A/N: This lovely chapter was requested by the awesome AllieSnow. It was really fun to write and I hope you enjoy! :D I don't own the Avengers, Loki, or Nutella!
It was a Tuesday when Loki found himself with the nasty chore of retrieving the pizzas from the almost always annoying delivery person. He harshly opened the main door on the ground floor of the tower. The man holding the pizzas didn't seem fazed by the god's swift movements. Loki noted that the delivery man's name was Alexander. He handed the Trickster a stack of pizzas.
"Have you seen a man by the name of Daniel anywhere?" he asked. Loki simply scowled at the man and would've verbally insulted him had a younger man not staggered into the dumpster across the street and screamed in horror. "DANIEL!" Alexander shrieked and ran off towards what appeared to Loki as a very drunk and confused mortal. It was only after he turned and closed the door behind him that he realized he hadn't paid for the pizza. He simply shrugged and sighed in content as the lovely scents of the Midgardian dish filled his nostrils. He expertly stole a piece of Tony's favorite kind, the Supreme which had "everything on it". Supreme enough for a king, Loki thought.
Once he made it back to the main floor, it was practically a war zone as everyone fought for their share of the divine food. How easy it would have been to take over this realm if he had simply shown up with endless pizza. The rest of the night continued in utter peace. The only strange occurrence Loki noticed was how Thor retired to his chambers early. Perhaps he wished to contact his Lady Jane. The younger god decided all was well as the night finished as it normally would, and a content sigh escaped him as he snuggled up in his Iron Man themed bed sheets – he would kill any and all who find out about those.
. . .
Loki was awoken by an all too familiar battle cry. Thor was shouting at an intruder no doubt. The God of Mischief grumbled incoherently under his breath as he summoned his more casual armor. He briskly sauntered to the living room where the God of Thunder was still shouting.
"Oh what in Hel is going on?" Loki spouted when he was met with the sight of Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, and Natasha facing off against his older "brother." Thor spun around when he heard his voice.
"My brother! You have come to help me escape these mortals, yes?"
"What?! No, Thor what?"
"They must have kidnapped me last night so I wouldn't be present for my coronation!"
"Your what?" Loki would've been ashamed of how his voice rose in pitch had he not been so caught off guard. Thor seemed personally offended.
"My coronation, when I officially become king. What pathetic rock have you been under, Loki?" The Trickster ignored the "pathetic" comment and pointed at the Thunderer.
"Thor, look at your hair; it's different then you remember, correct?" Thor looked down in bewilderment and grabbed at his long golden locks.
"You've been up to your tricks again Loki! What is the meaning of this?" he demanded. Loki sighed and shared a look with Steve who was standing closest to him.
"It always bothers me when people say 'again' – like when did I ever stop tricking people?" he commented snarkily. Steve nodded his assent. Thor scoffed.
"Come, Loki, let us leave these petty people and return to Asgard so I may assume the throne." Loki rolled his eyes and cast a simple sleep enchantment on the Thunderer. Once Thor was completely unconscious the Avengers immediately started freaking out.
"What the fuck is happening?" Clint questioned loudly over everyone else. Loki looked like a mother of triplets who hadn't slept in years.
"It seems that Thor has lost all memory of everything after the morning of his coronation," the younger god explained.
"How long ago was his coronation?" Steve asked, his voice remaining calm.
"A few years ago – it was coincidentally the same day that he was banished to Midgard and when I found out my true parentage." The Avengers all shared concerned looks.
"Can we help bring his memory back?" Natasha queried. Loki began pacing around the God of Thunder, trying to discern what the cause of his amnesia could be. He stopped and sighed – he was going to have to wake Thor in order to properly assess the situation.
"I must wake him," he said pseudo-calmly.
"Should we tie him up or something first?" Clint practically screeched.
"Definitely not; he will think we are attacking him and try to kill us all," Loki deadpanned. Tony chuckled.
"'Try' being the key word," he snarked.
"You think this a mere game, Stark? Thor was always so ruthless and barbaric before he befriended your kind!"
"Okay, so we'll all just sit on the couch and act natural," Steve chimed in. Everyone silently agreed, and calmly sat in their normal spots in the living room. Loki undid his sleep enchantment and nervously watched Thor regain consciousness. The older god squirmed and blinked his eyes open. It didn't take long for him to come to his senses. The Thunderer jumped to his feet and looked ready for battle.
"Loki," he said in a confused manner. "We must get back to Asgard…" Loki straightened his posture and spoke with the authority of a parent.
