Author's Note: Hey, everybody! As promised, this fanfic as well as the other fanfics in my Young Avengers series, have been updated with one additional chapter each.

First of all, I apologize for keeping everyone waiting. I know you were all eager for me to present these updates, and I had planned to upload them sooner, but there was a technical issue which set me back a couple of days, so I've been working tirelessly this past week in order to get this done before July 10. At last, I am done. Now, this was a rush job, so please forgive me if I make a few errors.

Now, I'd like to discuss something for this specific chapter. I've been getting a ton of guest comments lately. I've been getting so many requests for the future of this fanfic, that it's hard for me to keep track. I do know that many of them involve Lady Death. Now, you all seem to have the idea that I made Lady Death to be kind. I don't know where you that idea came from. She's still the strict ruler of the afterlife who becomes vengeful when things don't go her way. And a lot of requests involve Death's fate at the end of season 1. Rest assured, I've already decided on how to resolve the conflict at that time, and it's going to be quite a twist.

The song featured here is a parody of "Jackal Style" from the Lion Guard. While we're on the subject of songs, I've been getting a lot of requests for the next chapter's song. Many comments tell me to make a parody of "Best Not Mess With Mama" from the Lion Guard, but I don't think so. I've already decided on another parody song for that. Just you wait.

I hope all that's been settled. Enjoy this chapter. Any and all comments are welcome.

Amora the Enchantress stood above a cauldron filled with green, glowing potion. She gave a wicked grin as she reached inside and pulled out a silver medallion with a green glowing jewel. She showed it off to her Executioner, Skurge.

"Finally. It's done." Amora said.

"What's that do?" Skurge asked.

"This, my Executioner, is a tracking item made specifically for Loki." Amora replied. "The gem is designed to glow brighter when we are closer to him."

"Ah. This should make it easier to find him." Skurge said.

"Of course, it does." Amora said. "Much more effective than a seeking wave spell. Now, all that's left is to find Loki."

Loki followed Molly, Libby, and Scratch through the front gate of the county fair. While he had no admiration for the boots, the food, or the games that they passed, Scratch on the other hand was drawn in.

"Ah, the County Fair. My favorite time of the year. The sights. The smells. The fried foods!"

"Of course, you'd be excited over greasy food, Scratch." Loki said.

"Oh, this isn't just any greasy food, Loki." Scratch said presenting a dunking booth with greasy oil inside. "This is Turkey Tina's Gobble Hut! That lady will fry anything. And I mean anything! She just fried a wedding cake for a couple of newlyweds."

"So this is a fancy waste of time for you." Loki said.

"More or less. However, since my spectral circumstances prevent me from directly bringing her anything to fry, I need a living person to do my bidding! So, which one of you meat-sacks wants to volunteer?"

"Ooh. Sorry, Scratch. We're not here for Tina." Molly said.

"Yeah. We're here for Loki." Libby said.

"Me?" Loki asked. "Why? This lowly festival is barely worth my time."

"Well, we thought that you'd be homesick for Asgard…" Molly said.

"What gave you that idea?" Loki asked.

"Then, we saw a certain club when going through here, and one of its features is sure to bring a bit of Asgard to you." Molly continued. "Trust me. You're going to love 3A Club."

"What club?" Loki asked.

"3A Club!" Coach Bates barked as soon as Molly, Libby, and Loki arrived in his pen joining two other new members. Scratch followed in his invisible form. "3A stands for three things: animals, agriculture, and America! But not attitude! We don't need that A! You can leave that A at home!"

"Sorry. We're kind of a package deal." Scratch said.

"First up, animals." Bates said. He opened the pen gate and a group of baby goats leaped out to greet the kids.

Loki widened his eyes seeing the animals around him. "Goats? You brought me here for goats?"

"Yeah! Look how cute they are!" Molly said as she took a white goat and hugged it. "I now pronounce you Totes the Goat. You're gonna be my best goat friend. And you'll come to my birthday party, and I'll come to yours, and we'll wear the same ribbons in our hairs…"

"Molly." Loki said.

"Don't need to bring gifts…"

"Molly."

"I'll happily accept cuddles…"

"MOLLY!" Loki shouted to interrupt Molly. "What makes you think that I want anything to do with this?"

