Author's Note: Honestly, I have no idea where I came up with this idea. I thought it would be a neat situation :)

And I'm preeeettty sure this story is going to eventually lead into from FrostIron stuff. I'm writing as I go, so we'll see in the near future.

Yep, that's it! Hopefully your eyes and brain will enjoy themselves!

"I've got a lock on Loki's location." Tony Stark glided in between buildings, trees and other city necessities with ease. The Iron Man suit brought Tony to their arch nemesis faster than Captain America, Thor, or any of the other Avengers. "Little sucker found his way to Central Park."

"Do not engage. Your team is almost there." Buzzed the voice of Nick Fury through the headset.

"Too late." Tony responded calmly as he hovered above Loki. He was a moving target, and Loki instantly shot blue rays of the tesseract at him with his spear. "I'm already here. Kind of an advantage to flying, you know? But hey, listen. I'm gonna start here, so you guys are gonna have to catch up."

"Don't even-" Steve began.

"Dare." Tony finished with a mocking tone. "You guys better catch up!"

Tony knocked Loki to the ground with the beams from his palms before landing on the ground, one foot at a time. The God laid there for a short moment before he slowly got back up on his feet, but only because Tony allowed him to.

"Where are your friends, now?" Loki asked in an amusing manner, yet he was quite breathless. He was taken off guard, but now he is fully capable of defending himself.

From where Loki was standing, he couldn't hear Tony, he could just see him turning away from him and bobbing his head, as if talking behind his mask. He couldn't believe he was ignoring him in the middle of battle.

"Stark." Loki barked impatiently. He was a God, and he didn't take kindly to being ignored by these humans. He was astounded at the sudden realization as to what was going on. "You ignorant vermin! I'm talking to- Are you on your cellular device?"

"Yeah, one second." Tony extended and held his pointer finger to Loki, gesturing for him to wait. He continued his phone conversation, it was most likely Pepper on the other line.

"The nerve!" Loki didn't have a second to waste, his time was running out. He slammed the butt of his spear into the ground, causing a small shock wave of blue aura. This gained Tony's attention.

He pointed his spear at Tony, sending a powerful beam of the tesseract towards him. Tony shot his own beam at Loki, which caused a standoff. Their beams hit each other right in between the two of them, pushing at each other.

Tony held his stance, determined to come out more powerful. "Do you mind? How would you like it if I interrupted your conversations?" He yelled at him over the sound of the echoing rays.

Loki responded with an irritated tone, "Do me the pleasure of explaining how this gets turned on me!"

Promptly after that, their beams caused an odd yet instant reaction, causing a bright flash of light between them. The force threw them both backwards and off their feet, landing them a few yards behind where they lied motionless.

Bystanders ran for their lives, screaming their heads off.

"I see them. Just follow against the screaming people." Hawkeye spoke through the mic as he stood at the corner of a roof. His foot rested on the ledge for extra support as he aimed an arrow at Loki, just in case the villain attempted to flee.

It was just moments later when the rest of the Avengers swooped by to join in the fight-or really, what should've been an epic fight.

"Loki." Thor ran to his little brother and knelt down beside him to examine for any life threatening wounds. Natasha and Bruce both went to Tony, doing the same to the Iron Man.

"He's out." Bruce pointed out the obvious.

"My brother as well." Thor responded after throwing the unconscious God over his shoulders with ease.

Steve approached the group and said, "Let's get them both back to the Avengers Tower. We'll talk then."

Soreness. That's all he felt was soreness all over his body.

The massive headache did a rather fine job complimenting it.

Tony opened his eyes just enough to peek up at the ceiling. He blinked a few times, as if trying to register where the hell he was. This was a familiar looking ceiling; his brain just didn't have enough energy to recognize what it was from.

He forced his aching body to sit up. He held his head in his hand as he shut his eyes tightly to ignore the waves of pain.

Suddenly, his brain jolted with worry and attention. He stood up fast, his eyes darting across the chamber around him.

Holy hell- he was in the Hulk's cage.

"Helloo-ooo?" He called, cupping a hand around his mouth. With that same hand, he clamped it over his mouth, grasping it loosely.

What the hell was that?
His voice was different-no, it was familiar.

