To say that Tony was a tad bit miffed was an understatement, and to say that Loki was a tad bit happy about it was one, too.
The team, temporarily living under the same Stark-esque roof, had been, for the most part, agreeable, and everyone seemed to cooperate with their fellow comrades. Even Loki, with his tricks and magic, seemed to want to stay on everyone's good side for at least longer than a week, becoming less and less agitating as the days wore on.
Until the toilet mishap.
Tony had been going about his own business, walking past the bathroom, when he'd noticed the puddles of water at his feet-in the hallway. Clogging, the plumber had diagnosed it, with no small amount of unnecessary flushing on someone's- *cough*Loki*cough*- part. Within an hour, thanks to Tony's high status and dripping wealth, the toilet was in working order once again.
Thor, collapsing against the bathroom door with a hand over his mouth to keep himself from puking, had been convinced he had come across a bad case of food poisoning, claiming that the PopTarts were expired as he'd glanced at the box, the delicious pastries already sliding down his throat. He'd run for the toilet, and when at last he'd emptied his stomach, flushing didn't seem like a very available option.
Aggravated immensely, Tony had concocted a foolproof theory, one in which the plumber was somehow out to get him and his team through petty toilet revenge, and him and Loki had stared at the porcelain object for nearly an half hour, deep in contemplation.
It was the plumber, it had to be, Tony thought, and when he called a different man to come do the job, he made sure to slip a few extra hundred dollar bills in with the payment.
And Thor never did quite trust PopTarts again.
I don't even know right now... Please R&R! Feedback is always appreciated! ;) *But try not to give word prompts that are words I have included in the content of the last few chapters, please.
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Prompt: Dear Pesky Plumbers (by krikanalo)