"What? I thought you'd love goats." Molly said.

"Who told you that?"

"I saw a picture of goats in old Norse book, and they get referenced a lot."

Loki groaned slapping his forehead. "You mean Toothgrinder and Toothgnasher? Did that book say what those freaks were really for?"

"Uh… Actually, the words were all Scandanavian, so I couldn't understand it." Molly admitted.

"Molly. Those goats belong to Thor, and they're the worst." Loki said. "Always eating my capes, breaking my things, screaming into my ear. It was horrible."

"Ooh. Sorry about that." Molly said.

Loki looked over at a black goat that approached him. He groaned and turned to the teacher. "Mr. Bates, can I drop out of this club?"

"No takebacks until after the goat-training." Bates answered. "You'll be showing these goats later this week in the big ring. Do not be fooled by their cute eyes and adorable fluffy tails! Goat training is serious business. You gotta be firm, or these goats will walk all over you."

"It's fine." Libby said with her laying facedown on the ground while her goat was literally walking all over her.

"Watch as I demonstrate the correct method. Command, click, reward." Bates said attaching a leash to his own goat. "Heel!" He paced around and his goat followed. He then pulled out a clicker and pressed a button to make a clicking noise. Finally, he gave his goad a cracker to award him.

"Ah. If only training people was that easy." Loki said before looking back at his goat. "Well, I guess it's just you and me for a week, you little devil."

The goat bleated.

Back at home, Molly took Totes to her backyard to begin training him. Loki followed with his own goat and sat in a chair to watch his human friend.

"Okay, Totes. Let's get you trained." Molly said putting the leash on him. "Command, click, reward. Okay. Heel." She started to pace, but she was stopped by Totes who refused to move. "Okay. That's the command, Totes. It's human speak for 'walk by my side'. Heel." She tried again, but Totes still hadn't moved. "Come on, Totes. Heel! Do this and you get a treat! You likes treats, don't you? Heel." She pulled one last time, but Totes still hadn't moved a muscle.

"This is better than Asgardian theater." Loki laughed.

"Okay… How about we… switch it up?" Molly asked as she pulled out a cracker. "What if we started with a treat?" Totes finally responded. He approached Molly's hand and ate the cracker from it. "Ha! Command, reward, click! See that, Loki! I trained him!"

"No, you didn't." Loki commented finally standing up. "You gave him a treat for doing nothing. That's just spoiling him."

"Excuse me. That's a cynical spin." Molly said.

"But not inaccurate."

"Well, it's hard to be firm with someone so cute."

"Hard for a softie like you, maybe." Loki said.

"Molly's right though." Sharon said as she stepped outside. She pulled out a phone to show baby photos of Molly. "She was the most adorable baby we'd ever seen. Imagine saying no to that face. We did, and we've got the battle scars to prove it." She scrolled the pages showing baby Molly getting angry and throwing a tempter tantrum. "Being firm is hard, Molly, but t leads to healthier, happier kids., whether they're people or goats." She returned indoors.

"Well… Sure, okay…" Molly said, "But maybe nobody is considering the possibility that I've created a paradigm shift in how one trains. I call it... The Molly Method."

"The Molly Method?" Loki scoffed. "Sounds more like someone is to stubborn to admit that they're wrong."

"Don't have your own goat to train?" Molly asked. "You haven't even given him a name."

"I would, but as I've stated before, I hate goats." Loki said.

"Well, let's see how you can handle training a goat." Molly said. "Then, you're free to criticize my method."

"Fine." Loki groaned. He grabbed his goat by its leash and left the backyard with him leaving Molly to continue spoiling Totes with as many goats as he wants.

Over at the front yard, Loki looked at his goat while hanging onto his leash. "All right, you little beast. If you start causing trouble, I'm taking you to the butcher. …Why was I just talking to a goat?"

The goat bleated.

"Oh, hush, you." Loki said. "Let's start. Heel." Loki paced around, and much to his delight, his goat followed. He smiled as he pressed his clicker button. "Very good. Now, here's your… Wait. What are you doing?"

Loki stopped pacing, but his goat didn't. It continued circling around Loki's legs wrapping its leash around them. In the end, it just took one tug to cause Loki to stumble and fall to the ground. After he dropped, the goat dug into Loki's pockets with its teeth and pulled out all the crackers he had in there.

