Possibly the worst thing about the entire situation was the fact that Loki was drunk. Drunk and jealous. He was bad the normal way he was (no pun intended), and now that he was almost unconscious of what he was doing and where he was, it made the whole matter even worse than it was before.

He remembered something along the lines of escaping his cell by making himself become all blue skin and red eyes, as if he had choked himself to death or something. Of course, that was only his Frost Giant form, but the guards didn't know that. They had brought him out of the cell, and right after that, Loki had knocked both guards on the head and escaped. He noticed that there were no people on the streets, and then he reminded himself that it was Thor's crowning day, and that he should go in and have some "fun". So then he'd transformed himself into a commoner…and he couldn't remember much after that.

All that he knew now was that he was getting really hot.

Really hot.

Hot enough for him to stop thinking about much. Which meant that his disguise was going to wear off very soon, once he lost conscious…

He had to get out of here.

But the way that Thor was holding Jane in his arms and laughing, showing her off to his good friends…he didn't like that.

One bit.

At all.

Loki considered walking over and punching Thor in the face and laughing, but that would definitely get him locked up again.

He probably hated that cell more than he did the fact Thor was holding another girl in his chest with her smothering her gigantic breasts all into his skin. Or perhaps they were on the same level…nope. He definitely hated the girl more than he did the cell.

Loki decided he was going to go over there and swing something in Thor's face.

He took up his goblet and marched straight over to the group of gods (and one mortal). Maybe though, the swinging part could be improvised a bit.

And he poured the drink down Thor's metal suit.

And then he smashed the golden cup on Thor's head.

"You are the worst," Loki grumbled. He could feel his cheeks heating up even more when hundreds of eyes, perhaps even thousands, turned over to glare at him. He tossed his head up, aware that his disguise had finally worn off.

Loki felt his usual ebony hair cascade down around his shoulders, the gold, black, and emerald garments creating a threatening presence. He trained his two green eyes onto Jane's face, the awe and terror on it increasing when she saw the eyes on her. His gold helmet reflected the dim hall's lights.

"I am Loki, brother of Thor," Loki whispered, but the echo was loud enough for all to hear. "I don't know who you are, but I want you dead."

And then the girl screamed, very unceremoniously, and ridiculously loud.

This kind of woman appealed his brother? What a dimwit!

"Loki!" Thor screamed, dropping Jane onto the couch. He clutched Loki's left wrist, and Loki gritted his teeth as he felt his bones begin to move out of place.

"What is it, brother?" Loki asked. He was now slowly starting to feel dizzy. His body felt like a burning furnace.

"Come with me."

Thor was originally going to escort Loki back to his cell, but he sensed that something was happening to Loki. And he knew very well what the "something" was. His brother had reached his darn heat! How was he not aware of it?

Thor dragged Loki out of the hall. The other screamed senseless words and cussed like crazy.

Oh yeah.

He was totally losing it.

Thor dumped Loki into his old bedroom. After that, he barked orders to guards that he knew would be listening for more blankets and pillows.

This night was not going to end well.

Yeah! I'm back! Feel free to PM me or review this new story. I just got into the Marvel kingdom (although I still love Halbarry more than anything. Totally...okay, maybe it can be rivaled) Favorite and follow! Thanks to the people that have! This one is not going to be as crappy as the Hetalia one...

P.S. Loki is the best villain ever designed in history.

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