A/N: Dear God it feels like I time traveled...I'm really, really sorry that it has taken me so long to update! Between school, band, other projects, and my computer dying it was very hard to get this chapter out...Buuuut it's out now! Yay! And it's not the last! I don't plan on ending this series anytime soon - it's way too fun to write! I will update much faster in the future, and I hope you enjoy!

Tony Stark groggily woke up around 5:03 in the morning. He wearily rubbed his face with oil stained hands.

"JARVIS, what is today?"

"It is Monday, September-,"

"Monday?"

"Yes, sir."

"Oh shi-," Tony said loudly before he was abruptly caught up in a silver net. A recording of Loki's voice echoed through his bedroom.

"I would say that you have been 'Loki'd', but this was far more than a prank. You, pathetic mortal, have stolen from my personal stash of Nutella. Be glad that I have found myself in a forgiving mood. This is your only warning, Man of Iron. Touch my Nutella again, and I swear on Thor's love for Mjolnir that you will never walk straight again." Tony narrowed his eyes.

In the other room, Loki smiled happily to himself as he heard the billionaire scream. The net that Tony was in had begun to tighten at a very fast rate.

"JARVIS! Help!" he choked out. The AI sighed.

"Very well, sir," the computer said. Tony shrieked slightly as he was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor. The God of Mischief laughed slightly before contently licking a spoonful of Nutella.

. . .

At 7:20 Natasha quietly slipped into the kitchen. She was looking forward to feasting upon her apple butter toast. After putting the bread into the toaster, she calmly poured herself a cup of coffee. As she poured a healthy amount of French vanilla creamer into her cup, Clint sleepily sauntered into the kitchen. Natasha raised an eyebrow as she took a sip of her coffee. The master marksman grumbled something that sounded quite like a question.

"What?" the Widow asked. Clint merely mumbled something about coffee and took her cup. Natasha was about to scold the Hawk, but she was interrupted by a loud popping noise followed by a blinding flash. Clint shook his head but suddenly became aware of an odd feeling.

"Oh my God….." he heard his voice say, but he wasn't the one who had spoken. He looked up and gasped. Natasha tried to take in the sight of her body standing before her. "Clint?" she asked in a masculine voice.

"Yeah?" Came the too feminine reply. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents stared at the bottle of creamer that had been left o the counter. A single word had been etched on to the label in elegant handwriting: Loki'd.

Loki smirked as he watched the two assassins frantically attempt to figure out how to switch back to their own bodies from his unnoticed perch on top of the many cabinets in the kitchen.

. . .

The soft fabric of a red and blue decorative pillow crumpled from the pressure of being tightly hugged by a certain star-spangled captain. Steve hugged the pillow tighter as he watched various bombs explode across the large television screen in front of him. Bruce watched his fellow Avenger with a weary eye - maybe letting the super soldier watch a full length documentary of World War II wasn't the best of his ideas.

"You know," Loki's voice interrupted the scientist's thoughts, "if I had become king of this world, all warfare would've ended," the god said matter-of-factly. Both Bruce and Steve turned and glared at Loki, but were equally surprised to see that the trickster's eyes were glued to the television. "Or at least...I like to think so," he said, a touch of sadness and guilt etched in his voice. The lie-smith was shaken out of his trance when Thor's almost literally thunderous footsteps echoed down the hallway. "Uh-oh..." Loki quipped before sprinting full speed out of the room.

"I wonder what that was about..." Bruce mused aloud before gasping in shock. "Steve! Why are you glowing red?!" he half shouted. Steve looked down at his hands and narrowed his eyes - he was indeed glowing a faint red. The first Avenger glanced down at the pillow in his lap. He wasn't completely surprised when he finally noticed five small letters stitched onto the back of the pillow.

"Did you really just get Loki'd?" Bruce asked with a well hidden smirk - there weren't many perks to having the ability to turn into the Hulk, but one of the main ones was knowing that Loki wouldn't pull any annoying or stressful pranks on him for fear of being smashed.

