(Since this is a collab fanfiction between Micarocks101 and MidnightShadow101, the author's note has both of them!)

Micarocks101: OHMIGARD GOMENASAI WE'RE SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO UPDATE!

MidnightShadow101: *blinks* We are?

Micarocks101: *facedesk*

Loki: I don't believe that is very good for your health.

Micarocks101: *glares at Loki* Shut up, Reindeer.

MidnightShadow101: O.o *backs up slowly* Um...Enjoy the chapter...?*runs like hell away from angry Loki*

~Shoshana's POV~

Oh God oh God oh God oh God- wait, what the hell was I saying? Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods...

My Grandpa has talked so much about him, and here he was, right in front of me. Wearing that skin-tight star-spangled uniform (I never understood why superheroes wore that stuff) just like he was in his collectible trading card.

And his shield. Gods, that thing had just stood its ground against a blow from a Norse god and it wasn't even scratched!

I bet Grandpa was having a mini fanboy-attack right now.

I briefly entertained the mental image of Grandpa fainting and gasping and hyperventilating and…

… I blame ADHD… (Gods, why hadn't I taken those pills this morning?)

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everyone else..." Of course he had time to deliver a cliched hero line. "...we ending up disagreeing." Here he paused. "Not this time."

"The soldier." Loki's voice was full of contempt. He quickly rose to his feet and the two began to fight. They were so fast I couldn't even make out their movements unless I slowed it all down in my brain and watched with two-minute jet-lag. Suddenly Loki turned to me and scowled, but he looked more annoyed than anything else, like Oh, you had to steal my scepter right when I have to fight a good guy. You have such utterly impeccable timing, Shoshana.

Add a British accent (Why did Norse gods have British accents?) to the whole thing and I could actually believe that he was thinking that.

The fight was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I mean, I had watched a ton of action movies and dramas with Grandpa over the weekends when we would marathon our favorite TV shows or series but nothing compared to this. And I had a front row seat, holding onto the scepter of a freaking Norse god.

The fight actually seemed to be going to Loki. Captain Popsicle was getting his butt handed to him, even with his air support.

Did I forget to mention the air support?

There was a giant freaking plane in the air, with a machine gun attached to it and speakers that blared out a single command in a woman's voice: "LOKI, DROP THE WEAPON."

After hearing that, he just looked around at everybody and rolled his eyes, raising his hands to the heavens as if saying, Where do you see a weapon in these hands? Would you like me to cut off my arms?

But then some random dubstep song replaced the commands, making it sound like this: "LOKI, DROP THE- DROP THE BASS!"

The look on his face was so freaking hilarious that this time I really did want to fall down, and laughed out loud.

And then,

Why is there some random dubstep song replacing the commands of the scary military plane?

I looked up and gasped.

You would've thought that with all I had been through that day, nothing would've been able to surprise me. But no, apparently the world has some sort of vendetta against me to prove me wrong on every point I try to prove right, so of course it had to send in a flying man wearing freaking red and gold armor armed with missiles and other dangerous projectiles.

What was his name? Steel Man?

No, it was something like... Wash Man! Or Dry Man! Or Starch Man! Or...

...Iron Man! Yeah, that's it.

Together, they slowly gained ground until Loki had fallen to the floor, his back to the steps of the mansion.

Iron Man (am I the only one that thinks he sounds like a guy who's supposed to iron your clothes?) held up his hands, and the missiles and other dangerous projectile weapons primed themselves. His voice came out garbled from within the helmet of his armor."Make a move, reindeer games."

He stole my joke!

Loki slowly put his hands in the air and his armor and stupid helmet faded away, a wisp of green smoke the only evidence that it had existed.

But then he turned ever-so-slightly and shot me a look, eyes boring into mine, and I felt like he was seeing into my soul.

Okay, it was official. I have been watching way too much Doctor Who.

But seriously, the way he was looking at me made me want to crawl into a hole and hide. I instinctively tightened my grip on the scepter.

"Good move." Iron Man lowered his hands and his weapons stored themselves back into his multiple armor compartments.

Meanwhile, the plane had landed, and the woman spoke again: "GET HIM IN HERE, BOYS. LET'S GET OUT OF HERE."

"She really needs to turn down the volume." Iron Man muttered, and hauled Loki away.

Me? I was a little suspicious, actually. I mean, I know that he was facing two extremely skilled good guys, but wasn't the fight a little too fast? It kind of looked like Loki was... not really trying.

Hey, maybe I'm just reading into it too much, but those are my speculations.

"Ma'am? Could you please give me that scepter?"

I started, and then suddenly realized two things: 1) Captain America was addressing me and 2) I was still holding the scepter. "Oh… oh, yeah… sure…" I muttered and held out the long end of the scepter so he could take it. He took it and tugged.

The scepter didn't budge.

Micarocks101: Duh duh duh! Not expected, right? :D I'd never seen anything like that in other Loki fanfiction, so voila! Also I had to think of an excuse for Shoshana to meet Loki again… =3=

MidnightShadow101: *rolls eyes* You mortals are so amusing.

Micarocks101: Yeah, I-*blinks* Wait, did you just-

MidnightShadow101: *ignores Micarocks101* Please leave a review, follow, or favorite. Otherwise a Bilshnipe will come and eat your computer.

Micarocks101: *tackles MidnightShadow101* TAKE ME TO ASGARD!