He arrived back at his dorm, with a newspaper in hand. He opened the door, using his phone to scan his way in. He came up with the idea two years ago, now it had spread like wildfire through the Uni. The living room was empty, the kitchen lights were on, and a foul smell reached his nose from within. He put a forearm up to his face, trying to block out the smell. The newspaper had details of the extravagant party that was to be held at Stark mansion later that evening, he threw it on the couch in disgust. 50 years old and yet still, he had barely shown any feelings toward his only son.

"Anthony?" Tony groaned at this, hearing the deep throated growl come from the kitchen. Trust the ones from out of town never to falter in calling him by his full name. He walked through the living room, heading straight to the smoking kitchen. The fire alarm went off, making Tony even more on edge.

"What the hell did you do?" Tony strode in, grabbing a towel and waving it at the alarm in some attempt to shutting it up. This failed, so he grabbed the spatula and wacked the noisy hell raiser until it dropped to the floor and slowly died out. The smoke began to fill the living room, leaving a dull haze to form in the atmosphere. Thor's usually bright face had been blackened with charcoal and whatever other concoctions he had decided to stink the place out with.

"I apologize for the mess I've made Stark, Loki left me with instructions but I have honestly no idea what this microweave does."

"What do you use to cook food in? Where is Loki and why are you smoking out my flat?"

"Loki has gone into town to get something formal to wear, I have a date with Jane, and he said I could use your place to have the… have the date here." Thor seemed confused for a moment, unsure of what he was trying to say, but then beamed a smile when he finished. "I hope you don't mind…" He asked genuinely. He really did have the sincerity of a toddler sometimes, he meant everything he said with barely any recognition to humour at all. Tony stood there in disbelief, Pepper could have only told Loki in less than an hour and yet Thor had somehow managed to bring Armageddon upon the kitchen. He brushed past him inspecting the damage. There was black pasta stuck around the sides of a waterless saucepan. That would explain the smoke, and sauce that was green, that didn't look too good. Then he bent down to the oven, which looked like something out of a horror film, the part where the bad guy gets the knife out. The walls inside of it were dripping with an exploded cake mixture and the cake tin was empty. Now, to inspect the microwave.

"Thor… where's the door to the microwave?" He looked at the metal box, which now only had three walls.

"Oh… right yes. Here you go." He rummaged through the white smoke until he found it by the sink.

"You know, you're not actually supposed to unhinge the door, you press this button, and it pops open." He could see the scratch marks where Thor had pulled it off.

"Oh, It came off so easy, I assumed it did. I'm sorry… Can any of it be used again?"

"Yeah I'll just get the screwdriver it'll be fine."

"Will that serve as some sort of spoon? Or a meat checker?"

"What? Oh you mean the food? Oh, yeah no. That's all well and truly, gone." Tony giggled, surprised Thor was actually convinced it stood a chance. Thor's eyes widened, he was stressed out. He put his hands through his hair, beginning to pull it out, a huge frown sat on his face.

"What on earth have you done brother? I've been gone for an hour." Loki closed the door, seeing Thor immediately through the fog. He spotted Tony next, who was sniggering in the background in an effort to stop the tears rolling down his face, he'd never seen such a hopeless case. Tony was bad but, this was on a whole new level. The smoke alarm still lay on the floor, now just before Loki's feet. He shook his head, not bothering to deal with it and walked into his bedroom to drop off his suit.

Tony opened the window and watched through stingy eyes as the last wasps of smoke exited the kitchen. The sight was horrific, utensils flung in every direction, grease and food marks covered almost everything and the green bleach looking sauce had overflown onto the electric hob, slowly dribbling its way to the tiled floor. Tony turned everything off and removed the now blackened pasta pot away from any heat and threw it into the sink. Thor stood dumbfounded by the amount of mess he had made in a short space of time. He slowly took the microwave door and tried fixing it back onto its resting place, and kept trying to do so in a state of shock before Tony lowered his huge arms and made him leave it down. By now Tony was gasping and contorting at the same time, his snuffled laughter finally breaking through. Thor only stared around the room in utter disbelief.

