A/N: Sorry for the bit of a wait – I was traveling again. Sorry if Loki seems a bit dark in this chapter (he is Loki after all) but I blame the feels. This is a continuation of the last chapter by the way. ^^ Anywhose, thanks for all the support, and I hope you enjoy! :) And I don't own the Avengers, Nutella, or Poptarts.

Tony simply glared at what used to be his living room. Various drinks had been spilt on almost every single square inch of the floor, one of the windows was completely covered in Nutella, Thor was literally buried in boxes of Poptarts, Steve was curled up in a ball on top of the refrigerator, Clint and Natasha were sitting back to back on the kitchen counter, Bruce was nonchalantly sipping coffee on the balcony, and half of the furniture was still on the ceiling.

"LOKI!" he said loudly, anger dripping from his voice. He saw an arm pop up from behind an overturned ottoman and noticed that the trickster's legs were splayed over it.

"If you wish to speak face to face, Mortal, than you will have to come over here." Came the muffled reply. Tony grumbled something about lazy gods as he stomped over to the Asgardian. The man of iron couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face as he looked down at Loki, who was half tangled in his cape with Mjonir sitting proudly on his chest.

"Now how is it that we came to this little situation?" the billionaire asked; the smirk growing as Loki rolled his eyes and grumbled something inaudible.

The previous night had been very rough in the Avenger's household. Odin and Frigga had had to leave before dinner was finished due to some important Asgardian matters – though Loki still had his doubts about that. Just before the All-father and his wife departed, Odin had escorted a very disgruntled Loki back inside after their little heart-to-heart conversation on the balcony.

The others were a tad worried as Loki slowly made his way back to the table after his adoptive parents left. Thor held his breath as he watched his brother's face redden. The trickster suddenly jumped up from his seat with great force. Before his chair even clattered to the ground, the younger god was at the fully stocked bar at the other side of the living room.

"Brother, I would not advise doing that!" Thor shouted as he ran over to Loki.

"Let the guy have a drink, obviously he needs it…and I did offer him one a long time ago," Tony said calmly.

"No, you don't understand; when Loki indulges in alcoholic drinks he loses most control of his magic," the God of Thunder explained as he tried to stop his brother from concocting a beverage. Loki merely shrugged him off, and downed whatever he had been making. There was an ominous popping noise as the prankster sighed slightly.

"Ah, that's the good stuff," the god said contently as he quickly began to mix another drink. Thor, after failing again to stop Loki, ran off to the kitchen and quickly came back with a large jar of Nutella.

"Wouldn't you rather have this, Brother? Mother thinks it's the most powerful thing in all of Yggdrasil!" the older god said desperately. Loki glanced at Thor for a moment before grinning – which worried the other Avengers even more – and taking the Nutella from Thor.

"Brother, you have actually proven that you have some form of intelligence," Thor narrowed his eyes at that, "this is exactly what I need!" the God of Mischief said happily as he began to mix the holy, hazelnut spread into his drink.

"This isn't going to end well is it?" Bruce asked uneasily; the others nodded in unison. Loki downed his drink in one go; everyone stood in slight battle stances as they waited to see what would happen. The younger god hiccupped ever so slightly.

"Just two drinks are all he can handle?" Clint asked in disbelief. Loki glared at him.

"For you information, mortal, I have quite the tolerance. If I recall, my last record was about 524 kegs of Asgard's finest ale," the trickster said in a matter of fact tone. Tony's jaw dropped.

"We soooo need to go drinking together," he said as the others looked at him disapprovingly.

"Brother, please, I still think this is unwise!" Thor pleaded.

"Who said I was wise?" Loki muttered as he made some odd hand gestures.

"What are you doing?" Natasha asked, worry lining her tone.

"Summoning a…..well, that didn't quite work…" the younger god said as he held up the box of Poptarts that had appeared in his hands. He had been trying to summon a cup of Asgardian ale. He looked up at Thor with a sly smirk. "Here, Brother, have infinite Poptarts!" he said wildly as he summoned countless boxes of the God of Thunder's favorite food. Thor couldn't decide if he was happy or terrified, but the Avengers never heard his reaction as the older god became buried under the boxes.

"Dude, what else can you do?" Clint asked eagerly. Loki smiled slightly, the embarrassment from his parents' visit wearing off. He snapped his fingers, and a disco ball appeared of the ceiling.

"Well, that works too," the trickster muttered as he downed another drink. And so the night progressed as a rave filled with failed magic. Loki was glad that he had managed to distract everyone else from his "daddy issues" as Tony called them. However, he wasn't surprised when Thor broke out of his pile of Poptarts, caught Loki, and put Mjolnir on his chest. The younger god looked up at him. "What is this? A new form of sentiment?" He laughed a little darkly. "Sentiment! What a lie!"

"Brother, you shall stay here, in this spot, until you can properly act, and until you can tell me the real meaning of sentiment," Thor said commandingly.

"Would you like that handwritten or typed?" Loki said with a smirk. The God of Thunder merely shook his head and made his way back to his large pile of Poptarts. Loki glared at him as he walked away.

"You're such a kill-joy!" Tony shouted after Thor. The God of Mischief closed his eyes and concentrated on trying to summon another drink, but was annoyed when the furniture suddenly appeared on the ceiling.

"What did I tell you about breaking physics?" Clint shouted as he pointed at the now furnished ceiling. Loki merely shrugged – or at least did his best to since Mjolnir didn't allow for much movement.

Back in the present, Loki attempted to shrug again as Stark continued to smirk at him.

"You're on clean up duty, Daddy's Boy," Tony said as he turned to go rouse the sleeping God of Thunder. Loki rolled his eyes and muttered a chain of Asgard's finest profanity.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed and would like to send me any feedback, prompts, or ideas – I love them all! :D Stay awesome out there!