(A/N: The art above is mine and specifically goes with this chapter. Bby Clint is just so upset with Daniel. XD The quote in the back of the picture is in bold in this chapter so don't worry about trying to read what's behind Clint. Just look for my bold quote. :) Hope you enjoy this chapter! 💖💖 Love you, reader!)
So, Loki and I made gingerbread men yesterday and needless to say... Most of them were gone by the time morning rolled around. But now I'm waiting in the kitchen for Loki to show up and I have Jarvis videoing the whole thing. THEN THE GINGERBREAD PRANK SHALL BEGIN! WATCH. JUST. WATCH.
As footsteps were heard coming to the kitchen, Daniel hopped onto the counter and immediately transformed into a gingerbread man, falling onto a Christmas plate. However, Loki wasn't the one to walk into the kitchen. Clint smirk as his eyes fell on the plate. "Lucky me! The last gingerbread man!"
He snatched the cookie eagerly and was about to shove the entire thing in his mouth when it suddenly started moving and shouting, "Let go of me, Katniss! I'm not your food!"
Clint quickly dropped it and rubbed his hands on the front of his shirt as he cried out in an upset, childish manner. "EW! Daniel! I can't believe I almost ate you! What the hell are you doing?! It's almost Christmas and you're going to do this to me! I can't believe you! I thought we were friends!" He then sprinted out the room yelling, "NATASHAAAAA!"
Daniel cracked up laughing before he finally caught his breath enough to ask, "Jarvis, did you catch that?"
"Yes, sir," Jarvis replied in his usual friendly British accent, "But I do suggest you get into your position now unless you wish to be caught by Mr. Laufeyson."
Daniel quickly hopped onto the plate without further question. It wasn't long after that Loki walked in, evidently still confused at seeing Clint run past him in such a distraught manner. But the moment his eyes landed on the single gingerbread man in the plate his eyes lit up with joy. He immediately slunk over to the counter and grabbed the gingerbread man while licking his lips readily. However, as soon as he went to take a bite, he drew back in shock as the gingerbread started screeching, "No! Not the buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons!"
Loki dropped it to the counter as his wide eyes never left the little gingerbread man. "What..." After a few moments of watching the little man just lay still, he shouted in an uncertain panic, "DANIEL, IT'S ALIVE!!!"
But in that same moment, the little gingerbread turned into Daniel who was laughing his butt off while he managed to choke out, "Damn right it's alive!" He held his stomach as he couldn't catch his breath, he was laughing too hard. "You should have seen your face! HAHAHA! You looked so stupid!"
It was a quick moment, but Daniel soon found himself butthurt on the tiled floor of the kitchen. Loki then grumbled, "That wasn't funny... You know I like gingerbread..."
Daniel looked up at Loki with a knowing smile. "Is that what Thor said when you tricked him into thinking you were a cute snake?"
"That was different!" He argued with slightly red cheeks, "I actually stabbed Thor."
Daniel jumped to his feet with a smile. "I bet you would have loved if I would have stabbed you, wouldn't you have?"
Loki sighed as he looked down. "You may have just stabbed at my pride, you idiot."
Natasha soon came into the kitchen followed closely by Clint who was glaring at Daniel. She asked with an exasperated look on her face, "Daniel, what are you doing terrorizing Clint? You know he likes to eat 24/7."
"I do not!"
Pointing to Loki, Daniel explained, "I was just pranking a God of Mischief. Nothing harmful, I promise! Clint just happened to walk in on me before Loki showed up. And then Clint freaked out- Hey, do you want to see the video?! It was totally awesome! You have to see it! Come on! Everyone to the living room!"
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