Avengers: Preferences and Imagines

(Imagine #3 Loki): Hair Dye

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You should've known that dating the god of mischief would come with some...baggage.

For example, no matter how hard you tried, Loki would never stop pranking you. It all started innocently enough. Loki would eat all of your favorite cereal and then put the empty box back, or put a whoopee cushion under the place you were about to sit.

But, the innocent pranking soon took a wrong turn when Loki replaced all of your toothpaste with Elmer's glue. Despite the fact that your teeth were stuck together, it didn't hide the angry glare that was on your face when you stormed up to Loki and pointed a finger at him, at your mouth, and then went berserk, jumping around and screaming with your mouth firmly shut.

Loki, however, just looked at you smugly, not replying. Finally, you stopped your silent screaming and spaz attack to fold your arms, and give him the same expression.

"Fine. If you wanna play dirty, I'll play dirty..."

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Natasha walked cautiously through the main living space of the Avengers tower. She, along with everyone else, was fully aware of the full blown prank war you and Loki had been having for the past month. It was obvious Loki started the prank war, but it didn't become this intense until you fired back. And by firing back, you painted his scepter bright pink, and bedazzled it.

Natasha didn't want to have the misfortune of being in the middle of you two of your throwing ink filled balloons at each other like Steve had just the week before. Poor Steve couldn't get the bluish stain off his face for three days.

She sat down at the counter, sipping some tea, when she heard a scream come from one of the bathrooms. Hardly a second later, the sound of a door slamming, and angry footsteps echoed down the hall towards where Natasha was sitting. You stormed up to her and pointed both your index fingers at your head.

Natasha could hardly contain her laughter at the sight of you in a fluffy bathrobe with bright magenta colored hair.

"This isn't funny Nat!" You exclaimed. "Loki has gone too far this time! TOO GOD DAMN FAR!"

You stormed out again, shouting some choice words at Loki, who wasn't even in the room. That is, until you left.

Loki quietly peeped around the corner, looking both ways before facing the tea-drinking Nat. "Is she gone?"

Natasha nodded. "For now."

Loki sighed in relief. "It seems I might have gone too far with this prank. Natasha, do you think you could help me remove the dye from (Y/N)'s hair?"

Natasha laughed. "Sorry, Loki. I'm not very wise in the ways of hair management. I've always been a natural red-head."

Loki glanced up at the top of Natasha's head and she quickly said, "And my roots are naturally brown."

Loki ran a hand through his own hair, sighing once more. "This is hopeless! I cannot use magic for it might damage (Y/N)'s hair, and nobody in this wretched building seems to know how to remove the dye!"

Natasha then thought for a moment. "Who exactly did you ask about the hair dye?"

Loki shrugged. "You, Wanda, and Agent Hill. I assumed that since you three are women you might have some idea on how one might remove hair dye."

Natasha laughed. "Loki, you asked all the wrong people. Lucky for you, I happen to know who the right person is..."

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