"Ho, fellow Avengers!" Thor greeted as he walked into the living room. "Friend Steve! Why are you glowing?" the god said with much concern.

"Your brother," the super soldier said sternly.

"Loki did this? It seems so...childish," Thor said with a touch of disbelief. Steve simply gave him his I'm-Captain-America-so-your-argument-is-invalid look. Thor merely raised an eyebrow. Their stare off was interrupted by a very beat up Tony who limped into the living room.

"What happened to you?" asked a slightly amused Bruce.

"I don't want to talk about it..." Tony said as he tried to push past Thor to get to the kitchen. The God of Thunder stopped the man of iron with his right arm.

"Did my brother do this to you?"

"I said I don''t wanna talk about it," Tony said more forcefully as he forced his way around Thor, only to stop as a very terrified looking Natasha and a worried looking Clint slowly walked into the living room.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked.

"We have a little problem," the widow said as she motioned to the hawk who stood behind her, "Nat and I somehow switched bodies..." The other Avengers narrowed their eyes at the same time.

"Natasha what are you talking about?" Tony asked, trying to stifle a laugh. Clint (who was really Natasha) crossed his arms.

"I'm Natasha, Stark, and we would really like to fix this now. I don't think I trust Clint with my body."

"Did my brother do this to you?" Thor asked, disappointment taking hold of him. The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents nodded in unison.

"JARVIS, where's Loki?" Tony inquired as he still tried not to laugh at Clint and Natasha's predicament.

"He is currently hiding in the closet down the hall, sir," the AI replied with a touch of amusement in his computerized voice. All eyes turned to the hallway that led to their bedrooms. The Avengers slowly crept down the hall and gathered around the small linen closet. After mentally preparing himself, Thor ripped open the door. Loki, who had previously been sitting cross-legged like a child in the closet, threw colorful confetti at the Avengers, jumped out of the closet, and sprinted for the living room.

"Odin's beard! Loki get back here!" Thor shouted as he pushed past the other Avengers and ran after his brother. Loki was slightly shocked when he was tackled to the ground. The God of Thunder pinned the God of Mischief down as the other Avengers surrounded them. The younger god coughed lightly before looking up at the others; he tried using his most innocent look he could muster.

"Don't do that face! It may work on tumblr, it doesn't work on me," said Tony. Loki glared at him then attempted to push Thor off of him.

"Brother, I will let go after you fix Clint and Natasha, make Steve stop glowing, and apologize to Tony." The trickster grumbled something under his breath before reluctantly giving in. He muttered an ancient spell. Steve sighed in relief as his hands ceased to glow. There was a bright flash of light followed by two more sighs of relief.

"Thank god! Being a girl is...weird - no offense Nat!" Clint said as he touched his face with his hands.

"There, things are back to normal, now , do get off me Thor, you are quite heavy," Loki said with great strain in his voice. The God of Thunder shook his head.

"You haven't apologized to Tony yet." Loki growled slightly.

"He is the one that stole my Nutella, he deserved what he got." There was a minor stare off between Tony and the God of Mischief before Bruce cut in.

"Does the other guy need to ask you to apologize?" Loki blanched slightly before muttering a quick "sorry", and avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. Thor laughed slightly before getting off of his brother.

"But to just be on the safe side, Brother, at least until it is no longer Monday," the thunderer said as he summoned Mjolnir, "here you go!" Thor gently set the hammer on Loki's chest, and received a very offended glare. "Now friends! Shall we go watch what you call a movie?" The other Avengers unanimously agreed and happily sauntered off in a group to one of the many media rooms.

"THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO R!" Loki shouted after them. He knew there was no point in trying to move Mjolnir. This had to be the worst Mischief Monday ever. Oh well, he thought, at least there's always next week!

A/N: Poor Loki! ^^' And imaginary cookies go to anyone who found the Parle (it's a fantastic cosplay group!) reference! I have had a few requests that I will work on, but I am always open and eager for more! Thanks for reading and stay awesome out there! :D