. Tony ransacked the fridge for his newest weapon, turning in time to catch Loki full in the face with the whipped cream as he poked his head over counter.

"Stark!"

"Odinson!" Tony shot back, making sure to use the right last name. Loki had begun to make reparations with his family, much as he had with the Avengers, and so preferred his adoptive surname now as opposed to his real surname.

Tony turned back from the fridge again to find Loki completely missing, nowhere to be seen. He prowled around the kitchen, edging into the lounge, and poked his head around every sofa to check for the devious Prince of Asgard. He opened the kitchen door again only to be doused by what was surely a mixture of bubble bath, shower gel, washing up liquid and water, creating thousands of bubbles which clung to him as though held there by sticky paper. Loki was in stitches, leaning against the counter with his hands on his sides, rocking backwards and forwards trying to control his mirth. Tony stalked up to him, stopping when he was face to face with Loki. "Give us a cuddle, princess." He growled as he tackled the chuckling God to the ground, rubbing bubbles in his face and on his clothes, tickling him so he laughed even harder, tears rolling down his face. They rolled to a stop in the middle of the kitchen floor, breathing harshly against each other, both with beaming smiles. Tony's faded as he got a proper look at the God.

"You look tired" He stated, gently stroking the dark purple bags under his right eye. Now that he thought about it, the God looked exhausted, slightly paler than usual, eyes dull. Tony wiped the bubbles from Loki's face, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before he stood, pulling Loki up with him. "Come on, lets go watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch."

"But the rest of the dishes-" Loki's argument was cut off by Tony's lips moving against his own, in a chaste kiss.

"They can wait. I'll do them. Steve'll do them. Anyone but you can do them. You need a rest, babe, stop trying to prove yourself to us. We know how awesome you are already, if the plates don't sparkle as much every now and then, no one is going to hate you for taking a break. Besides," He smirked, eyes dancing with mirth." I think we've made enough mess for one night"

Loki laughed, resigning himself to an evening of relaxation in front of the TV, his boyfriend at his side. As he magicked the foam from his own body, and then did the same for Tony, he knew his boyfriend was right.

Neither of them could be trusted with bubbles.

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