Punishable by ... PRE-SCHOOLERS?

A Loki Fan fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel's Avengers, I just merely created Sunnyside Pre-school Academy, the children, the staff, and all that have to do with Annabell and George Marson.

A LokiXOC Humor/Drama/Romance/Hysterical/adventure fan fiction

Chapter thirteen:

Yesterday, Loki stood at the doorway, Annabell tucked safely in bed. She slept soundly most of the night, except for a few moments when she tossed and turned which made Loki nervous. It was the first time Loki felt nervous for someone, the first time he actually wanted to see someone feel better.

"What am I saying?" He hissed, his hands planted on his face, "What will become of the…demons…" He trailed off. The horror of his simple plan began to set in. He planned to lock Annabell in the room in an effort to make her sleep all day and recover. That would allow Loki to look around the entire house and find the answers he desperately wanted. Along with that, he wanted to know the whereabouts of the father of the house. That plan did not bode well, because he ended up tackling the day without Annabell.

Today, was going to be different, today he had a plan!

Annabell had spoken of memories of the past, happy ones and confusing ones that came to her in her dreams. It was clear that the stone was slowly putting her memories back where they were supposed to be; which meant, she had to sleep more.

"Not going to happen!" Annabell coughed as she attempted to drink the swill Loki managed to whip up. "Ugh! Is this the kool-aid you've been giving my kids? Now it's a hell no!" She snapped as she put the class down on the kitchen table and wiped her mouth.

"No, yesterday the minions from hell made the kool-aid and one of the elder children aided me in making food. It is fine, I can do this all on my own. You need rest." Loki smoothed, his arms crossed. "Besides, how will you function with a rock that glows on your chest?"

Annabell pursed her lips and slapped her hand over the stone that still clung to her collar bone. It almost looked like it was just put on her chest, instead of attached to her skin and unmovable as it was. Loki smirked as Annabell huffed and leaned back in the chair.

"Fine, but you do at least 2 of my lessons for today. And… please… no more children stuck to cabinets!"

"I had nothing to do with that incident, but believe me when I swear no child will get out of line today." Loki grinned and put a hand on Annabell's hand on the table. She eyed him as he stood up slowly and extended a hand for her to grasp. She pursed her lips once more and stood up, her hand on his arm as he led her quietly back to the room.

"If I hear you've beaten-"

"Will you please quiet your worries, the children will be fine. I will have them do their lessons as you ask; we even have a treasure hunt set up if we find ourselves far too bored to tears." Loki cut her off as he swept her into her bedroom. He gave her the best grin he could as she walked further into the room. "You have nothing to worry about." He cooed.

"Why do I not believe you?" Annabell scowled, her eyes on him the entire time he shut the door. Loki grinned even wider when he shut the door completely and he heard Annabell lock it on the other side.

"Because I'm the god of mischief and I should never be trusted." He snickered, a hand that ran through his hair. That's when the sound of the rusted bus roared down in the driveway. Loki nearly skipped down the stairs as he rushed to the door. He grabbed the folders he had made for the children the night before, opened the door and gave the children one look.

"Is Miss Annabell still sick?" Gabriel whimpered.

"No fear miniature monsters, after breakfast we have a fun activity that Miss Annabell set up for us to keep us busy and out of trouble." Loki lied gracefully. His eyes shot to the staff in the garden that made a small flash of light at him. With a smirk, he waved the children in and handed them each a folder. "However…"

The children stopped dead as he scowled and glared at the entire class that stood in the doorway.

"If any of you act up or attempt to wake Miss Annabell Marson up during the day, you will meet severe consequences…."

"…Yes sir!" They all clambered on about showers and eating the toaster waffles Loki had found. He looked out to the bus driver who scowled at Loki. He made a face to the old man before she shut the door. Arms crossed, Loki stepped towards the eating boys to make sure none of them burnt the food he managed to get out without hurting himself or the kitchen. Annabell would positively blow out his ear with screaming if he caught anything on fire. This plan, to go perfectly, depended on Annabell to be asleep in bed and the children to do what children were good at doing, finding hidden objects in cramped places.

