Chapter 2: Thanksgiving Turkey

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Loki was walking down a street somewhere in the US, minding his own business and simply going about his daily tasks when he spotted something very curious. What was this curious thing, you ask? Well, it was actually a giant turkey that was walking toward him. Loki stared at him, undeniably curious as to what was going on. He hadn't known Midgard held (or contained) such curious creatures! How interesting. The giant turkey blushed, embarrassed by the stare, and Loki frowned in disappointment when he realized what it actually was.

"Hey, don't look at me like that; I was forced into this," the turkey-man defended sulkily. After all, it wasn't like he had wanted to be a turkey-man. He had been threatened, coerced, and frightened into this. Otherwise, you know, he wouldn't have been caught dead in the outfit.

"Of course," Loki drawled, putting just the right amount of disbelief into his tone so that the man would elaborate. What? Actually asking questions was for plebeians. No, he wasn't simply too lazy to ask a question, why were you even asking?

"I lost a bet with my son, okay? He's only five, but he had his mother backing him up you know. That's scary, I tell you. Scary. Now I've been stuffed inside a giant turkey costume on Thanksgiving Day," the turkey-man explained, still embarrassed beyond belief.

"Oh right, Thanksgiving's on this day," Loki replied, "I had totally forgotten about it!"

"How can you forget Thanksgiving, man? It's a national holiday!" the turkey-man exclaimed, shocked. It was a holiday, after all. A day of no school, no work, and yummy food. Who could forget something as awesome as that?

Loki just shrugged and said simply, "I'm not from around here."

"Oh, That explains it," the turkey-man said, understanding. He still couldn't help but feel some pity for the man though, since he was, after all, missing out on a holiday. Little did he know, that to Loki, who had no job or school, practically everyday was a holiday.

"Thanksgiving means it's Thursday, isn't it?" Loki mused with a sly smile, a wicked idea forming in his head. He practically purred, "I have to send my brother a gift."

"That's really nice of you, I wish my brother was that nice. Well, anyway, see ya around," the turkey man said, unaware of the machinations going on in the trickster's head. If he had known, he would have shaken his head in pity for Thor, then run away to hide under a rock to avoid his wrath, since he was the one who inspired Loki's idea.

"Bye," Loki waved, inwardly smirking and rubbing his hands in glee at the ideas that were forming in his head. Oh Thor, he thought, I can't wait till you get my gift.

The turkey-man waved back and walked away. Still unaware of what was going on, he thought, If I had a brother that nice, my life would be so much easier. But no, I got stuck with a psychopathic son and a vindictive wife. Little did he know of Loki's real intentions…

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Thanksgiving, known to all as the day of turkeys and thanks. Tony wasn't quite sure how they were related to each other, but hey, it gave everyone a holiday, so he certainly wasn't complaining. Because, you know, it was a holiday. And who could ever complain about a holiday? Holidays were awesome. Still, he didn't have that much of an idea about this particular holiday, and he just didn't get why he had to be the one explaining it to Thor. Really, why couldn't Steve be the one? Steve knew everything about Thanksgiving since it was an American holiday and would probably have been ecstatic if he was the one explaining the concepts to Thor.

Still, somehow the duty of explaining what was going on had fallen to Tony, so he was stuck with it, no matter how awkward he made it sound or how badly he did it.

"So, Thor, Thanksgiving is basically a holiday where you eat a lot of yummy foods and stuff and be thankful," Tony said awkwardly, not quite sure what more there was to it. Wasn't there something with pilgrims involved? But that was ridiculous, what did pilgrims have to do with turkeys? They were pilgrims, for God's sake.

"Okay," Thor agreed, and looked at him expectantly, as if he thought that Tony could explain or add anymore to it.

"Damn it Tony, you're doing a horrible job of explaining, let me," Steve interrupted impatiently, irritated at the way Tony was butchering a national holiday. It was almost blasphemy, that.

"Why'd ya make me do it in the first place…" Tony muttered, sulking internally. He knew he was bad at it, Steve didn't have to point it out like that. They all had their weak points.

