A/N: I apologize for the lateness of this chapter – finals take up a lot of time. ^^' I'm currently working on the Christmas special! But if you have any last minute requests, I may be able to work them in :) Do enjoy!

It was a Thursday, again. Thor was happily flying about the city in the crisp early November air. He enjoyed the peace and quiet – he would never admit it, but the other Avengers were actually louder on a normal day than Loki was at his worst. His thoughts traced around his brother and his friends, then Jane. He hadn't seen her in much too long. Now that he thought about it, he actually hadn't seen her in two years. He should probably do something about that. He mused further on the subject for a few seconds before noticing a strange flash of light that appeared bellow him. Perhaps Jane would have to wait a little longer. The god gracefully landed at the entrance of what seemed to be an abandoned mansion. There was an abrupt curse from the Thunderer before he was engulfed in a dense mist.

. . .

"BY THE WRATH OF ODIN! STARK, YOU WILL PAY FOR THAT WHICH YOU HAVE DONE!" The God of Mischief proclaimed as he watched his kart fall off what the mortals referred to as the Rainbow Road. The billionaire in question stifled another laugh as he easily completed another lap in Mario Kart.

"Chill out Reindeer Games," he said smoothly as he managed a sip of whisky mid-turn – yeah, Tony Stark is that talented. Loki's glare would've given even the Hulk nightmares (if he had nightmares, that is).

"It's not our fault that you're really experienced with falling off of rainbow things into an abyss," Hawkeye chimed in. The Trickster scoffed at that comment and dropped his controller as he stood. He ignored the others as he made his way towards the hallway. There was a knock on one of the large windows that led to the balconies. Everyone froze. All eyes fell on a pair of stoic ravens that were now perched on the balcony. Loki immediately appeared outside. The Avengers watched from their places in the living room as the god slowly held out both of his arms with his back to them. Both ravens gracefully flew over and landed on his arms. The Liesmith bowed his head in concentration as if he was listening to something very important. "Those are big birds…" Clint said in an astonished tone. They continued watching as Loki's shoulders tensed, and the ravens flew away. The god didn't move.

"Hey, Loki, is everything okay?" Steve asked uneasily. The Mischief Maker slowly turned to face the heroes; his armor magically appearing on him.

"Loki?" Bruce prodded.

"They have Thor…"

"What?" Everyone else asked at once. But Loki simply vanished into thin air.

"Hey, guys what's going on?" Natasha chimed in as she entered the room from the hallway. The others shrugged.

"I have Mr. Laufeyson's coordinates, Mr. Stark," J.A.R.V.I.S. mentioned.

"Right then, shall we assemble?" Tony said with uncertainty.

. . .

Loki appeared in front of a decrepit mansion on the outskirts of town. He wasn't entirely sure what he was about to walk into, but Odin's ravens seemed adamant that Thor needed his help. And it seemed to be quite serious because the All-father would never contact the God of Mischief directly unless the Golden Son was in extreme danger. That or Frigga had been involved – that seemed likely. The Trickster's thoughts briefly traced over his mother – he missed her – though he probably wouldn't admit it. He calmly walked through the dark entrance of the mansion. He willed some of his magic to well in his hands, and a green light began to emit from them. The god took in his surroundings, clicking his tongue in disgust. A white figure moved in his peripheral vision. Loki spun around, battle ready, but there was nothing there. His eyes scrutinized everything in the room. Deeming that he was alone, he turned to face one of the doors. The sound that escaped his throat when he was met with the sight of a floating, white apparition was quite embarrassing – though, luckily none of the Avengers were there to hear him. He stood in his normal battle stance as he studied the frightening ghost.

"What are you?" the god asked in a hushed voice. The creature stuck its tongue out at him and wagged it around. "How dare you, foul beast!" Loki shot a beam of gold magic at it. It made a terrified sound and flew above him. Silently cursing the apparition, he tried a different spell that resulted in the ghost making an unnatural popping sound and vanishing in a puff of smoke. A few large golden coins fell to the floor in front of the Trickster. He slowly approached them. He cautiously touched one with his foot. It disappeared and a strange high-pitched noise chimed. His brow furrowed. He touched another one and was met with the same result.

