Saturday mornings were always uneventful. Thor felt the reason he always believed this was because he tended to sleep in late. On this particular morning, Thor woke up at eight.

Eight probably meant nothing to his parents or Loki, but for Thor, eight o'clock might as well have been 3 AM after being denied sleep for the past 72 hours. It was unreasonable and ludicrous. If anything, it was cruel and unusual punishment and someone should get on making eight o'clock rises illegal. Anything before 11, if Thor was going to be honest.

He lay in bed for a good ten minutes before he realized that the likelihood of falling back to sleep were slim. He got up, changed, brushed his teeth and did all those things that were necessary in the morning.

Thor trudged (stomped) to the kitchen and decided that cereal was a proper meal to start the day. And then, he got stuck. Not physically. The kitchen was spacious and the cereal was kept on top of the fridge. He couldn't get stuck in the fridge. What he got stuck on was decision.

Trix or Frosted Flakes.

Normally, Thor wouldn't even care. He'd pick the first box he saw and pour a bowl. Why he stopped to choose, Thor didn't know. Maybe he had a feeling it was important. Or maybe he just couldn't decide which sugary concoction to mix with his moo juice.

No matter the reason, Thor couldn't decide. So Loki made the decision for him.

"Grab the Trix," ordered Loki as he opened the fridge to grab the milk. Thor obliged as Loki poured each of them a bowl of milk and returned the morning beverage. Thor poured in the cereal and sat contentedly as he waited for his spoon. Upon receiving it, Thor jovially scooped the cereal and ate.

Loki sat in his spot at the kitchen table across from Thor and munched quietly.

"What time did you get home?" Loki asked as he took a bite.

"Ten," Thor answered with a full mouth. He swallowed and continued, "Were you not awake?"

Loki scoffed, "I wouldn't have asked if I was."

"I forgot, you are not one for small conversation." Thor finished his bowl and poured another. "Did you not also go out yesterday?"

Loki nodded grimly.

"Was this the purpose for Anthony calling me?" Thor asked.

"Who's Anthony?" Frigga asked as she entered the kitchen, kissing each of her boys on the forehead. She headed straight to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup. "Loki, is this the friend you were with yesterday?"

Loki refused to answer and instead stared into his bowl. So Thor answered, "Anthony Stark is a classmate of ours. He called me the other day to talk to Loki. I know not why."

"He nice?" Frigga asked, inhaling the bitter smell of her coffee.

Thor shrugged. "I have not had many classes with him, but he is generally liked by all."

"He's an ass," Loki stated. The look on his face revealed he had had no intent in speaking.

Frigga tittered. She didn't like foul language and Loki had a terrible habit of using it around the house.

Loki took another bite of cereal. "It's his own words, and I am apt to agree." Thor laughed loudly. "He thinks himself clever and talks far too much. Stark is a public menace and should not be allowed to wander the streets unsupervised. Who knows what trouble he is bound to get into."

"Anthony is a genius," Thor told their mother.

Loki snorted. "A lazy genius."

"Perhaps if you had his intellect you would have achieved much more," Thor retorted.

"I most certainly could not," Loki whispered into his bowl as he drank the remaining milk.

Frigga poured another cup of coffee and set it in on the counter. Loki put his dish in the sink and leaned against the counter, staring at the cup. He grabbed the box of pop tarts and threw them at Thor while simultaneously snatching the coffee cup off the counter.

"Loki?" Frigga asked.

Loki held the mug carefully. "Dad in his office?" She nodded. Loki smiled reassuringly and walked out.

Thor held the box of pop tarts close, only closing his mouth once Loki disappeared. "What is he going to do?" Thor asked.

Frigga smiled softly. "If we're really lucky, he's going to apologize to your father."

Thor opened a packet and bit into the toaster pastry. "And if we are not?"

"We'll most likely have to drive your father to the hospital to treat second degree burns."

Thor shook his head knowingly. Saturdays were never this exciting. Perhaps, Thor thought as he finished off the first pop tart and started on the second, I should always wake up this early. It seems so much happens when I'm not around.

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Odin looked up from his computer as a coffee cup was placed carefully in front of him.

"Good morning, Father," Loki murmured, staring at the mug as if it were the most important object in the room.

Odin smiled as he took the cup. "Thank you, Loki." He took a sip and let out a pleasured sigh.

Loki pulled on the edge of his t-shirt. Odin looked at his son and frowned. Loki always fidgeted when there was something troubling him. "What is on your mind?"

The boy glanced briefly at his father and, noting there was no anger from the night before, sat down. "I wish to apologize for my behavior last night," Loki admitted. He stared at his hands and, receiving no answer, looked up.

"It was no fault but mine own," Loki continued, looking his father in the eye, desperation in his voice. "I knew you were worried but instead I deemed your sentiment to mean discontent with my actions. I see now that that was untrue. I caused you much grief and upset you terribly and I apologize for refusing to listen as well as saying most horrible things." Loki bowed his head and waited.

"Oh, Loki," came the sad, breathy sigh Loki had become accustomed. Odin scratched at his beard and chuckled softly. "You will drive me mad with your sincerity."

"Dad?" Loki questioned, raising his head. Odin kneeled before him.

