A/N: Hello again! I must say I'm very pleased with the reactions and feedback that I got. It really does mean a lot to me! Anyway, I'm glad this series is enjoyable – it's quite fun to write! ^^ So without further adieu, I hope you enjoy! Oh and I don't own the Avengers or Nutella, or Poptarts.
It was his favorite food; his ambrosia, his love, his weakness. Tony Stark looked up into one of his many kitchen cabinets, a grin spreading across his face. He reached for it, hungry anticipation spreading throughout his entire body. He grabbed it gently and pulled it down to eye level. He hadn't been this excited in….awhile. Carefully cradling his prize, Tony fished a large spoon from his plethora of drawers and happily sauntered into his living room (which was thankfully empty). He carefully opened the precious container of his favorite substance, the absolutely wonderful – and addicting – Nutella.
It was well known in the Avenger household that Thor had a special appreciation for Poptarts. It was not well known however, that a certain God of Mischief had an uncontrollable love for sweets. Loki had always had a "sweet tooth" as the midgarians called it, even as a young child – he would always use his magic to attain as many cakes as possible from the kitchens in Asgard. Though he'd never admit it, that would be much too embarrassing.
But it was on a particular Monday morning that the Avengers found out about Loki's sugar addiction. Tony had barely begun to dig into his Nutella when everyone else filed into his living room. Loki sat down right next to Stark and relished the uncomfortable look he received. As the others found their own breakfasts – a cup of coffee and scrambled eggs for Hawkeye, a bowl of Apple Jacks for Black Widow, two boxes of Poptarts for Thor, an impressive omelet for Captain America, and a large waffle for Bruce Banner – Loki began babbling on about arbitrary things. Everyone tried to ignore it, but the god got louder and louder.
"Brother please, we would all just like to enjoy our food in peace," Thor quietly pleaded, sending a silent prayer to his father that his younger sibling would cease in his noise making. Loki paused only a second for a quick smirk, and started to make random noises with his tongue. There were a few groans – from Natasha and Bruce mainly – as the God of Mischief crescendoed in his erratic melody of clicking, buzzing, humming, and various other noises that were rather impossible for a mortal to make.
Thor gave everyone sans Loki a very apologetic look. This, everyone realized, was what Loki was normally like when he wasn't evil. Tony looked from the chaotic trickster sitting only inches away from him to his precious Nutella and thought hard. He was trying to decide between saving his sanity and his beloved hazelnut spread. Unfortunately for his taste buds, Tony's, and everyone else's sanity won. The man of iron carefully scooped a large spoonful of Nutella and when the time was right, gracefully shoved the spoon into Loki's mouth. The noise ceased immediately.
Loki froze for a moment from the utter shock of having a spoon suddenly appear in his mouth. But instead of pulling the spoon out like most of the room's occupants had figured the god would, the trickster slowly began to taste the substance that had infiltrated his mouth. His eyes widened, joy spreading throughout his features. A pale hand rose to grasp the handle of the spoon so as to pull it out and inquire what the substance was, but Tony stopped the god from removing the utensil. He held up the large container of Nutella and Loki's eyes widened even more.
"This is Nutella. It's the best thing in the entire world, and I will give this entire container to you if you don't make any noise whatsoever for the rest of the day," the billionaire calmly stated. A look of contemplation crossed the younger god's face; he then nodded enthusiastically reaching like a small child for the container. Tony pulled it back in reluctance. "No more noise, remember?" Loki rolled his emerald eyes and silently motioned for the container which Tony very slowly handed over.
True to his silent oath, Loki remained silent the rest of the day which utterly shocked Thor – since when did Loki keep his word when it came to his mischief? He watched as his younger adopted brother ate every single spoonful of the substance known as Nutella, and lick every ounce of it out of the container, complete joy showing on the trickster's face. The God of Thunder was going to have to figure out how to get this holy substance into Asgard.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed, and reviews are always enjoyed! And about future updates: I won't be able to update until after Saturday (I have to take the ACT – fun…) but I will do my best to update as soon as possible! And one last thing! If you, or any of your buddies, would like to submit a prompt or an idea to me I'd love to work with them ^^. Stay awesome out there!