"What in Helheim is going on!?" Loki grumbled as he attempted to kick the rest of the coins. After the incessant beeping/chiming noise died down, the god studied the room again. "THOR!" he shouted. There was no response. Loki cursed under his breath. Another ghost appeared behind him, making strange noises and wagging its tongue about. Without turning, the God of Mischief decimated the creature with one bolt of magic. The lights in the room abruptly came on. The god's eye brows raised in question. He noticed a flight of stairs to his right and cautiously approached it. They seemed stable enough. Loki gracefully climbed the stairs as he eyed a door on the second level of the mansion. He quickly walked over to it and jiggled the handle, but it was locked.

"Hmph!" The Trickster grunted in annoyance. He willed more magic into his hands and punched straight through the door. After working the rest of the way through the door, the god took in his new surroundings. He was in a dark, ominous hallway. He rolled his eyes. Raising his hands in the air, he forced every door to rip off its hinges and fall to the floor.

"There, that should make it easier," Loki muttered to himself. Unfortunately, two older looking ghosts appeared from a couple of the rooms and screamed at him. Keeping his composure, he swiftly ended their existences. He smirked smugly at his handy work. Then he heard a baby cry. "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Loki screeched as a giant ghost baby came bounding through the hallway straight toward him. Without hesitation, the god turned and bolted back towards the door of the main entrance.

. . .

"Stark, do you see anything yet?" Steve impatiently hissed through his headset.

"Calm down, Old Man. Loki's coordinates lead to an abandoned mansion. There's nothing here," Tony spat as he flew over said mansion.

"Loki isn't exactly the epitome of subtle. If he is there, it would be pretty obvious," Natasha remarked. Tony was about to retort with a witty comeback when the whole left side of the mansion exploded in a brilliant green light.

. . .

At this point in his "rescue mission" to save Thor, Loki was simply running around and blowing everything up. It's not that he was afraid of ghosts – his daughter was the ruler of Hel after all – it was simply just the fact that there were so many of the apparitions. They kept popping up out of nowhere and dropping coins. He muttered a curse as he set another hallway on fire and effectively vaporized six ghosts at once. Thor had to be somewhere close – Loki was running out of mansion to blow up! The Trickster stopped abruptly at the sound of a fearsome rawr. It had sounded from behind a pair of large wooden doors. The God of Mischief quickly approached the doors and kicked them open with his right leg.

"Ah! Luigi, you have found me!" A large shelled beast shouted at the sight of the god.

"What?!" Loki hissed as he attempted to take in the scene in front of him. The previously mentioned beast was standing in front of a painting that appeared to be moving. "I am not 'Luigi' – I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am here to liberate my pathetic oaf of a brother!" The beast growled, and the picture behind him appeared to move. Then Loki heard it.

Brother! I am here! Get me out and we'll take the beast together!

Loki took a closer look at the painting behind the beast. He could see Thor waving his arms at him.

"Why have you trapped Thor in a painting? Wait, never mind, you have annoyed me too much," The younger god stated as he approached the fiend in front of him.

"I am Bowser! You will never defea-," Bowser's proclamation was cut off by a quick flash of Loki's dagger. The beast choked on his words as he fell to the ground. Sneering in disgust, the Mischief Maker quickly ran over to the painting of Thor. The God of Thunder kept waving his big arms and pointing in Loki's direction.

"Yes, yes, do be patient, Brother, I am going to free you."

Behind you!

The ex-villain whipped around and was met with the sight of Bowser who was standing now and about to incinerate him with a fire ball. A shield abruptly bashed the beast in the head and interrupted his concentration. He was then blown aside by a repulser blast. A black arrow suddenly pierced Bowser's shell and he was literally blown to bits. Loki blinked in shock. The Avengers blinked back at him.

"What the hell?" Tony asked bluntly.

"I have no idea," Loki stated.

"Oh my god! This is fucking Luigi's mansion, isn't it?!" Clint half screeched.

"I care not to no whose mansion this is – I am so done with it!" The God of Mischief shouted as he willed his magic to engulf what was left of the building. Within the blink of an eye, all six of the Avengers and Loki found themselves in the main living room of Stark Tower. The younger god calmly began to indulge in more of his nutella.

"Perhaps we should hold off on anything related to Mario…" Clint mumbled as he exchanged questioning glances with his fellow Avengers.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Stay awesome out there!