Ignoring Tony entirely, Steve began to explain to Thor. "A long time ago-"

"Like thousands of years ago?" Thor asked hopefully, expecting to be right.

"Um, not that long," Steve said. "Thousands of years is a bit too long. It was more like hundreds of years."

"Oh," Thor said with a puzzled expression, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Then how is that a long time ago?"

"We think of time differently down here on earth," Tony commented. "Mortal, remember?"

"Oh yes, I forgot about that!" Thor exclaimed, brightening up now that everything made sense again.

Steve huffed, annoyed at all the interruptions. He was explaining something, dammit. It was rude to interrupt people when they were talking. Really, what was up with people these days? "As I was saying, a long time ago, some people came to North America. The journey was long and hard, and they faced a problem regarding food-"

"Why would they come if they faced so many problems?" Thor wondered, baffled that anybody would chase after something despite all the problems they faced. Ironically, he completely ignored how he chased after Loki despite being pushed away time and time again.

"To them, it was worth it," Steve explained. "So when they had all these problems, some of the natives decided to help them grow their crops."

"Why?" Thor questioned, being curious about anything. If total strangers came to Asgard and decided to live there forever, he certainly wouldn't be happy.

"Because they wanted to," Tony suggested. Steve gave him a look that told him what exactly he thought of that.

"Perhaps you'd like to continue the story?" Steve suggested sweetly.

"Nah, I'm good," Tony replied quickly, not wanting to have to be stuck with explaining again. Honestly though, next time, he would just pull up a Wikipedia page. Good old Wikipedia, helping and saving people everywhere. Now that's a true superhero, unlike the resident Captain America.

"Well, as I was saying," Steve continued on with explaining, "Since the natives helped them, they managed to survive and had a good harvest. To express their thanks, they held a feast that lasted three days. From that, we have the holiday Thanksgiving."

"Ah, I see, it is a harvest festival," Thor compared, "We have many harvest festivals on Asgard."

"I suppose you could say that," Steve quickly agreed, secretly relieved that his explanation put an end to an issue. Whew. Curious Thor was difficult to deal with.

At that moment, something went POP!

Immediately, Tony whipped his head around to glare at the offending item: another gift box. "Loki," Tony muttered darkly, disgruntled that Loki had once again managed to bypass as all his Tower's security measures. Shesh, he treated them as if they didn't even exist. Rude.

"What is that?!" Steve asked sharply, unaware of what happened last week. Tony wasn't sure why exactly Fury hadn't informed Steve yet, but he did not want to be stuck with the explaining thing again. It was annoying.

"Another 'gift' from our favorite psychopath," Tony answered, not really answering the question at all.

"Huh?" Steve was confused, very confused, since nobody had bothered to tell him anything.

"Just something that started last Thursday," Tony said with a shrug, silently enjoying that he knew something that Steve didn't. Man, it felt good to be a genius.

"Man of Iron, it is 'Thorsday'," Thor corrected distractedly, picking up the gift eagerly. Perhaps Loki had actually given him a nice gift this time? One could hope right?

"Wait, Thor, don't. Remember what happened last time-" Tony was interrupted by green smoke. He coughed. When the smoke cleared, all Steve and Tony could do was gawk. There, right before their very eyes, Thor had been stuffed in a giant turkey outfit!

"Thor?" Steve asked hesitantly, not quite believing what just happened.

"Yes?" Thor replied, baffled at what happened. He raised his gigantic winged arms hesitantly.

"You- you're a chicken," Steve supplied. Tony snickered, and then laughed out loud.

"He, he's a turkey!" Tony managed to get out before giggling. God this was absolutely hilarious. He could let Loki go this one time, since it was so funny. Now, where did he put his phone again?

"So?" Thor said blankly, not understanding anything at all.

"It's Thanksgiving," Tony explained, amused. He could explain this one time, since he was in such a good mood, "Loki turned you into a giant turkey on Thanksgiving. Turkey's for dinner on Thanksgiving."

