Sorry about the extra amount of time tagged on, but the start of marching band camp is somewhat exhausting. So here is the next chapter (finally).

It seems no one has caught that obscure reference yet. And no, it is not Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Hint: Youtube. Aah Youtube.

But anyway, here's chapter ten!

Loki tried to close his eyes and pretend he was dreaming, except for the fact that he rarely had dreams, not to mention one this vivid. And the sound of fangirls fangirling was hard to ignore. Cautiously, he halfway opened one eye and spake thusly in a loud, irritated voice: "Go away, you psychotic, puny mortals!"

As one, the fangirl population kneeled, which might have pleased Loki several months previously, but now it was just creepy. "Did you not hear me?" he sighed. "I said go away. You're creepy. Disturbed. I don't like you."

There was silence. One of the fangirls stepped forward, a girl with curly brown hair. "I am Agent Clarinet." she paused, and motioned forward a girl with short black hair, who was currently wearing a shirt with some disgustingly adorable depiction of Loki on it, looking much too happy to be proclaiming 'you all shall kneel.' "And this is Agent Artistic Flute."

"Why instruments?" Loki questioned wearily, prepared for some ridiculous answer.

"Why not?"

Okay, Loki thought. That is something I would probably say. Which only makes me more worried.

"We will present to you now the reconstructed version of your old staff, so that you can control the minds of the pathetic people who run this planet and rule it as you see fit," Agent Clarinet turned to the leader of the fangirls, the only other one standing, and nodded.

The leader was dressed in a floor-length, black, gold, and green dress with a one-arm sleeve thing going. Her heeled boots clicked on the floor as she marched forward holding an exact replica of Loki's spear. She set it on the floor in front of him and whirled around. "Cue the Loki Anthem!" And the fangirls exploded into random song.

"Soft Loki,
Warm Loki,
Fangirls all must bow.
Crazy Loki,
Precious Loki,
Kneel before him now."

Loki didn't want to think about the bizarre song they were singing, but he was fighting back a grin at seeing the reconstructed staff. He didn't want to get their hopes up, now did he? Inside his head, he was dancing all over the place. They'd given him back his staff, never for once thinking that he might use it against them.

"So what exactly are we going to do?" Natasha asked Fury as they sat in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, discussing the situation. "We can't just leave him there. Something bad might happen."

"Like the fangirl population getting wiped off the face of the earth?" Tony suggested.

"Not helping, Stark," Natasha snapped. "We're not sure how big their operation is, nor who they're working for, if anyone but themselves."

"If they've gotten their hands on magic, something fishy is going down," Fury interrupted the argument before it could take off. "We should call in Thor."

"How do you plan on doing that? He's a world away at the moment," Tony snorted.

Fury raised a finger in the air, prepared to give a speech, and then closed his mouth. "Er..."

All of the Avengers stared at him. It was the most vulnerable they'd ever seen their leader, who hadn't a clue what to do now.

"We could wait it out for now and see what comes of it," Bruce said carefully.

Loki looked around at the fangirls, grinning like a madman. Those times of insanity were coming back to him, and he was greeting them warmly.

With a short, but very evil laugh, Loki launched himself into the air and carried out his plan.

"It's been half an hour, Steve. Cool it," Clint told the super soldier, who was pacing back and forth.

"You know, I think Loki can handle himself," Tony finally spoke. "He's got magic too, you know."

"What if he joins them?" Fury asked.

"Oh, I don't think he'll join them..." Tony slowly smiled.

The god of mischief surveyed his handiwork with some degree of pride. A large group of blue-eyed fangirls were now gazing up at him, with even more admiration if that were possible. But now they'd be following his orders.

Loki smiled his best smile yet. It was insane, and terrifying, and far too happy to be good.

Short chapter, I know, but I reeeeally wanted to end it there. It just fit nicely.

Muahahahahahahaaaaaaa! What will Loki do with his fangirl army? Review and give me suggestions, because at the moment, I don't know any more than you do! HAHAHAAA!