Loki popped his head up very surprised at what just happened. He looked over at the goat who was chomping on all the treats he had taken from him. After a moment of staring, Loki just laughed.

"I don't believe it!" He said as he removed his leash from himself and stood back up. "I'm not even mad. You're pretty smart for a goat. You're a little trickster like me, huh?"

The goat bleated.

Loki chuckled. "I thought so. So I'll tell you what. Since you're so clever, I think I'll name you… Frode. You like that name?"

The goat bleated in response.

"I thought you would." Loki said as he stroked Frode's fur. "You know something, Frode? I think I'm actually going to enjoy you. So let's take the County Fair by storm."

Over the course of the week, Loki continued to train Frode. At first, he was kept on his toes to try and avoid Frode's tricks. But over time, Loki learns how Frode thinks and circles around them to keep on training him.

Loki:

They say tricksters end up alone

Simply as nature intends

But you, Frode, have just shown me

That kind of talk has to end

We've got to work together

If we're gonna have this fair won

You know the old saying

"Two heads are better than oooooooone"

So listen up

We're peas in a pod

Same state of mind

Loki and Frode

Two of a kind

Working as one

So intertwined

Loki and Frodeeeeeee

Two of a kind

Though I'm a god and you're a goat

We both have a mischievous heart

We can gain a lot on our own

But together, we'll make aaaaaaaaart

We'll make art

We're peas in a pod

Same state of mind

Loki and Frode

Two of a kind

Working as one

So intertwined

Loki and Frodeeeeeee

Two of a kind

Two of a kind

And just wait for the County Fair

And all the praise, our teamwork will provide

It's not much, but it'll feel so good

It's gonna be a wild ride

IT'S GONNA BE A WILD RIIIIIDE

WE'RE PEAS IN A POD

SAME STATE OF MIND

LOKI AND FRODE

TWO OF A KIND

WORKING AS ONE

SO INTERTWINED

LOKI AND FRODEEEEEEEEEE

LOKI AND FRODEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

TWO OF A KIND

TWO OF A KIND

LOKI AND FRODE

TWO OF A KIND

It was finally Friday, the day the goats would finally be presented at the County Fair. While Loki had no trouble getting Frode in the car, the Trickster couldn't help but notice Molly having trouble getting his goat in. He also noticed that Totes wasn't the same as he was before. He was much bigger and he was resorting to chewing on the house.

"C'mon, Totes! We gotta get to the fair and show everyone what you can do." Molly begged. "And stop eating the house!"

"That's Totes?" Loki asked. "I mistook it as another goat who ate Totes along with fifty others."

Just then, Scratch flew in seemingly in a hurry. "Come on, guys. It's the last day of the fair. Fry oil's a-wasting!"

"Scratch, I don't think we'll have time for making fried food." Loki said.

"Well, I didn't say I was going to ask for your help." Scratch said. He then put his fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

All of a sudden, Pete ran out the front door and scurried excitedly over to Pete like a happy dog. "Hi, Scratch! Are you happy to see me? I'm happy to see you!"

"Oh, yes, I am." Scratch said dangling the car keys at Pete before throwing them in the car. "Who wants to go for a drive?"

"Oh! I do! I do!" Pete cheered jumping into the car. "I love car rides!"

"Did you… train Dad?" Molly asked.

"Oh, come on. That's ridiculous." Scratch said petting Peter's head. "He just likes being a good dad."

"You know, in some ways, I respect that." Loki commented. "So are you going to push that bloated goat into the car or what?"

"Actually, I was kinda hoping you would help." Molly said. "Maybe some kind of magic spell that can whoosh him into the car?"

"Absolutely not." Loki said. "I already have Frode to look out for. I don't want to help you with your own mess."

Molly looked sad. She grew her tearful eyes and quivered her lips at Loki's direction. Loki broke that face by blowing gently at Molly's face.

"Ah! What was that?" Molly asked.

"A little trick I learned when Frode tried to give me the sad eyes." Loki said. "You see, Molly? If you stand your ground and be firm with your animal, it'll be better for you and him."

"You can't be serious." Molly said. "When this whole thing started, you didn't even like goats."

