Little Loki's Big Adventure

Droppin' Awesome Mix

Hi everyone,

So first of all, SO SORRY FOR THIS LATE UPDATE!!
I wanted to post this way earlier, but then a lot of shit came up so I had to postpone and I really wanted to do some more writing but I didn't really get the chance to do so... being an adult sucks *dramatic sigh* XD

Anyway, here it is, finally! Chapter 10!
Hope you will enjoy!

'Okay, so you hold on tightly, like this... and then you try to flip it, like this.' Steve explained as he flipped a pancake in mid-air, catching it again with his frying pan. 'See? it's easy. Now you try.'

Loki observed the captain, paying close attention to every move the man made. Wanting to make himself useful, he had tried to help Steve and Clint to prepare lunch in the large open kitchen. 'Okay,' he nodded determinately. He took a deep breath and placed his feet firmly on the small wooden stool he stood on so he could actually see what he was doing. He threw the pancake high up in the air, only problem, instead of catching it with the frying pan, the pancake landed right on top of the Winter Soldier, who was just about to grab some plates to set the table.

'Oops...' Loki mumbled softly as he covered his mouth with his hand, staring at the soldier with wide eyes. He then looked at the frying pan in his hand and quickly hid it behind his back. 'I am so sorry mister Barnes...'

Bucky remained silent for a moment as he just stared in front of him, feeling the still runny batter now slowly drip from his hair. He then took a deep breath and managed to conjure an expression on his face that was supposed to represent a forgiving smile. 'No worries, kid.' He said through tightly clenched teeth.

Loki jumped off the small stool he was standing on and quickly hid behind the captain, the highly questionable and, to him, plain scary expression on the soldier's face nearly bringing him to tears. 'I- I am truly sorry!'

'It's okay, Loki,' Steve chuckled, placing a hand on the child's shoulder, though he could not help but cast a quick gaze at his friend, who was now trying to get all the pieces of uncooked and sludgy pancake out of his hair.

The three then turned around as they heard a fourth voice break out in laughter.

'You'll get the hang of it kid, don't worry.' Clint said, managing to bring his laughter down to a chuckle as the soldier glared at him. God, if looks could kill, he would drop dead on the spot. 'It's just a matter of practice. See?' Clint then flipped his own pancake, making sure it landed perfectly on one of the four plates which were already stacked at least two-feet-high with the sweet delicacy. He then looked up, admiring the earlier attempts of the raven. Some pancakes were sticking to the ceiling, some were dripping from the edge of the fridge. 'Just look at it like this; at least this time, your pancake actually came back down again.'

'... Right!' Loki smiled brightly. 'May I try again?' he asked, looking at the two men.

'Sure Loki, no problem,' Steve smiled, helping Loki to put some more butter in his pan.

'Funny thing though,' Clint started as he continued cooking. 'Normally, people just come and go during lunch, but for some reason, when there's pancakes involved, they all assemble like it's the freaking end of the world.'