Loki Laufeyson Oneshots Vol.2

Potion Gone Wrong

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One of my favourite things to do is spend my time producing a variety of different potions with amusing effects, you could puff up into a balloon, melt into a pile of fleshy slime or even become a whole different being. As a 600 year old witch, you can imagine that I'm highly skilled in what I do - Tony even had my own 'witchy' room installed into the Avenger's compound, though he referred to it as 'Fairy Godmother's Lair'. Yes, yes, highly amusing.

As soon as Tony labelled my potion room that dreadful name he somehow ended up stuck to the ceiling for five long hours that night, he refused to speak to me for two days after that purely because he knew he couldn't ignore his favourite witch forever. Ever since that day, I made it a sort of tradition to make the team play a modified version of Russian Roulette every Friday night. Each member of the team would have a drink placed in front of them that looked identical to water, except they weren't, one of the drinks contained a potion I had brewed beforehand and the effects of that potion remained unknown until a sip was taken.

No one hated or resented the game, they more or less found it entertaining since the victim got to be the laughing stock of the night until the next Friday came and a new victim was chosen. However, there was one person who loved my version of Russian Roulette more than anyone, the game brought us closer together to the point where my stomach began to fill with multiple butterflies whilst my heart skipped a beat or two when his presence became known. Loki was the only other person in the compound capable of performing the same magic as me, this ultimately led to him becoming my assistant when it came to brewing another potion for Friday or in general.

To say that a little over a year ago he was flying around and wreaking havoc upon New York whilst desperately trying to become King, he definitely has come far and I couldn't be more proud of him. The first day he walked through that elevator, his wrists were bound together in chains that Tony and Bruce had designed specifically to limit Loki's power and he glared at anyone who dared to look his way - even me. But now everyday is full of shared laughter and conversations you'd only have with someone who you trust with your life, staring into those emerald eyes of his made me realise how grateful I will always be for Loki walking into my life. Even if it wasn't willingly.

Right now it's late into the afternoon on a Thursday, tomorrow is the day that all chaos will be released and I only had a certain amount of time to produce a valid potion for one of the team members to unknowingly drink. As you have probably already guessed, Loki is by my side and handing me the different herbs, mushrooms and whatever other ingredients I ask for whilst I stir the solution in my cauldron. He's also rambling on about one of the many times he'd traumatised Thor by making him be his poor test subject for new spells, justice for Thor.

"I specifically remember the scroll saying that I needed to add two pinches of copper dust and five pinches of bronze dust, maybe I got the two confused."

"Haven't you had a significantly larger amount of experience in spells than I have? Copper dust is so much thinner and brighter than bronze dust, maybe you're ageing quicker than expected." The side-eye glare Loki sent me had a grin tugging at my lips, a snicker bubbled in my throat before I had the chance to supress it.

"Are you criticising my knowledge?" He snapped the book shut and leant against on of the many bookshelves in 'Fairy Godmother's Lair', daring me with faux threat in his eyes to say another word against his abilities.

"You accidentally transformed your brother into a dwarf with neon yellow hair and a huge beer belly for 24 hours, take from that what you will." He rolled his eyes with his infamous smirk plastered on his face whilst I laughed at the image of Thor looking like a budget version of one of the seven dwarfs out of Snow White chasing Loki with Mjolnir in his tiny hand, there was no doubt about it that the memory was currently running through Loki's mind.