Tony cautiously approached the glass window, wide eyes staring at his subtle reflection. He could see the outline of his figure as a shape relatively smaller than before. He saw Loki in the reflection, but his rational mind couldn't allow himself to believe it.

Clammy, nervous hands reached up to touch his foreign face. His fingers traced along his skin, remapping everything he thought he knew.

He reached up and pinched his long, sleeked back hair, pulling at it to make sure it wasn't a wig.

"No, no, no..." He whispered frantically as he continually touched his face in disbelief.

Then, without much thought, he loosened his pants and peeked inside to a rather unpleasant view. "Oh, jeez." He breathed heavily as his head shot up. His green eyes shifted side to side in an awkward manner.

"Yep. This definitely isn't mine." He spoke in monotone.

If he was in Loki's body, then where the hell was Loki?

He felt as if he were awakening from the deepest slumber he's ever been in. He groaned and put a hand to his forehead in an attempt to ease the pain of his headache.

"Hey, he's up." Spoke the familiar voice, and suddenly Loki could feel the presence of someone leaning in close to his face.

Upon recognition of the voice, his eyes shot open and he leaned up onto his elbows, putting a hand up to defend himself. He was frazzled-being a villain and all, then waking up with the Avengers surrounding you wasn't a pleasant sight.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay, Tony. It's me, Steve." Steve Rogers put a hand gently on his chest as if to calm him down.

"Pardon?" Loki asked breathlessly. He spoke with Tony's voice, yet with his own Asgardian accent. "Oh, now that's rather odd."

Natasha squinted her eyes at Loki, but suspected nothing. "We found you and Loki both unconscious next to each other. Seems like you two really duked it out."

"I'm Tony?" Loki asked cautiously. His eyebrow rose, ignoring whatever the hell this woman just said.

Steve and Natasha glanced at each other, then back at Loki.

"I'm Tony." He repeated, this time his voice full of disbelief and wonder. "And, you two...you two are my allies- nay, my friends." He stated and waited for their reaction.

"Yep, give him a sedative." Steve turned his head to Natasha, who willingly nodded.

"No!" Loki insisted as he sat up all the way. "Really, I'm fine. In fact, I feel better than ever."

"Oookay. Well that's weird. Anyway, come on down whenever you're ready. I'd be nice for you to join the rest of the team." With that being said, Natasha and Steve both left the room, leaving Loki in the room to ponder the situation for a moment.

Loki slipped out of bed gracefully. He lifted his shirt and didn't bother to hide his impressiveness. He tapped a fingernail to his arc reactor, staring at it in disbelief. He could actually feel it resting in the center of his chest every time he twisted his upper torso. It was surely something he would just have to get used to.

An impressive thought sprang into his mind.

Posing as Tony, he could easily attack Midgard- you humans know it as your homeland, earth- and turn the human race against the Avengers team. This would surely break them and make his victory much easier. Iron Man as the new domain ruler of this pathetic planet has a nice ring to it.

"Do not play dumb with me, brother!" Thor raged on, pointing a finger at the helpless and imprisoned Tony Stark.

"You're not listening to me!" Tony retaliated, putting emphasis on each syllable. "I'm not your weasel brother, dammit, I'm Tony! You know, Iron man? You're an alien from another planet, you have magic. How...I mean, really, how can you not believe this-

Thor interrupted, "I refuse to listen to your petty lies any longer." He continued on, but at this moment Tony had turned his back to him and clasped his hands over his head in desperation. This only enraged Thor even more as he watched his little brother acting like a troubling child.

"Is there anyone here who will listen to reason?" Tony yelled out to no one in particular.

Directly ahead of him, he emerged from the darkened hallway-I mean, literally, he did. Well, his body at least.

It was a weird out-of-the-body experience to see yourself walking towards you.

Loki stood by the doorway, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. He stared at Tony with the utmost concentration and victorious look across his face. Even with Tony's face, he looks like a smug and overconfident jackass. Then again, this could be well masked with Tony's own personality. Those two were quite the match.

They locked eyes with each other.

The tension between them was high, and neither knew what their next move was going to be at this point.

Then, the corner of Loki's mouth rose to form a weak smirk. His eyes played a game of lies, which made him unreadable. He put his hands behind his back before speaking.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself, Loki?"

This is where I'm leaving the story, it's just a one shot-

HAHAHhahaha no, I'm kidding.

But really...

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