"I know. But when life gives you a cracker, you don't give them to your goat until they're willing to acknowledge you as their alpha." Loki said.

Molly sighed before pushing Totes into the car with all her might.

When Loki and Molly returned to the fair with their respective goats, they met up with the other kids who arrived with their goats. Everyone's eyes, though, were fixed on Totes and his massive size.

"Goats, am I right?" Molly asked. "So cute, but what a handful."

"Billie was a dream to train." Sheela said.

"OK, Sheela, no need to brag." Molly said. She smiled as soon as he saw Libby. "I bet Libby knows what I mean. Right, Lib?"

"Oh yeah. Training was really hard at first. Being assertive makes me sweaty." Libby then turned to her goat putting on an assertive face. "Ronnie, heel!" She paced around with her goat next to her, clicked her clicker, and finished by feeding Ronnie. "But ultimately, it's what's best for the goat."

"What?" Molly asked in disbelief. "Am I the only one who had a problem?"

"Did you follow Mr. Bates CCR method?" Libby asked. "Command, click, reward?"

"Well… I may have rearranged it a tiny bit." Molly replied.

"The 'Molly Method', as she calls it, interprets CCR as cave, cater, repeat." Loki snickered.

"Well, in my defense, wookit him!" Molly said presenting her fat goat. "The fuzzy wuzzy tail. Those big, adorable eyes. Those tippy-tappy hooves. … OK, so he's not looking super adorable right at the moment, but I promise, he's the happiest goat here!"

"The heftiest, certainly." Loki retorted.

Just outside the arena where the goats were about to be presented, Amora and Skurge walked through the audience with disguises on. Amira wore a black jacket that matched her sunglasses and a hood over her blonde hair. Skurge wore a heavy trench coat and a brown fedora. The Enchantress held up her medallion to watch it illuminate a green glow, but as she turned her head to look around, she was disappointed that there was no sign of her target.

"3A CLUB! REPORT TO THE ARENA!" Mr. Bates announced. The kids and their goats walked on out with their goats. Molly was the last to arrive having to push Totes out.

"No Loki anywhere, ma'am." Skurge said.

"Yes. I can see that." Amora said. "If he's in disguise, he can't hide forever."

Amora crushed the medallion in her hand shattering the gem to pieces. All that was left was the green light which she then threw way above her head. Once it reached the sky, it erupted letting out a bright-green flash of light like a firework. Everyone looked up at the light both surprised and captivated by the bright colors.

"Nice work with the firework, Mr. Mayor." A Brighton citizen said.

"Wasn't mine, but I'm not complaining." Mayor Brunson said.

"What kind of firework do you think that was?" Libby asked.

"I don't know," Loki replied, "But I kinda have a bad feeling about it."

The green light died out, and everyone returned to watch the show as if it never happened. Amora, on the other hand, was confused. She looked around at everyone and didn't find one trace of Loki.

The Executioner looked concerned. "Is something wrong?"

"That light I shot up should've made Loki drop his disguise." Amora said. "It's light was supposed to shut off his shapeshifting powers and force him into his primary form. But he's still not here."

"Maybe you missed him?" Skurge asked.

"Impossible!" Amora sneered. "Half of this lowly town is here. Sure, I don't imagine Loki actually having anything to do with this pathetic festival, but I know I wasn't wrong with my enchantment. It shoud've…" She stopped when she noticed one of the goat trainers. She narrowed her eyes at Loki, who was tending to Frode while the examiner started looking at the other goats. "Wait a minute. That one child looks…"

Back at the middle of the arena, Molly had finally gotten Totes to sleep. So while the examiner was looking at the other goats, she carefully moved Totes' legs to help him stand up. "Okay. Just let that food coma wash right over ya. Hush little Totes-y. Don't wake up. Can't cause trouble when you're asleep."

All of a sudden, a greasy smell whisked across the air and found its way to Totes' nose. It woke him up and he laid his eyes on the source of the smell, which was right across the arena.

Scratch and Pete have already been to Turkey Tina's and had gotten an entire tower of food all fried up for Scratch to eat. They passed by Amora and Skurge who were disgusted at the food. Totes, however, bleated loudly at it holding his tongue out in hunger. His loud noise caught both Molly and Loki's attention, who saw what Totes was eyeing and put on worried displays.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Molly panicked.