"Thor, we are to remain here with our friends." The other Avengers calmly noted Loki's use of the word friend. "None of these people wish to harm you, and we will not harm them." Thor's brow furrowed in poorly concealed rage. He chuckled somewhat darkly.
"'Friends'? I am friends with no mortals!" he exclaimed. The God of Mischief miraculously kept his composure.
"These mortals are the mightiest of warriors in all the nine realms," he stated calmly. Thor scoffed.
"Perhaps these lowly beings are fitting friends for you Loki, but I must return to Asgard now." And with that the God of Thunder power walked out of the living room. The others watched in slight horror as Loki slowly curled up into a ball on the couch. Tony quickly grabbed a jar of Nutella out of the kitchen and knelt down next to the Trickster. The god curled even more into himself thus rejecting the holy substance. There was a collective gasp from the heroes.
Thor abruptly ran back into the room shouting something about not being able to lift his hammer. In one fluid motion, Loki grabbed the Nutella from Tony and threw it at Thor.
"I'm sorry, Mjolnir doesn't answer to assholes," he screeched valiantly before teleporting away. Natasha immediately got up and calmly walked out of the room as if she knew exactly where the Liesmith had gone. Clint and Tony were practically rolling on the floor with laughter, and Thor seemed quite offended and confused.
. . .
It didn't take long for the widow to locate the Trickster. He was sitting on the highest balcony with his legs hanging over the edge like a child. She silently sat next to him and waited for him to speak.
She only had to wait a few seconds.
"Come to cheer me up, dear Widow?" There was venom in his voice.
"Actually I just wanted to comment on how your brother is the epitome of a dick."
"We are not related," he spat firmly.
"Yeah, just like I'm not a Russian assassin."
"I'm not sure I follow." Natasha sighed.
"What I'm saying is that I understand how your past can come back and haunt you." Loki finally met her gaze. "Is this what Thor was like growing up?" she asked gently.
"Basically," he started a bit uneasily. "I've always come second to Thor – even though I'm clearly more intelligent and tactful."
"What made him change?"
"You humans – well, specifically Jane – but your bravery and strength is unlike that any of other mortal beings either of us have ever seen." Loki could feel heat rise up in his cheeks as he suddenly realized something.
"What is it?" Natasha prodded quietly. The Trickster avoided her gaze.
"You mortals have changed me…..I no longer wish to cause extreme harm to innocent beings….What the fucking hell?! Am I a hero? What?" It took all of the Widow's self-control not to laugh at him.
"Okay, calm down Mega Mind. You're not a saint, but you're not a complete asshole – anymore – oh my god are you crying?!" Loki actually sniffled. "Why don't you channel your emotion into some cognitive recalibration and go beat the shit out of Thor?" The god simply nodded. Natasha rolled her eyes as she escorted him back down to the main floor where they all took residence. They almost weren't surprised when they saw the Hulk sitting on top of a very angry Thor.
"PUNY GOD FIX MUSCLE GOD!" the rage monster ordered. Loki nodded and held out his right hand. The others could hear a swooshing noise.
"You have my blessings to break physics," Clint chirped as he saw Mjolnir fly into view. The God of Mischief epically caught the hammer just as the Hulk got off of Thor.
"What is happening?" the God of Thunder spat.
"You know Thor, I'm actually adopted, and do you know what that means? Odin and Frigga chose me as their son, but they are stuck with you!" Loki hurled the hammer as hard as he possibly could at the Thunderer's face.
. . .
Loki once again found himself with the task of retrieving the Avengers' pizza. He calmly noted that the delivery boy looked suitably more normal than the last one. After paying for the food – dang – he returned to the main living quarters.
Everyone else was patiently waiting for him so they could all watch a curious movie by the name of Aladdin. Loki sighed in content as he watched both the film and Thor out of the corner of his eye. The older god had no memory of his lapse, and was as much a huge puppy dog as he normally was – though the others agreed not to mention the fact that Loki could still wield Mjolnir. The younger god winked at Natasha when their eyes met.
"Dude, Genie is so freaking cool," Clint mumbled between bites of pizza. Loki mentally agreed – he really liked Genie's humor and use of magic.
Later that night, the God of Mischief smiled in content as he snuggled up in his new Black Widow themed bed sheets – he had friends, and he was happy.
A/N: Whoo! I hope you enjoyed! If you have an idea for future chapters please send a request, and if you have requested I am currently working on those chapters! :D Stay awesome out there!