"Mr. Loki." David, the smallest of all the boys piped up from his normal seat next to Loki, "What is the activity we're doing?"

"It's a mystery, I have something to figure out and you all are going to help me find clues around the house." He grinned. The children cheered as they continued to go about their business. Loki waited patiently as they cleaned up and put away the dishes, they even did one worksheet that Annabell set out for each age group. Loki knew they all wanted to do the activity, and he could wait for his plan.

However, it was just before lunch when they were ready. They opened the folders with all the clues that Loki set out:

-Old pictures of two sisters

-Fires

-Floods

-Richard Henry

The children set out groups, each with two eldest kids as leaders and little ones to get into the small places. They set it up all by themselves, the demons were very resourceful. He split them off into rooms, and he would go to the basement on his own.

Only, the doorbell decided now would be a perfect time to ring. Loki growled but waved the children to go about their missions. They darted and the whole house was as silent as the grave except for the sound of tiny footsteps every few seconds. Loki stormed to the door. No one, and he meant no one, would ruin his chance to figure out what was going on.

"Hello?"

The man at the door sized Loki up; Loki could feel his judgment on him. Arms crossed, Loki blocked the man's view of the house. He stood in a clean and pristine suit, a cane pressed into his hand and hair perfectly cut. But Loki suspected more of him, there was something off about him. It was as if he had some kind of magic, Loki could feel it tickled his toes and finger tips.

"Who are you?"

"I'm sorry, I expected Annabell to answer the door."

"Who are you?" Loki asked once more with more anger. The entire time he had been attached to Annabell and this family, never once did she had a guest over. Never once did she mention have any male come to the house. She didn't have time for friends, and if she did, Loki would have heard. Annabell obviously didn't expect or didn't know this man.

"My name is Richard Henry, can I come in?"

Loki stopped and narrowed his eyes at this man. Was he truthfully who he said he ways, Loki could not feel the lie or sense it. He was telling the truth.

"Tell me what you're doing here, and I may allow you in." Loki growled, his eyes searched the man. If he was the Richard Henry from Annabell's past, he was no good. He may hold the key to unlocking the mystery that was Annabell, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. There was something about him that set Loki's nerves on fire and ground his teeth.

"I am just a friend of Annabell's, I've come to see her… I'm sorry, are you her boyfriend?" He asked. Suddenly his aura turned dark and Loki tensed, his spin went completely straight. The man stood up straight but he, even in his full 5 foot maybe 6 height, could not stand up to Loki's height. Much like Thor, this man was built to fight and punch, but there was more. Magic coursed through his body.

Normally, Loki would have no mind of a man as dark as he. Loki that tried to rule Asgard, Loki that wished the death of the human race would have let him in. Loki that hated Thor and wanted nothing to do but rule over earth and Asgard, would have let that man waltz in and destroy all those children.

But that Loki wasn't in charge, he was still there; Loki could feel him bubbling under his skin. But he didn't bubble because he didn't want to care, that angry, blinded by hate, Loki cared. He was invested in this mystery of Annabell, he was invested in getting his powers back. He felt the evil, the darkness in him, but Loki only wished that hurt and pain on this man.

"What is it to you mortal who I am! You are a liar and filled with dark magic, leave this house." Loki snapped.

"Mortal? Who are you to call a mortal? You're nothing but a-" Loki didn't let the man finish as the god slapped his hand against the cane of the man, snatching it from his hand before he tossed it into the roses.

"I am Loki of Asgard, I am burdened with glorious purpose and forbid one as disgusting as you to enter this house!"

The man glowered and put his hand out to the garden, the cane shot up from the bushes and slapped into his skin. Only, that wasn't the sound that upset Loki the most. It was the squeak of the steps behind him. Fear ate at the pit of his stomach that it was a child that had heard that entire conversation. However, when Loki turned to see what the man stared at and the person that made the stairs squeak, it was far worse than a child.

Annabell stood on the step of the stairs.

Author's notes: THERE IT IS! CHAPTER THIRTEEN!

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