A/N: Goodness, sorry for the slight wait – I had a few unexpected family things to attend to, but I'm back! And thank you guys so much for the reviews, favorites, and alerts! Annnnnnnd guess what! SaiSaiLove has drawn an AMAZING piece of fanart based off the last chapter! I absolutely love it and was so excited that I literally danced around my house at six in the morning – my parents were almost worried ^^'. Thanks again for all the support guys! :D Anyways, I hope this chapter, despite its slight shortness, is enjoyable! And I still don't own the Avengers, Nutella, or Poptarts.
Loki relished in the tension that had been building in the air for the past two hours. He still hadn't reverted back to his normal, male form. He smiled a creepy smile at Tony who was sitting at the complete opposite side of the couch from the trickster. The man of iron could not help the few shivers that found their way down his spine. Steve had busied himself with a puzzle on the coffee table at the center if the room and refused to look up at any costs. Bruce was hiding behind a two-week-old newspaper in a chair across from Tony. Thor – who was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen – was happily gorging himself with every flavor of Poptart to ever be created, and neither the hawk nor the widow had been seen since Loki's transformation.
Loki looked back at Tony and stared at him for three minutes straight until the billionaire broke the silence.
"Is that headpiece really necessary? I mean really? Every time I look at you I feel like my eyeballs are going to be gouged out." Loki merely smirked.
"But it is part of this outfit, and I cannot have an incomplete outfit," the momentary female god replied in an almost whiny tone. There came a muffled scoff from behind Banner's newspaper.
"Then change outfits," Tony said sternly. Loki huffed and pouted.
"But these are the only clothes that fit me," the god said in a very convincing sad voice. Tony contemplated a few seconds before shouting rather loudly, "Natasha we need you now!" to which the reply of, "No," came. Unfortunately for everyone, it was Pepper's day off and she had flown to somewhere in Italy to escape both of the Avengers' and Loki's chaos. Tony face-palmed at the situation.
"If you don't help, I'll tell everyone about the thing under your bed with the-," Tony was cut off by Natasha who stormed into the living room and hoisted Tony off the couch by his shirt.
"If you say anything else, you'll be dead before you can finish your sentence," the widow said sternly. Bruce buried himself deeper behind the newspaper he was still hiding behind. Steve began to slowly make his way to behind the chair that Banner currently occupied. "Nobody move another inch," Natasha barked at them. Loki raised a feminine eyebrow.
"Oh I see. Yes, I do believe her clothes would fit," the god said with an understanding smile.
"What?" the widow asked darkly. Loki smirked.
"Mr. Stark does not approve of my current attire; would you assist me in finding a more suitable outfit?" he said with a mock pout.
"Are you kidding me?" Natasha growled as she glared from the trickster to Tony – who still hadn't been released from her grip.
"Not at all I'm afraid," Loki said, feigning sympathy. Natasha glared at him again before throwing Tony back on to the couch and grabbing the god's right horn. Loki let out a shriek in protest and let out a long string of Asgardian profanity as the super assassin forcibly dragged him across the living room, down the hall, and into her room. Loki couldn't quite contain his shock as he made eye contact with Clint who was tied to a chair and gagged with something pink. Natasha dropped Loki on the floor as she made her way to her closet. She disappeared into it for a few seconds, then emerged with couple of interestingly colored items which she through at Loki before literally kicking him out of her room and slamming the door. Loki smirked as he heard a few sounds of struggle that most undoubtedly came from Clint.
The prankster laughed quietly at the hawk's unfortunate fate as he walked into his own room. He surveyed the clothes he had acquired.
"You've got to be kidding…" he muttered as he stared at the fluffy, snow flake covered pajama pants and the large Avengers T-shirt in his hands. He grimaced as he changed into the atrocious clothes. After carefully removing his headpiece, he pulled his hair back into a messy bun. He glanced at his reflection before he made his way back into the living room.
The other Avengers went slack-jawed as they watched the god calmly walk into the kitchen, grab a jar of Nutella and a large spoon, and then walk into the living room and sit cross-legged onto the couch. Tony snickered at the trickster's rather unfitting outfit. Steve – who had finally come out from behind Bruce's chair – furrowed his brow at the fact that Loki was wearing a shirt that had all of the Avengers on it. Banner raised an eyebrow at Loki's current hairdo. Thor – who had actually gotten full from eating too many Poptarts – laughed abruptly as he took in his brother's appearance.
"You know you could just revert back to your original form and avoid such humiliation, right dear brother?" the God of Thunder said amidst his uncontrollable laughter. Loki merely smirked. There was an odd noise from the direction of the widow's room before Natasha and Clint slowly walked into the living room – the hawk was cradling the left side of his face as if it had been injured. The widow scoffed at Loki.
"You're seriously wearing those?" she said in almost disbelief. Loki simply grinned at her before stretching out on the couch – effectively pushing Tony off.
"Yes, and you're not getting these clothes back – they are quite comfortable," the god said with a smug smirk.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, and you know the drill – feedback = Nutella = quicker (as long as I can stop randomly having problems ^^') updates! Stay awesome out there! :D