A.N. So, people like my series too. Glad to hear it. :) Hopefully, maybe my series will be as well-reviewed as hers (but I know that's probably not going to happen). :P Anyway, this story takes place before Chapter 26 of her story, and involves a certain being with a glorious purpose. ;) Once again, thanks to L4J for letting me do this. Enjoy!
Glorious Revenge
Loki Laufeyson sat in his secret hideout, a rocky cave in what would be considered the slums of Asgard. His sorcery prevented him from being detected by anyone, not unless he wanted to be found.
He was deep in thought; thinking about how his last encounter with The Avengers had gone. After revealing that he, the God of Mischief, was behind the prank, had made a hasty retreat once that overgrown rodent made an appearance.
He chuckled remembering how easy it was to shave the beast (magic helped out with this particular task). Though he couldn't help but feel his abrupt exit made for some mocking comments.
'Not a problem.' All he had to do was look upon the reflecting pond, and slowly, but surely, the images from that day appeared.
Loki's eyes widened and he ran out of the room screaming. "It seemed like a good idea at the time!"
Tony eyed the door where Loki has run out of then rolled his eyes. "What a wimp, I can't believe he almost beat us last time."
"Well, he did have an alien army to help him," Clint pointed out.
He growled, before splashing the water, rippling the images. How dare they insult him, the maggots?! Now something had to be done…there had to be retribution for their insolence.
It occurred to him that several days had passed since his last encounter with them; perhaps he should view what transpired since that time.
Loki summoned the Globe of Worlds over to him, and then focused his energy on Stark Tower. Almost as if he was watching the video footage itself, he was viewing the Valentine's Day disaster. He saw as the card exploded, sending the smoke everywhere and covering everything.
He smirked. There would indeed be hell to pay for that 'act of kindness' (to quote Stark), but there had to be something more he could do, something that would really punish them. Barton had asked if his purpose was to make their lives miserable, and that seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it was something Loki held dear to his heart.
He thought for a moment. 'What could be worse than messing up a Valentine's Day gift?' An idea suddenly came to him. 'What about missing the day completely?' Mortals, especially women, seemed to take that holiday very seriously, with them buying chocolate, and flowers, and cards for each other. It personally made him sick, but then again, he was a God, not a worm.
Returning the globe to its spot, he thought long and hard how he could make it so that those two nimrods forgot that precious day. He thought of an idea, but it would take almost all the dark energy he could muster.
Loki held out his left arm, concentrating all his might on Earth. Then, he forcefully closed his left hand. The big blue planet stopped spinning, almost as if an invisible hand grabbed it and wouldn't let go. All life on the planet ceased as well; people were frozen in time all over the world.
He held up his right arm, pointed his index finger outward, and then slowly began turning it counter-clockwise. The Earth began to follow suit, and the people did too; they would be walking backwards, spilled items would fly back from wherever they fell from, and so on. Certain events would actually be quite comical, but if he dared stopped concentrating, even for a second, the spell would weaken and would dissolve, as if the act was never attempted in the first place.
He stopped when the day was 2-13, 11:59 P.M. He grinned, sitting back down on his rocky throne, a little diminished – it's not everyday someone turns back to World - but totally satisfied with his work. He had effectively turned back time to the night before Valentine's Day.
It took merely a thought to erase the day from both of their minds, both of which were sleeping peacefully, unaware of what just transpired. He also destroyed the blueprint of the card Stark was working on, just to make sure all loose ends were completely cut. Tony Stark and Clint Barton has no idea that tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and would awake to face something worse than any threat they had ever faced before: their pissed off girlfriends.
All he had to do was sit back and watch the chaos unfold. He couldn't wait to see how they would try and get out of this situation. It would be glorious.