"I am your father," Odin said. "I cannot begin to understand you if you do not allow me, Loki. I forgive your actions and your words, but you must promise me to control your temper." Loki nodded solemnly. Odin smiled widely and pulled Loki into a hug. "I will also attempt to control mine," Odin added.

"Thank you," came Loki's soft whisper. Odin held him tighter and let out a sigh of relief as Loki returned the hug.

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"Sir."

Tony snorted in his sleep.

"Sir."

The boy hugged his pillow tighter.

"Master Stark."

"What?" Tony slurred into his pillow. It was way too early for this nonsense and his bed was way too warm.

"The elder Stark is currently upstairs looking for you."

Tony rolled over in shock and fell off. He stood up quickly, grabbed his phone, and ran to the workshop door yelling over his shoulder, "Lockdown, Jarvis. You know what to do."

"Of course, sir," Jarvis politely affirmed.

Tony ran up the stairs and checked his phone. It pinged and Tony silently cheered.

Tony slid into the kitchen and slammed a couple of cupboards. The sooner he got this over with, the better. He grabbed a carton of orange juice and poured himself a glass. Tony sat down on one of the stools and shook his foot nervously.

"Tony?"

Tony swallowed and shouted, "Kitchen!" He rubbed at his face and ran his hand through his hair a couple of times. There was no point in checking his breath. He already knew he had morning breath.

Howard Stark walked into the kitchen and Tony gave a half smile. "You're home."

Howard nodded. "I left some papers behind. Where were you?"

Tony took another gulp. "Sleeping."

"That answers the what, but not the where. You weren't in your room. Or anywhere else upstairs," Howard said plainly.

"Did you check under the bed?" Tony asked innocently.

Howard raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Do I want to know?"

"Was too lazy to get up."

"Of course," Howard said dismissively. His phone went off. He glanced at it quickly and said, "There's going to be a party here tonight."

Tony gaped at the man. "Tonight!"

Howard looked at his son. "Yes." He stepped closer and Tony tensed. "Is there a reason we shouldn't have one?"

"Not unless I'm invited," Tony grinned.

"Don't be a smart ass," Howard replied, wiping the grin off of Tony's face. "People will be in and out of here all day. The party's at eight. Don't get in the way." And with that Howard left.

Tony threw his glass into the sink, orange juice and shards of glass flying into the air.

"Sir?" came a muffled whisper from Tony's phone.

Tony grabbed his phone and said, "I don't know how long you're going to be in there, Jarv. Sorry."

"Would you like me to call Bruce?" Jarvis offered. "Or perhaps you could spend the day with Clint or Steve."

Tony climbed up the stairs and went into his room. He visited everyday only because he felt that moving his clothes from upstairs to the workshop was too much work. He found a pair of clean jeans and grabbed his favorite t-shirt.

Tony washed up and dressed quickly. He grabbed an empty backpack and stuffed in some clothes. He grabbed his tablet and threw it in as well.

Tony snatched his car keys from his old pair of jeans and headed outside. "Master Stark?" Jarvis inquired once inside the vehicle.

Tony started the car and pulled out. He clearly wasn't wanted for a few days. "Jarvis."

"Yes, sir?"

Tony slipped on his shades as he drove down the road. "What do you think the chances are of Loki letting me spend the day with him?"

"Highly unlikely, sir," Jarvis answered. "Perhaps you should spend the weekend with Steve. He always accommodates you on these occasions."

"But where's the fun in that?" Tony asked, suddenly feeling quite elated.

Author's Note: Who was expecting Howard Stark to show up? Raise your hands. This story has literally gotten out of control. This was supposed to be fun and ridiculous and it has turned into this creation.

On that note, the positive feedback I've been getting is crazy awesome. I'm so glad you guys are reading this and enjoying it. I mean, seriously, I got ten reviews on that last chapter. Crazay! That spelling was accidental, but I kind of like it. Reviews:

Felicity G. Silvers: Can I say I love you? Honestly, you review constantly and just make me all giddy inside. Love how into this story you are. And I'm glad you understood what I meant when I said common cold. I wouldn't say he has the whole collection, but several of the little guys. They are precious little things.

aguamarine1116: I wooooooon't. Promise.

Doctor Maz: But I like Christmas. And my hands return the sentiment. And I shall do my best give more where more is due.

Neko Konojo: Odin can't be a jerk in every story. The guy has feelings too. I feel I must do right by Odin.

ITrustThyLove: I wouldn't let anyone take my laptop away. I have too many movies and pictures of Buster Keaton on this thing. I'm glad you don't think Tony or Loki are OOC. Sometimes I feel like they are just going to weird places but I can't change it cause they'll yell at me and I try to tell them it might be ooc and they're like, "Pashaw, whatever." Except in my mind. Not in real life. That would be crazy. And awesome. And I don't know what my secret is. If I knew, I'd probably be doing it wrong.

H. Lokidottir: Yes he is. If only Jarvis actually existed. If he wasn't an AI, I'd totally marry him.

OneTooManyHeadAches: Thank you!

Ally Plz: Really? I'm really trying to make these issues and characters both believable and relatable. Tony is kind of sweet, isn't he? And it's so true. Tony just can't stop.

xXshizayaXx: Thank you. And I will.

NoOne: Addiction! Addiction is good. muahahaha.

This is why I leave reviews for the end cause I could honestly ramble on for hours. Actually, I do. Love you guys. Go forth and conquer.

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