A/N: Whoo! Sorry about the wait – band camp kinda cuts in on writing time! But that's done now so I can update now! I hope you enjoy this chapter (I had a little too much fun writing it) ^^. It was inspired by the Target commercial about the Avengers, so…poor Loki. ^^' Anywho, I don't own the Avengers, Poptarts, or Target.

Many of the Avengers had figured out that if anyone made Loki feel any sort of negative feelings they would all have to suffer through a long chain of mischievous and borderline dangerous pranks. Unfortunately for everyone, after the little circus incident Loki was feeling everything but positive. Natasha grimaced as yet another bowel of her favorite cereal turned into floating eyeballs that stared at her until she unhappily threw them away. Steve sighed at his reflection in the bathroom as he combed his hand through his newly colored, emerald hair. Tony, who was sporting new cuts and bruises from a haywire, experimental robot, was complaining about the fact that Bruce had yet to be pranked. Clint was nowhere to be found. Thor tried to explain that this was how Loki expressed his emotions and that things would soon calm down.

"I hope you're right, because his pranks are becoming more dangerous," said a slightly disheveled Bruce Banner who was dragging a barely conscious Hawkeye behind him. "I found him hanging by his bow from the top floor of the tower." The others looked from the agent to Thor who crossed his arms.

"Loki is still understandably unhappy with Clint," the God of Thunder said defensively before walking off to the kitchen. He pulled a box of Poptarts from one of the many cabinets. Just as he was reaching into the box, it burst into green flames. The god dropped the burning box and stamped out the flames. He held back a sob as he poked the sad remains of his beloved food. Thor stood up slowly, clenching his fists. "LOKI!" he shouted angrily. A form slowly came out from the shadows. Loki's head was hung low in shame; he knew he had finally taken it too far. He hesitantly walked over to his older brother. "Brother, why?"

"I-I…I just," Loki began hesitantly, but was cut off by Tony.

"Oh hell no! I have had enough of your personal problems that always destroy my tower! You…everyone is in need of punishment: Stark style!" the man of iron said, or rather shouted, as he stood up to face everyone. Natasha and Steve – who had walked into the room after the Poptarts had their untimely combustion – gave each other an uneasy look.

They gave the same look as they faced the Super Target in front of them. The drive over there had been the epitome of awkward. Clint, who had somehow recovered quickly from being loki'd, crossed his arms.

"Really? A freaking Target?" he shouted like an unhappy child.

"Yes," Tony said in a matter-of-fact tone. "But I have a plan. Hey, Reindeer Games, do you still have that horrid helmet of yours?"

Loki looked at him as a young child would look at someone who stole their candy.

"My helmet isn't horrid…" he said quietly.

"Yes, my brother always has his armor," Thor answered as he glared at Loki – the God of Thunder needed to avenge his Poptarts.

"Good!" Tony said as he clapped his hands together. They had just entered the Target and were somewhat pleased (except for Loki) to see quite a bit of merchandise in their honor. Tony turned to face the God of Mischief. "As punishment for trying to subjugate the Earth, almost destroying my tower, and making my life incredibly difficult you have to wear all of your armor in this store." Loki smirked.

"Really? That's all?" the god said, raising his eyebrow. Tony nodded and was given many concerned looks.

"Just remember, this is your atonement. Oh, and you can't leave or take off your armor until we say so," Tony said with his own smug smirk. Loki smirked back and concentrated his magic until his Midgardian clothes were replaced with his most recent battle attire.

"See, it isn't har-," Loki was cut off by the squeal of a child.

"IT'S LOKI!" another child shouted.

"GET HIM!"

Loki barely had enough time to properly react before he literally bolted away from the Avengers as several small children darted at him. Clint smirked.

"I see what you did there," the hawk said smugly. A young boy that couldn't have been any older than four ran up to the Avengers. He lifted a toy version of Captain America's shield and saluted to them.

"Don't worry, we got this!" he said before running after the other children. Steve almost teared up a little. The others couldn't help but laugh a little as they heard Loki scream in the distance.

The younger god jumped and somersaulted out of an aisle as he dodged a toy Mjolnir. He sprinted full speed in the opposite direction and let loose a long line of profanity. He jumped behind a few boxes. A few workers glanced warily at him to which he smiled in an attempt to comfort them. Unfortunately, the workers just turned and ran away. The trickster closed his eyes and concentrated. He couldn't harm the children of course, but he had no idea how to stop them.

"There he is!" Loki jumped up and bolted again. He serpentined through the aisles then made a break for it. The god literally leaped into the women's restroom. An elderly woman shrieked and proceeded to beat him with her purse.

"Mom, what have I told you about violence in public!" a younger woman said sternly as she pried her mother off of Loki. The older lady grumbled something that sounded like an insult before stomping off and out of the restroom. The younger woman helped Loki up off the ground.

"Sorry about that, she really is sweet when you get to know her. Now, do explain why you barged into the lady's restroom unannounced?" the woman said sternly. Loki looked up at her, shame flooding his features.

"The children, they are chasing after me with the intention of capturing me under the pretense that I am still a villain," the prankster said quietly. The woman looked him up and down before grabbing his right wrist and dragging him out. The children encircled them as soon as they left the restroom.

"Listen up, this man is not here to do any harm and is not in need of being captured. Now, who wants to go get autographs from all of the Avengers?" All of the children immediately assented and eagerly ran off to find the others. Loki breathed a sigh of relief then turned to face the woman.

"Thank yo-," Loki was cut off – yet again – by the woman.

"Do you promise to never again try to take over the world?" Loki nodded his assent. "Good then that's all the thanks I need," the woman said with a small smile before turning to walk away. Loki watched her leave with a look of bewilderment. Midgardians are….odd. He thought before turning to go find the Avengers. But they have more power than any god I know.

A/N: Loki has a heart! Anyways I hope you enjoyed, I always love feedback (really it makes my day every time!) ^^ And as always if you have any requests, ideas, prompts, or anything of the like, I'd love to work with them! :D Stay awesome out there!