Loki Visits the Avengers: Christmas Time
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Author's Note: Yay, another chapter! Read, review, and enjoy!
Tony stomped down the hallway with Loki right behind him. Meanwhile, Thor lugged his little brother's suitcase which…for some reason seemed a bit too heavy for the Thunder god's liking. "Brother, what is in this?" Thor panted, now dragging the bag along the floor.
"Only the necessities. What, is that too much weight for the great Thor?" Loki called behind him, suddenly stopping in his tracks, "If it is too much for you, I could carry it instead." Loki then held out his hand expectantly.
"No, no…just…exactly what are the necessities?" Thor asked a bit exasperated, stopping to gain his breath.
"Just the usual. Clothes, books, Christmas gifts, my entire bedroom, that is all," Loki explained with a face of seriousness although Thor could almost hear the laughter in the trickster's voice.
"Woah, wait, back up," Tony said, now walking backwards until he was face to face with the God of Lies, "did you just say your room was in that bag?"
"Of course it is. Where else would I sleep?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
"But..wha…How?" Tony stuttered in bewilderment.
"I'm a God, Stark. And so, what was that Midgardian phrase? Oh yes," Loki said, stepping forward to close the gap between him and the billionaire, who started to look very nervous. Loki leaned forward slightly so his mouth was right next to Tony's ear, and then whispered so very quietly, "I do what I want". Loki then stepped back and observed the man before him, which caused him to burst out laughing. Tony Stark, of all people, was beat red. Tony glared at the god. He then angrily stomped pass the god and approached the door at the end of the hallway. He forced the door open with a resounding bang.
"Here! Do whatever the hell you want, I don't care, but I swear to god if the room is not back to normal by the end of your visit, then I will through you out of a window and see how you like it!" Tony yelled. He stormed off, passing Loki and Thor, who was still out of breath.
"My, that mortal sure is easy to annoy and anger," Loki said, tilting his head slightly, "I like it."
"Please do not get any ideas, brother. Come, let us get you settled in," Thor said, lifting the suitcase up over his shoulder. The sight of the God of Thunder having a hard time carrying a suitcase of all things made Loki crack a smile.
"Of course, Thor, I wouldn't want to step over any boundaries during this festive time, now would I?" Loki responded, giving Thor his best angelic look. This, in turn, caused Thor to smile. It was good to have his mischievous little brother back.
Tony, later that day, walked into the kitchen to be greeted with…well, he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Maybe he was drunk? He didn't remember drinking anything alcoholic, but… Wait, was he really witnessing Loki, the villainous God of Mischief and Chaos, wearing a green apron with a reindeer on it and beating something with an electron mixer in a bowl in his kitchen. And…was that really Thor next to him wearing a red apron decorated with embroidered Christmas lights, trying to pour a white powder into Loki's bowl, but failing and really just causing the dry mixture to go everywhere, and by everywhere meaning mostly on Thor himself. Yes, he had to be drunk. Before Tony could back out, however, Thor had looked his way and noticed.
"Friend Tony!" he said in his loud voice with a huge smile, "please, come join us! We are currently in the middle of the Midgardian tradition of baking cookies."
"Er…" was all that Tony could say. He didn't know whether to laugh and grab his phone to record this, or to run away screaming. This really was not a situation he liked.
"Yes, Stark. We are almost finished mixing the wet and dry ingredients, but we need someone to open the bags of chocolate chips. Would you do so?" Loki asked with a smile, tilting his head. Why, oh why, did that have to make him look so embarrassingly attractive?
"Fine," Tony grumbled, walking over to the counter where the gods stood before. The countertop was a mess. Everywhere he looked there was either flour, sugar, or splatters of egg and…was that eggshell? "Did you really have to make a mess of my kitchen," Tony asked irritatingly.
"Blame Thor. He wouldn't listen to me," Loki sniffed.
"Now, brother, we are both at fault here," Thor chided.
"Oh really? Says the one who insisted on cracking the eggs open with Mjolnir," Loki shot back.
"You said you wouldn't tell anyone!" Thor whined.
"You should know better than to trust the God of Lies," Loki said with a grin.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Both of you are children," Tony asked, now annoyed beyond belief. All he wanted was some coffee before he got back to work on his latest project. He looked around and finally found the stupid bags of chocolate chips, which were on the only clean area of the counter. There was a huge back and a small bag. Quickly, Tony grabbed and opened the two of them. He turned to look at the gods, who were now finished with adding the dry stuff. Loki gave the bowl a look of satisfaction before looking towards Tony. Seeing that both bags were opened, Loki grabbed them and dumped all of their contents into the bowl.
"Wooden spoon?" Loki asked, stretching his hand out towards Thor, who obliged and gave Loki the required tool.
"Isn't that too much?" Tony found himself inquiring.
"Of course not. If anything, it might be a bit less than to what I am use to baking," Loki said, stirring the chips into the bowl.
"This isn't your first time baking?" Tony asked, astounded by this.
"My brother is a terrific cook and a fantastic baker," Thor boasted proudly, patting Loki on the back. Loki allowed himself a slight smile at the compliment. Soon enough, everything was mixed, and the first batch was in the oven, with the timer set at eleven minutes. Thor worked to clean up the mess while Loki grabbed a glass water and sat himself at the kitchen table, lounging back in the chair with his legs crossed. Loki closed his eyes and took a sip, allowing himself to relax. Tony, for a moment, just stood there and stared at the god, silently gawking at…
"Friend Tony, have you finished with the shopping for gifts?" Thor suddenly asked, shaking Tony from his thoughts.
"What?" Tony asked.
"You know, the buying of the Christmas gifts?" Thor asked conversationally.
"Yes, I have. I just need to wrap them, but since, well you know what my wrapping skills are like Point Break, I will have to go out and get them wrap," Tony said with a shrug.
"That should be simple enough," Loki said, opening his eyes to look at Tony, "especially with the blizzard currently going on outside, all the roads and stores being closed, and, even if it all clears up, you would be competing against fifty million other mortals. Piece of cake." Shoot. Why did Loki have to be right?