Domestic Avengers

The Little Things

It was only 8:30 at the Avengers compound.

And yet the shenanigans had started already.

Thor, Loki, Tony, Steve, and Clint were all sitting in the living room. Calmly watching some random movie. The genius was snuggle with America's Golden Boy while Clint grumpily huddled on the other edge of the couch.

Thor and Loki occupied the loveseat, opposite sides of course.

Sam was sitting at the kitchen table while Bucky and Wanda spun in a dizzying frenzy making breakfast for the chaotic hungry family.

Pietro was on a "morning run" and Nat had left to take a shower. The Black Widow walked out, nothing but a loose tank top and sweatpants. She had one of those towel twist hats (name?) because her hair was still drying.

Thor stared half in awe, his luscious locks would dry so much quicker if he had one of those, but he hesitated to ask for the safety of his pride.

Steve asked instead, quite mesmerized by the spun towel.

"Nat what's on your head?"

"A towel." The red-head replied, still hanging on to her fading sleepy haze.

"Yeah but like how'd you do it." Tony was in his own world but still snuggled on the Captain's shoulder. Loki pretended he wasn't paying attention while Thor was failing at hiding his own curiosity. Clint hid a laugh at his confused coworkers.

Nat sighs but explains doing the motion with one hand, the other was holding her coffee Bucky prepared.

"Flip, cover, twisty twist, up over and done."

Steve just stared, Clint nearly snorted when he saw Tony projecting a buffering symbol to the Captain's forehead.

Nobody saw that both Loki and Thor had been paying attention and Thor nodded; the secrets of the universe had been revealed.

*the next morning*

Thor had gotten up early to take his shower, he wanted to try the towel hat thing.

After the third failed attempt he accidentally ripped the towel.

At the thirteenth attempt he went to the living quarters to find Natasha to help him.

He found the Widow sipping her coffee, the glorious towel hat poised on her head perfectly.

"Natasha I require assistance."

"What's up sparkles?"

"I can't get your towel sorcery to work. I cannot master it-"

Before Thor could ask for anymore help another towel hat caught his attention. He looked, to see his own brother sporting a towel hat, Loki's dark locks safely dried within the confines of a plush white towel.

The god smirked over a coffee cup Thor didn't want to know the contents of.

"Well well well brother, what did you expect? Only us royals and geniuses can master the art of the towel. Move along peasant. I, Loki of Asgard, Odinson, rightful king of Jotenheim and Asgard, God of Mischeif, and master of the towel hat, command it at once. Maybe you should get help." He waved his hand dismissively. The god added under his breath: "at least I didn't stab you this time."

Lightning jumped from Thor's fingers to the metal toaster, then jumping to the wall socket. Loki flicked his tongue at Thor, and Thor could see it was that of a snake's.

NOPE. WE ARE NOT DOING THAT ONE AGAIN!! Thor refused to be stabbed, no matter how pretty the snake. No admiring. None.

"Easy there. It's ok. Come on, I'll show you how to do it." Natasha got up and led Thor to her own room.

Loki just stood, smugly watching his brother wallow in failure.

He sipped his cup of satisfaction, most would think it's the blood of his enemies, or a good cup of a child's tears.

Really it was just a fresh espresso the soldier of winter showed him how to make. Little bit of fresh cream, and it was wonderfully bitter, like the God's own personality.

Ah yes.

It was the little things in life.

A/N: not bad for a first try. Alright send any prompts/requests my way plz!!! Thanks for reading!! 💖💖💖