POV: Loki
The amount of pranks already performed is a lot more than I was expecting from the Avengers, personally. Natasha is walking around in pink-glue-covered socks completely ready to murder whoever did it. Clint's socks match, but he's having more fun ruining the carpets of whatever room he walks into to care. The pantry is full of zebras, I froze the fridge shut, and me and Peter taped Tony to the ceiling. Bucky came into the kitchen more darkly than usual, and Cap seems completely oblivious to whatever someone did to him.
I almost forgot that Clint completely tricked Natasha into thinking she got hit with some kind of bioweapon. He was wheezing over that for a good five minutes, so I assume her reaction must've been good eventually. Wanda- the witch twin- is acting sick of everything, which I can tell is a coverup for something she did. Jarvis replaced the ACDC piano covers to a rick-roll (something I 100% respect after having looked it up). Thor's cape has a 'kick me' note taped to the back (mine did too, but I took it off before I put it on). Tony's been getting sleepier all day, the result of someone (I'd like to take credit, but it wasn't me) replacing all his lab coffee with decaf.
Peter had to leave for school about an hour ago, promising to wreak havoc to the best of his ability there (which surprised me, to be honest). Bruce is still working somewhere else, which didn't bother me too much because who knows what would happen with all this going on.
Stephen dropped a rick roll on the group text, claiming it was his cloak.
"What the-" Steve shouted. I went down a couple hallways to see what'd happened and grinned.
Someone- again, wish it was me- had spray painted 'ur mom' on his shield. It took up pretty much the whole thing. Of course, it was in red, white, and blue.
"Well, it's accurate," Bucky said, slouching against the wall with a few subtle fridge magnets on his arm.
"What?" he replied, trying to wipe it off with his sleeve. Of course, no such luck, because that's not how spray paint works.
"U R mom," Bucky said.
"There's magnets on your arm again, Buck," Steve said, changing the subject. Bucky scowled and ripped them off. They were all emoji magnets meant for school classrooms.
"Have any of you done anything?" I asked casually. They both looked up, Steve squinting at me. I realized exactly what the look meant a couple moments too late, because by then he was trying to work his phone to text who knows who. Obviously I panicked (almost as bad as the whole 'you're a frost giant' ordeal) and unsummoned his phone before he managed to hit send.
By then I decided I wasn't needed anymore and left a bit faster than I might've otherwise, ignoring the fact that stealing Steve's phone probably would get me reprimanded. It was almost like I was in school again- strict rules and *terrible* consequences, until my parents- Odin got involved.
I walk into my room to find Stephen sitting at my desk, portal open, trying to read my notebook. I hope he can't, but you never know. Maybe Midgard's early sorcerers thought the runes to hold magic or some crap like that.
"Stephen?" I asked, making him jump. His cloak, of course, yanked him to his feet like a hyperactive two year old dragging their parents out of bed.
"Oh. I need you. Now," he said, regaining his composure despite his bright yellow dishwashing gloves.
"I beg your pardon?" I asked, crossing my arms and wishing for my daggers to complete the look. I still did have that HYDRA pocket knife, but I didn't dare actually use it.
"You know your whole... Ultron thing?" he said. I narrowed my eyes. This was a bit close to home for an April Fools joke.
"Happy Midgardian Mischief day to you to," I replied sarcastically.
"I'm serious, Loki," he said coldly. I uncrossed my arms, deciding to just get the whole thing over with.
"Wonderful then," I said as believably as he had been. He raised an eyebrow but showed me the way back to one of his sanctums, closing his portal behind us. Suspicious, but not deal-breaking.
"So I was doing a bit more research into your whole story-"
"Thank you," I said, pouring tea from the teapot before he could poison it or something.
"And I think it's more complicated than you think," he finished. I looked up. He was making this more and more obvious- almost more than Clint's joke-con had been.
"In what way?" I asked, sipping tea to hide my suspicion.
"Can you just... hmm... tell me your story, from start to finish?" he said, adding immediately, "skip the slow parts, or whatever rants you-"
"I understand what your asking," I interrupt. "Let's see... Odin tells me I'm adopted, I go crazy trying to stop a war, I let myself fall off the rainbow bridge-"
"Turn the fast-forward from 8 arrows to 2?" he asks. I stare at the ceiling like it has answers, realizing exactly how close to home this joke is.
"Well, it must've been a couple days or something falling. I... find the mindstone staff-"
"Can you describe that to me? The spear thing-"
"All right," I said, "Gold handle, silver blade, blue orb-thing-"
"Sweet," he interrupted. "Ready?"
I don't have time to protest before he reads my memories again, but this time it's something unfamiliar to me. Two creatures were holding past me back, even though I hardly looked about to fight anyone. The whole thing was on some kind of moon or asteroid- rock pillars in front of me.
Chitauri, I hear Stephen whisper. Interestedly, not worriedly... for the most part. I remember reading about them in school or something somewhere... but I don't think that could possibly be accurate, if they're as violent as it said. How would I be here for this and here now.
Whatever the things were threw past me down at someone's turned back. I could almost remember the unbearable heat of the place, but that didn't make any sense because I'd never been there.
"Thanos..." one of the things hissed. That was all it took.
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So... I'm obviously wrapping up my fic. If it's ending too abruptly... I'm sorry? As much as I love writing, I just don't have the time for it anymore- at least not constantly. A single chapter will take me from one to four hours, maybe more, and usually more than two. So I'm going to finish my fic, do oneshots when I feel like it (at least once a month probably), and tbh ending my fic will probably take a while, so. I'd like to thank you all for your support. Don't expect constant updates, but I promise to end the story well. Have a wonderful school year ❤
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