I apologize for the wait. I couldn't think of a good prank so it took a while to write. I also decided to focus more on my other story (Lost and Found, previously called Snow Bros). But here we are with another chapter, so enjoy! :)

Chapter Five: Masters of Mischief (Sleipnir's Prank)

After many hours of careful contemplation, Sleipnir finally came up with the best prank that he could. He had Sigyn so he didn't want to be too mean. In fact, he probably wouldn't do a mean prank on his younger brother, Jormungandr, who always teased him for being too quiet. Pranking people wasn't really in his nature, but being a son of the god of mischief, he had inherited some amount of mischievous tendencies, however small.

His notebook was filled with ideas written in his elegant cursive handwriting. Many of the ideas seemed too extreme or out of his comfort zone. Most pranks required acting, which didn't seem too hard except his face and ears aways turned red whenever he lied.

He did, however, have one aspect on his side. His reputation as the quiet one of the bunch made him less suspicious so others wouldn't expect him to pull a prank. He was glad that he ended up with Sigyn. He liked her a lot - all four of the kids did (they had even started calling her 'mom' although she and Loki weren't married, yet) - so he would go easy on her. His younger siblings would probably do the same, although Jormungandr was often too rough and Hela had a tendency to get caught up in the moment. And who knew what went on in Fenris's head: the youngest boy had ADHD which made it hard for him to focus on more than one thing at a time and his neverending supply of energy didn't help calm him down at all.

He needed a while to think of a good prank. He was alone in the room he shared with Jormungandr and Fenris. Although he loved his brothers dearly, he needed some peace and quiet. The only time Fenris quit talking was when he was sleeping. He talked so much that Sleipnir found himself wondering how someone could constantly.

Laying with his stomach on the couch in their bedroom and his notebook sitting on the floor, Sleipnir rolled off the couch and stood up and stretched. He picked up his notebook. He had circled the prank idea that he had chosen, the gray words dark against the white page.

Sleipnir flipped the page over and sat back down. Crossing one leg over the other, he twirled his pencil and started jotting down items he needed.

Sigyn was in for a treat.

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Sigyn's usual morning routine consisted of waking up at five-thirty in the morning, taking a quick fifteen-minute shower, and having breakfast before she left for her job that the local hospital. She hardly ever swayed from this routine, which made it very predictable for anyone who wanted to prank her. Nobody else ever got up at this time, so she was the perfect target.

This particular morning wasn't that different. Her alarm went off at five-thirty. She sat up and stretched. Although Loki was a light sleeper, he had eventually gotten used to Sigyn's early job so he slept through the light kiss she brushed on his forehead.

Rolling out of bed, she stood up and picked out an outfit from the dresser before heading into the bathroom.

After her shower, she quietly made her way downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Little did she know, Sleipnir had hidden a camera behind the toaster, which had the perfect view of the entire kitchen. It recorded her setting her purse on the countertop before reaching up at the cupboard that stored the plates and bowls. As soon as she opened the cupboard, a dozen little, plastic balls spilled from the storage in a cascade of color.

Sigyn just barely stifled a surprised shout before jumping back and narrowly avoided tripping over a stool. A few more plastic balls rolled out of the cupboard and bounced onto the wooden floor with high-pitched 'plunks.'

Holding a hand to her chest in an effort to slow down her rapid heartbeat, Sigyn gripped the edge of the island counter and only let go when she trusted her legs to hold her up without shaking. When the shaking stopped, Sigyn sighed and kicked a few stray balls out of her path. She decided to leave a note for Loki about the mess since she didn't have time to clean it all up before work.

She stuck the note on the refrigerator where Loki could see it and opened another cupboard that held cereal boxes and a container of instant oatmeal…

Just like before, more plastic balls tumbled out. Some hit her on the head as she held onto the cupboard door in shock. Growing frustrated, she shoved a few stray balls off the counter and set her bowl down. She poured the oatmeal into the bowl before opening the refrigerator for milk.

More colorful balls poured out. Sigyn took a step back and slipped on a cluster of the plastic balls. Her feet flew out under her and she landed on her rear with a little 'yelp.'

She pushed herself to her feet, grabbed the milk carton, and poured it on the oatmeal before sticking it in the microwave. It was then when she noticed the small camera by the toaster. The corners of her lips tugged up into a smile. She moved the toaster a bit and picked up the camera.

She checked to see if it was on and kept it facing her.

"Hello, whoever decided to prank me this morning." Sigyn tried to look stern but couldn't stop her smile from widening. Pranks were not uncommon and were definitely to be expected in this house, especially since Loki lived here.

Continuing addressing the camera, Sigyn said: "I don't know for sure who did this but I have a good list that I could pick from. Have fun cleaning it up."

She hit the stop button and turned the camera off. The microwave beeped, signaling that the oatmeal was down. Sigyn set the camera on the countertop in plain sight and wrote a little note before taking the bowl out of the microwave.

As she sat down on one of the stools to eat, she let outa little laugh. The prank was clearly intended for her; nobody else got up as early as her. Thor did come downstairs a few times to grab something to eat at night since he had a bottomless pit for a stomach but the care put into it with the camera and the placement meant she was the target. She wasn't mad - it had annoyed her a bit at first but then the hilarity of the prank settled in and she had to hand it to whoever took the time to set it up. Cleaning up the mess was punishment enough.

The colorful, plastic balls were spread out in the kitchen. One more bounced out of the first cupboard and rolled toward the living room. She couldn't imagine where they had come from but at least she had a fun story to tell her coworkers.

If you have any suggestions for pranks, feel free to let me know. I'm open to any ideas.