A/N: I changed the season at the beginning of the book from summer to fall since I'm having these Christmas feels and I need to put them somewhere. Coming up soon: An Avengers Christmas!

Not in this chapter though.

Sorry to disappoint.

Totally not sorry.

Enjoy!
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Loki sat up groggily before instantly regretting it, his head swimming. He was still in his armor, and had been hastily thrown into the guest bedroom the previous night after everyone grew tired. Looking to his left, he noticed the beautiful woman sitting on the corner of the bed.

"Good morning, love." He rasped.

Brunnhilde smirked.

"Looks like someone has a nasty hangover."

Despite his pain, Loki chuckled softly.

"Yes, well I'm still trying to figure out if getting insanely drunk to drive away my problems was worth it."

Now it was her turn to laugh.

"Stark told me to come wake you. He said, and I quote, 'If antlers doesn't haul ass and get down here, he's gonna miss breakfast, and I know I won't be feeling sorry for him'."

Loki tried to fight off the nausea and headache while swinging his legs over the side of the bed and slowly standing up.

"Charming." He replied sarcastically.

He insisted that he could make it down the stairs without assistance, but Brunnhilde helped him along anyway, leaving no room for debate. She was incredibly stubborn, a trait that Loki loved and hated at the same time.

When they got to the living room, a heated debate was in full swing.

"I'm telling you, it's an orange! The rind is tough enough to shield itself from damage!" Tony yelled at Bruce, who had arrived at the base the night before after making sure that Sigyn had things covered at the warehouse.

Bruce gave him a condescending glare.

"No. A star fruit would make much more sense. Since it's edges are sharp, it could do more damage. An orange is too circular."

Loki squinted his eyes in confusion at the two scientists, his head throbbing.

"What are you going on about?" He asked.

Tony took another bite of pancakes while continuing to send Bruce dirty looks.

"Bruce and I are arguing over which fruit would win in a fight. He insists on a star fruit, but I think it would be an orange."

The trickster thought about this for a moment.

"Pineapple." He finally said.

Banner's eyes widened while Tony paused for a moment, his fork raised in the air.

"Yes! That's it! It's got pointy edges for a weapon!"

Stark grinned, catching on.

"And it's hard outer shell provides the perfect defense!"

Loki smirked and plopped down at the bar next to Thor, who passed his brother a plate of pancakes.

Brunnhilde sat on the other side of her lover and stole one of his pancakes, a mischevious glint in her eye.

"I spat on that, you know." He teased.

She pretended not to know that he was joking and spit out her water on his face.

"Well then that makes us even." She said.

He grimaced and wiped the water off of his face with his sleeve. She rubbed one of the droplets off of his lip with her thumb, causing him to smile.

"Oh geez you two, get a room!" Natasha called from the couch.

Thor shook his head back and forth rapidly.

"Don't encourage them!"

Loki just rolled his eyes at the blonde's remark.

"So are we just cool with this now? I mean....we have a murderous psycho in the same room as us flirting with a chick from space and eating pancakes. Are we not going to question this at all?" Clint asked, annoyance evident in his tone.

Steve sighed.

"We need his help to stop H.O.P.E."

Tony flashed Brunnhilde a grin.

"I'm okay with him staying as long as she sticks around. Wanna get out of here, honey?" He asked coyly.

Loki was up in an instant, brandishing a dagger and standing over Tony.

"If you even think about laying a finger on here, I swear I'll-"

"You'll what? Kill me? That might be a little hard to do with a dagger against a suit of iron, Reindeer Games."

Tony had gotten up as well and stood, nose to nose, with the god of mischief himself.

"Don't make him do it...." Thor warned to Stark.

The billionaire was perplexed.

"Do what? All I did was try and hook up with a sexy badass! To be honest, I could care less whether she's taken or not!"

The second the words left his mouth, he received a punch to the jaw.

"Say it again! Do it!" Loki yelled, throwing another punch.

He was knocked back by a fist of iron that collided with his face.

Now it was Iron Man against Loki, both of them switching between defense and offense. Loki was hurling blasts of magic at the billionaire and making it very clear that this fight was to the death. When he finally had the chance to intervene, Thor grabbed Loki and threw him to the floor, giving the trickster a concussion. When Stark refused to relent, Natasha and Cap tried to overpower him. Loki was growling at Thor to release him, which didn't seem to be happening any time soon.

"Stark! Stand down!" Nat yelled, trying to pull him back, her fingers slipping on the metal of his suit.

"He attacked me, and now he's gonna pay!" Tony responded, firing a blast at Loki, who rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the hit.

By the time Bruce had managed to figure out how to wirelessly shut down Stark's suit with a digital self destruct button, Loki was sporting a black eye and several more injuries, and Tony was whining about his damaged suit. When they had begun to start up another fight, Natasha cuffed both of them to separate sides of the bar counter.

"I'm going to kill you, Stark!" Loki screeched, trying to twist his way out of the cuffs.

Stark had calmed down and was trying to reach for his drink, which was too far away for his shackled hands to grab.

"I hate you so much."

Loki grinned mockingly.

"The feeling's mutual."

The two continue to bicker and struggle until Steve angrily told them to shut up.

After roughly two hours of Tony and Loki glaring at each other intensely, Clint grew bored of the quiet and left the base. He soon returned with a small, but full, plastic bag clutched in one of his hands. The archer removed his leather jacket and baseball cap before standing proudly in the center of the room with a grin full of giddy childish glee.

"Movie marathon!" He announced happily.

"What are we watching?" Loki asked, glad to have some form of entertainment after being chained to a bar stool for the past two hours.

"The producers call them 'Marvel movies'. They found look alike actors and actresses to reenact some of the past events in our lives. No one knows how they got some of the information that they did, but nothing stays private in this world anymore. They even managed to dig up some Asgardian drama, and rumor has it that Jane Foster supplied them with a lot of the information."

Tony smirked.

"Let me guess, their most popular movie is 'Tony Stark: The Most Brilliant Avenger'."

Clint shook his head.

"Actually, it's titled 'Iron Man' and it's not the most popular movie. I figured we could watch the Avengers movie, and then all of the ones after that. There's quite a few."

Loki raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"Am I in any of them?"

Barton chuckled.

"Are you serious?! The fan girls go crazy over your actor! You're in 3 of the movies, but since we're starting with the Avengers, you'll have to watch the first one on your own time."

Natasha waltzed over to Stark and Loki.

"Now if you two promise not to kill each other, you can watch the movie with us."

They groaned like immature children, but agreed, and the Black Widow unlocked their cuffs and sent them over to the couch.

"You're dead after these movies are over, Antlers."

Loki rolled his eyes.

"Not if I kill you first."