"Molly, get that goat under control." Loki whispered.

"I'm trying." Molly said grabbing Totes' leash. She tried to keep him away, but he fought with all his strength to head to the greasy dish.

Molly's arms began to get tired and her feet started to dig into the ground. The more that Totes saw Scratch admire his food, the more he desired it for himself drooling like his tongue was a waterfall.

"Loki, help." Molly whispered at the Trickster.

"All right." Loki said. He held up his fingers and a green glow lit up around them.

Amora widened her eyes seeing Loki's glowing hand as it approached Molly's goat. "Wait a minute. Is that…"

She didn't have time to finish that question. And Loki didn't have time to enchant Totes. Immediately, Totes ran at lightning speed dragging Molly along with him. He trotted like a wild animal until it jumped and landed right in Scratch's fried food.

The ghost cried in sheer terror as his precious work was being devoured by Totes. But as traumatized as Scratch was, Amora and Skurge had a much bigger mess. When Totes jumped on the food and chowed down on it, it also landed right on the two and slathered them all with greasy spills.

The next thing the McGee family knew, they were kicked out of the County Fair.

"Anyone else know you can get banned from the fair?" Molly asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Pete, how are those two people that Totes attacked?" Sharon asked. "They're not going to sue us, are they?"

"I don't know." Pete said. "They ran off and disappeared before I had the chance to apologize."

Totes burped out the silver dish which once held Scratch's fried food. The ghost looked at it with great sorrow.

"This is all that's left of my delicious custom creation. I bet it was delicious." Scratch sobbed before turning to Molly. "I blame you for this!"

"So Molly," Loki said, "Did we learn anything today?"

Molly looked down and scratched the back of her head. "Okay. Um… I see now that giving Totes everything he wanted was a bad idea." She then caught Totes rummaging through the trash can. "Totes! No! Drop it!" Totes stuck his head out begging with pleading eyes and quivering lips at Molly, but she remembered Loki's advice and blew into his face to break the cute look. "Drop it!"

Finally understanding how firm Molly was, Totes dropped what was in his mouth and climbed out of the garbage can. Molly then clicked on her clicker and proceeded to give Totes the cracker he finally earned. She had finally learned from her mistake.

"So, uh, what are we going to do about Totes and Forde?" Sharon asked. "One of them is eating us out of house and home, and I don't want to take any chances with the other one."

"Yeah. I mean, that's my thing." Scratch sobbed.

Loki sighed before turning to Forde. "Hear that, little one? It looks like we're going to be apart now. Don't worry though. I'll always remember you."

"Well, Totes is going to need lots of grass and exercise." Molly said before an idea flashed in her head.

The McGee family brought the goats to the Brighton City Park. The animals proceeded to graze the grass, and Totes was already back to his former shape. The family watched proudly.

"He'll be in shape in no time, the city saves money on landscaping, and Forde gets an honest living." Molly said.

"Sounds like a nightmare for him." Loki said.

"You're doing great, guys! Eat your veggies!" Molly called out before clicking on her clicker.

All of a sudden, Pete felt a rumbling in his stomach in response to the click. "That's weird. Why do I suddenly crave a cracker?"

"Uh, no reason!" Scratch said throwing his clicker away only for it to get eaten by Totes.

"Let's go home." Loki said. "I've had enough excitement for one week."

"All right, Loki." Molly responded.

The McGee family left the park, but that's when Amora and Skurge appeared out of thin air. They were hiding behind an invisibility spell until then.

"Did you hear that, Executioner?" Amora asked. "She called him Loki. That child really is Loki!"

"How?" Skurge asked. "I thought your spell was supposed to make him drop his disguise."

Amora gasped before laughing. "Hahaha! HAHAHAHA! WHAT A RIOT!"

"Ma'am?"

"Don't you see? He didn't change back to his default form because that is his default form now!" Amora said. "I don't know how, but Loki's stuck in the body of his younger self! And he's using that mortal family as a cover!"

"Really?" Skurge asked. "What does this mean?"

Amora looked in the direction Loki left with the McGees and smiled. "It means, now we know where he lives."