Chapter Two

Before Thor realized it, he was soon ready for his trip down to Midgard to fetch a new coffee pot. As he walked down the hall, still muttering to himself, he ended up passing Loki again. Loki had only left his post in order to change his clothing. He was wearing his usual garments and still wore the smirk upon his face as Thor brushed past him.

"If I had known this would bother you so badly, I would have done it earlier."

Thor didn't bother answering Loki. He honestly didn't want to get into another fight with him at that moment. All he wanted to do was get his coffee machine and then come back to Asgard. He figured that, at most, it would only take an hour or two. Perhaps he could even drop by headquarters and see how the Avengers were fairing. He had heard about the war that had ensued between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers and had decided to stay out of it. He figured he didn't need to get involved in something that would more than likely simmer down given enough time. Perhaps it was time to check up on things though. Of course, that's what he'd tell anyone he bumped into. No one else needed to know the truth.

As Thor walked to the bridge that would take him down to Midgard, Loki watched him with a sinister eye. In his mind, he replayed what would happen as soon as Thor passed into Midgard. An enchantment had been placed upon the bridge (an enchantment that Loki had been studying for months in preparation for this moment). Thor, of course, couldn't tell that an enchantment had been cast upon the bridge and the guard there didn't know it either. Loki had studied for the moment far too well, and was able to carry it off without the slightest problem.

"I'll be back shortly. Make sure someone is watching Loki."

The guard gave a curt nod of his head as he stayed in his position, ready to allow Thor entrance to the world below. Within seconds, Thor was soon on Midgard. He looked about him, tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he walked towards Stark Industries. The quickest way to get the right Midgardian coffee pot would be to ask the electronics wizard, Tony Stark. Perhaps even Tony could build him the coffee pot he needed. He kept his head down as he walked towards the tower, lost in his thoughts until…

"CUT!"

Startled by the voice, Thor jumped a few feet in the air before turning his head towards the sound of the shout. Staring at him with a bright red face was a man in a black director's chair. He had one hand currently knotted into his hair before jumping down from his chair and waving both hands animatedly in front of him, resembling a scissoring 'x' over and over again.

"Chris! Get out of the shot!"

Chris? Before Thor could respond to the director that his name wasn't Chris, another voice was added to the mix.

"I'm not in the shot. I'm right here."

Thor's eyes turned to a blonde haired man that was currently leaning back in a chair a few feet away from the red-faced man's. He was decked out in Captain America garb with his legs crossed. In his hands was a sandwich of some sort. He currently had part of it in his mouth; a mouth which was curled upwards in an impish smirk.

"EVANS! I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Hemsworth. I'm going to have to start calling you by your last names again, aren't I?"

"Would help," piped up Chris from his seat as he swallowed the bite in his mouth.

"Just be quiet and eat your hero sandwich, hero," said the man in a sarcastic voice. Chris just shrugged and did as told, watching Thor with piqued interest.

Seeing that Thor still wasn't making any moves to get off the set, the red-faced man stalked towards him and stood right in front of him. He pointed a finger at Thor and poked him right in the chest with it.

"Hemsworth, you have 'til the count of five to get your butt off the set so we can finish shooting the scene. Besides, you aren't even in this movie to begin with! I don't even know why you're here."

Thor had had it by this point. First he couldn't get his coffee because Loki had broken his coffee pot, and now this. Thor looked towards Chris and then said in an irritated voice, "Why aren't you backing me up, Rogers?"

"Whoa, whoa, hey now!" said Chris with a laugh, raising up both hands in surrender; the partial sandwich still housed in one hand. "I'm not getting in the middle of this. I already put in my opinion once. I'm just watching the fireworks. Plus, my name isn't Rogers. Nice method acting though. I really could take a pointer from you."

"But you are Steve Rogers."

"No..." said Chris as he shook his head from side-to-side. "Steve Rogers is my character. Dude, drop the act. You aren't Thor."

"LIES!" shouted Thor then, causing thunder to rumble overhead once more.

The red-faced man looked up then as the thunder rumbled, throwing both hands up into the air.

