Ack, I'm late again. -_- On a brighter note, thanks so much to everyone who reviewed/favorited/followed my story! It means a lot. ^-^
So, this chappie was requested by Guest (guest) and TinaFrostDahMuffinburger. I hope you like it! :D I'm rather happy with how it turned out. But I'll stop keeping you waiting! Onwards to the awesomeness!
Disclaimer: Unlike some people I've encountered in my life, I give back the things that I borrow. I am borrowing these characters for my story, yet they are not mine to keep.
Twas a random mid-morning, and all through Stark Tower,
Every person was stirring, especially—
"Fiend Barton!"
Clint cackled evilly as he crawled through the air vents covered in pop tart crumbs. Every since the raspberry fiasco a few days ago, Clint had been pranking Thor in revenge. Today it had been destroying Thor's pop tarts while said god watched, helpless, as the poor pop tarts were smashed to frosting covered crumbs and then set on fire and turned to ashes, which were then thrown out the window. Right now, Clint's thoughts were somewhere between Mwahahahaha! and Oh my f***king god that was awesome!
Hearing Thor's rampage behind him, Clint scuttled faster, and tumbled out of the air vents into the small area behind the tower. It was probably best for him to not be present until Thor forgot the whole thing.
Clint strolled nonchalantly around the back streets of Manhattan, enjoying the clear day out. A blackberry bush stuck his arm, and he tugged himself free, turned away, and then whipped back to look at it again. The berries were ripe. Clint grinned. He started plucking off the blackberries and stuffing them in his mouth, when he realized that it would be more fun if he had a partner... but he wasn't stupid enough to go back to tower yet. How could he get anyone out here?
The archer smiled. "Loki," he said aloud, "If you come here right now, I swear on Thor's destroyed pop tarts that you will not regret it!"
Loki appeared with a pop and a rather annoyed expression. "Fine. Since I am curious, I shall humor you for a little while. But I am not in the best of moods, seeing as how I've been attempting to placate Thor after someone destroyed his pop tarts." Loki stated, looking pointedly at Clint, who shrugged.
"Here, try this!" Clint said, passing him a blackberry. Loki popped it in his mouth and immediately brightened.
"These are pleasant," the god said, sounding surprised.
Clint smirked. "Told you that you wouldn't regret it."
Soon, both of them were happily stuffing their faces with the berries and not caring about the red juice covering their hands. Suddenly Loki yelped and put his hands over his ears. "Damn, Thor, do always have to yell for me?" he muttered darkly. "Excuse me, I need to placate my brother again. I shall return shortly." he told Clint before poofing off, reappearing a second later next to Thor.
"Loki!" Thor began to whine, "I—"
Loki waited for the rest of Thor's complaints to come, but they didn't. Said god of thunder was staring at Loki's hands. "Loki, you are bleeding!" he shrieked suddenly, holding Loki's hands tightly to stem the flow. Loki rolled his eyes.
"Thor, it's not blood," he tried to explain, but Thor was hysterical.
"Brother, you are in need of medical attention!" Thor yelled, dragging Loki off to Tony and Bruce's lab. "FRIEND BRUCE! I REQUIRE YOUR HELP DESPERATELY!"
Bruce jumped slightly, but came over. His eyebrows raised when he saw Loki's hands. "Loki's hands are bleeding!" Thor told him, panicked. Bruce's eyes narrowed in suspicion. Loki was in no pain whatsoever, and what was that smell...
Bruce burst out laughing, realizing that Loki's hands were simply covered in blackberry juice. Thor, however, became angry.
"WHY DO YOU LAUGH?! THIS IS NO JOKING MATTER! MY BROTHER IS WOUNDED!" The furious god screamed.
"Thor, Loki is fine, he just has blackberry juice on his hands! Here, look..." Bruce pulled Loki over to a sink and ran the water over the dark haired god's hands, washing away the red, showing unmarred skin.
"What? I do not understand..." Thor spluttered.
"Thor, I am fine. I always was. My hands got messy, so what? That happens sometimes. Now, if you'll excuse me..." Loki trailed off, teleporting himself back to the blackberry patch.
Sooo, what'd ya think? As happy with it as I am? I hope so! :)
Maybe one day soon I'll count my requests again, but I don't feel like doing it tonight, so just know that even though I have a lot, I'm still open for more! I will try not to turn down any requests.
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