Loki reappeared, his suit on and his green bow tie hanging loose by his neck. Tony looked at him, gobsmacked. He looked terrific, the lapels lined with a shinier black material, as well as all of the linings, and the stitching was all in green. His black hair was combed back and his shoes were like something the presidents body guards would wear, shined within an inch of their lives. His cuffs shone with silver, magnificent… Tony only stared now, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes wide. Thor didn't even notice his brother, he was too caught up in the kitchen havoc. Loki wore a contemptuous expression, his eyes pained by the mess. He shot Tony a look, not interested with the man's admiring on looks.

"Honestly, Thor. You are so dim when it comes to the kitchen. Are you seriously idiotic enough to put no water in with the pasta ugh! And why aren't you ready Anthony? You have two hours left! GO!" Tony snapped out of it as Loki pointed a finger to his bedroom, willing him to finally get ready.

"But there's two hours left? I could help Thor…" Tony whined, he was like Pepper with timing.

Loki only glared at him, not dropping his finger. "You're suit is on your bed."

"A suit? Alright alright!"

"Now. Jane will be here in less than three hours what are we going to do about it."

"Order in?"

"Foolish brother you'll never win her over with pizza." Loki growled low, extremely annoyed that his brother couldn't even make pasta. He grabbed another saucepan from the cupboards, starting again. Thor only sat back and watched, scared to touch anything in case Loki threw something at him.

Tony looked at the suit, it was new, with an inscription on the bag.
"I told Loki it was on anyway, because I knew he'd make you go,
Lots of love,
Mom."

Tony put the note on the table, smiling. His mother loved Loki, well most mothers tend to. He would be the perfect son in their eyes. He opened the bag to find a very plain looking black suit. The inside of it was lined with a blood red colour. The bow tie was black with red lining, and then he noticed the buttons. They were all red too. The trousers, their pockets lined with the same colour red, and even the insides of the shoes and their soles. Was there some sort of theme? Favourite coloured dress code… imaginative. Oh, his mother's will be teal. Loki's was green, obviously. Pepper's was purple. Ugh, how to make an event even less classy. He got into the shower, washing the smoke from his body, relaxing his sore eyes from the fumes. His whole body eased as if he had just been through an excruciating work out at the gym.

When he was finally ready and dressed, wearing his striking suit and some aftershave Pepper had bought him for his birthday, he walked out to find Thor setting the table and Loki bringing food to it. It smelt heavenly, Tony sniffed the air, walking like a zombie towards it, but was caught by the neck by Thor who threw him back. It was a little too harsh and Tony went flying into the couch, taken by surprise. Thor was so strong he forgot sometimes.

"Sorry…" Thor grinned, seeing that Tony was alright. Loki smirked, putting the plates on the table. He was stricken by Tony's dashing suit, nodding his head in approval.

"Right that should be enough to do you both. Do not touch anything in that kitchen again do you hear? And do you remember how to open the wine bottle? Very good. Now, as for you, we must go and get Pepper and Natasha. Clint couldn't make it. Come on."

"Okay, then, now? Its eight?"

"Get up." Tony followed like a dog, not wanting to take him on. "Bye Thor." Tony waved his hand at the huge boulder, who was now dangerously close to breaking the bottle and not opening it. But he let it slide and walked out, just as Thor screamed profanities as the glass cut his hand.

"PEPPER PEPPER PEPPER PEPPER PEPPER!"

"WHAT!" She slammed the door open, her face angered for being rushed.

"You're still not ready? Loki's gonna be pissed." He backed away from the door, Natasha walked past him and took the front seat. Pepper grabbed her coat and shoved past Tony. Natasha was wearing black, her favourite colour, and Pepper in purple, her favourite colour.

"Hey that's my seat Tash." He called, but he had already lost with the look on Romanoff's face.

"Just get in Anthony."

"Oh great you're turning into Shakespeare over here and all." He kicked Loki's seat, annoyed he was in the back, and glared at Pepper.