"Great! Just great! Now it's going to rain and ruin the shot! What else could go wrong?" The man turned back to Thor and glared, "It's your fault, Hemsworth. You delayed the shot."

"How dare you talk to me like that! No one talks to the King of Asgard like that!"

"And you don't talk to a director like that!" shouted the man back.

"Russo, cool it," said Chris as a small laugh left his mouth. "This is amusing. Can't you give Chris props for his intense method acting?"

"There is a time and place for method acting, and this is not one of them!"

Sighing, Chris stood up from his chair and walked over to Thor. He gently gripped him by the forearm, and proceeded to try to drag him aside to no avail.

"Chris, c'mon dude. Lets not pester him when there's a deadline and a storm coming."

"The storm is from me!"

"Stop kidding around, dude. It's not funny anymore."

Seeing that Chris still had a grip on his arm, Thor moved a hand down to immediately release it. Seeing that Chris couldn't even coax Thor off the set, Russo went to sit in his chair again.

"Hemsworth! Evans! Both of you! Get. Off. The. Set!"

The last word was said in a high-pitched tone of voice, which indicated that he was beyond irritated at this point. Thunder was still rumbling in the now overcast sky above them, and Chris moved to lay a hand on Thor's arm again. After a moment or two, Thor reluctantly followed Chris off the set. He was led right past the disgruntled Russo as he was slouched lower in his director's chair; rubbing his temple with one hand before screaming out, "Now ACTION!"

Chris didn't let go of Thor's arm until they were a little ways away by the snack table.

"Dude, what do you think you're doing? I know you might be a tad upset about not being cast in Civil War, but you had that other project you were working on. You said it was fine; that you were cool with it...remember?"

Thor looked on at Chris confused, looking as if every word that left his mouth was an alien word. Chris could tell and rolled his eyes a bit out of pure exasperation.

"Chris, listen to me, and take off that wig! How'd you even get this? We didn't have this in our wardrobe!"

Chris reached up to tug slightly at Thor's hair, only to get an angry response from an already irritated Thor.

"HANDS OFF, ROGERS!"

"My name is not Rogers!" shouted back Chris, tightening his grip on Thor's hair and continuing to pull it.

The thunder overhead rumbled again as Chris continued to tug at Thor's hair. Thor pushed Chris back and caused him to stumble a bit, only for Chris to resurge in anger. On the other side of the snack table, another man appeared. He was methodically chewing on a danish as he watched the two of them fight. Chris saw him out of the corner of his eye and said then as he kept tugging, "Seb, help me out here!"

Sebastian smirked, shaking his head as he shoved more of the danish into his mouth.

"You're on your own there, bud. You got yourself into this mess."

"Thanks a lot, Sebastian! Wish you were loyal like your character!"

"Hey! I'm loyal. Just right now my loyalty lies with this danish. I skipped breakfast this morning!"

Sebastian took a big bite off the danish then as if to prove his point; getting the filling on his upper lip like a mustache.

Thor cast a sideways glance at the messy Sebastian, completely confused.

"What happened to your whole ''til the end of the line' spiel, James?"

Sebastian rose a brow in question; his cheeks currently filled like a squirrel's and not allowing him the ability to answer.

"Intense. Method. Acting," grunted out Chris, now twirling in a slight circle with Thor; hand rooted deeply into his blonde locks. Sebastian immediately nodded in understanding before continuing to watch the scene.

"THIS IS NOT A WIG! Let go mortal!" shouted Thor in anger.

From above in Asgard, Loki peered down with a smirk on his face, watching everything play out. It was all working out far better than he could have ever planned. Turning around, he looked at the now passed out guard of the bridge. He wished that he had studied enchantments of this nature earlier. They would have proved useful in dethroning Thor. He shrugged his shoulders then as he whistled merrily to himself. The bridge was now impassable. By the time Thor finally figured that out, it'd be far too late.

"Asgard is mine..." said Loki then with a small grin as he turned his back on what he had previously been viewing. He had his empire to build.