"I fail to see why that is so funny, Stark," Steve shot back irritably. One of their teammates had been attacked by Loki, no matter how ridiculous it was, and Tony was treating it so lightly. Honestly, didn't Tony care about his teammates at all?

"It just is, Mr. Rogers," a voice drawled, appearing out nowhere.

"Brother!" Thor boomed, furious that Loki had, once again, ruined his favorite day of the week. It just wasn't fair. Good things were supposed to happen on this day, not bad things.

Tony whipped his head around to see the source of the noise. "Loki!" He yelled dramatically, then paused. Okay, it was one thing to sneak a box in undetected, it was another thing entirely, for a whole person to come in undetected. He demanded, "Jarvis, how did he manage to sneak in undetected?"

"I apologize, sir. I did not detect him until now," Jarvis answered.

"That is a big hole is my security which needs to be fixed immediately," Tony declared, deciding that it had to fixed, and it had to be fixed now. He had security cameras after all, he could just watch what happened from there. He continued on determinedly, "I'm going down to my lab to fix it."

"Wait, Tony, You can't just leave!" Steve exclaimed, aghast. There was a supervillain in the living room, and Tony was just leaving? Just like that?

Tony answered flippantly, as if he didn't have a care in the world, "Meh, it's just a family squabble-"

"Thor is NOT my brother," Loki interrupted firmly.

"-they'll get over it. Just try not to damage my tower okay? Fixing things costs money, ya know," Tony remarked, ignoring Loki's interruption, then turned around and left.

Steve just gaped at his retreating back, then turned to Loki. Well, he thought, even if Tony does nothing, I can still go against Loki myself. Whatever he was going to do, however, we will never know, for at that moment, he collapsed.

"Loki, what did you do to Friend Steve?" Thor demanded angrily and tried to look intimidating, but failing, because really, who looks intimidating dressed up a turkey? In fact, Thor looked rather funny.

"Relax, you dunderhead. It was just a sleeping spell," Loki said casually. He had actually been getting quite bored with the Captain. Honestly, it was like he was Captain Boring instead of Captain America.

"Oh. Why did you dress me up as a chicken brother?" Thor demanded to know. Really, it was somewhat hard to move around like this.

"Because I felt like it," Loki snapped, irritated at being bossed around by Thor. Seriously, didn't Thor get that he wasn't the same person as he was years ago? He continued on, "Does there has to be a reason?"

Thor simple looked on expectantly, as if saying that of course there had to be a reason.

Loki sighed and thought, Oh well, I'm going to torture him even more in a few seconds, I suppose I can tell him why. With a sharp smile he answered innocently, "Because it amuses me so. And besides, Fenrir is in need of a new chew toy."

"What?" Thor asked nervously, praying that he hadn't heard correctly. Fenrir plus chewtoy did not equal good.

Loki smirked, seeing how nervous Thor got made him so happy. He repeated slowly, "Fenrir is in need of a new chew toy. You'll be delighted to assist, will you not?"

Thor squeaked. He was going to be the chew toy?! He needed to run, to get out of here, and he needed to do it fast. He spoke hesitantly, beginning to inch away, "Well, um…"

"Woof!" a certain somebody yipped happily before Thor could go anywhere.

Thor froze and turned his head slowly. Please, he thought desperately, please don't be Fenrir. I don't want to be a chewtoy! I'm too young to die! But of course it was Fenrir. There, not a meter away from him, sat the biggest, most adorable wolf you'd ever see. It wagged its tail happily.

Loki's smile widened and his voice was tinged with insanity. "Run, Thor, Run," he whispered gleefully.

Thor gave a girlish scream and ran. Of course, that was easier said than done, considering he was in a giant turkey outfit. In fact, he tripped several times and had to struggle to get up. Soon though, he managed to get the hang of it.

"Woof!" the wolf turned to Loki, looking for permission. Loki watched Thor run for a few seconds, then nodded. He watched on lovingly as his son ran after Thor, determined to turn him into a chew toy.

"Now," Loki said with an evil smirk, "Where did I put my camera…"

Once again, it was beta'd by the amazing krystal lazuli!