AN: The lovely SL pointed out to me that Trish's name would technically be Trish Thordottir, and that Jane would keep her own last name, as is tradition. I like this idea, so from here on out, Trish is Trish Thordottir.

This little drabble is also because of SL's magic idea dust 3 muahaha. Not exactly what you mentioned, dear, but hahaha!~

You're a Jerk!

"You're floating." Loki pointed out absently, elbow on his knee and chin in hand.

"I'm angry." Trish replied, brilliant blue eyes flashing at him before she returned to her mission. "We have the same blood. Why can't I lift this bloody thing?" The nine year old planted her feet firmly back on the ground, heaving will all of her might.

"I can't lift it either." Loki eyed Mjolnir, sitting harmlessly in the centre of the private training room. "And you're much smaller than I." As an after thought, he added, "Watch your tongue, young lady. If your mother were to hear you, you would surely get a spanking."

"You're not my father."

"No, but I'm still your elder, and you'll show me the respect I deserve." It felt a little practiced even to him, and he pressed his lips into a thin line at the growl his niece tossed his way. "Are you going to bother telling me what's wrong, or should I just go tell your father you're attempting to steal his toys?"

She paused, letting go of the hammer so she could twist around and lean against it. "You're a jerk."

"Always." He replied, cheerful.

She rolled her eyes and ugh, he just knew she was going to be a handful when she got older. He was thankful he wasn't her father. "A boy at school," Ah, yes, that place where they herd the human children like mindless little drones to be trained by idiots, "tried to take Asgard from me. They all pick on me because I sometimes talk oddly." Loki didn't find it odd, but it was his dialect, and Thor's as well, that the girl had picked up on. "I saw dad smash you across the street with Mjolnir on the news last night." Loki winced, because yes, his ribs did still ache thank you, "And I figured I could maybe bash the jerks head in."

Loki tutted and leaned forwards "Perhaps you should speak to the Doctor Banner about this, hm?" Loki didn't play nice, and he didn't play fair. It just wasn't a good idea all around for him to try telling someone else that violence is not the answer. He wasn't keen on being a hyprocite. Then again, Banner might not be the best choice for it either...Although, he did seem to have exceptional control. (Not that Loki himself didn't have amazing control, but really, breaking those who wronged him was just so much fun.)

"I like uncle Bruce and all, but if I go to him he's either gonna get really, really angry that someone's being mean to me, or he's going to get really, really weird and tell me not to smash things. Uncle Clint and aunt Nat told me they couldn't give me any advice." Probably because they were both deadly assassins, and just as horrible as Loki when it came to getting revenge. "So..."

"So you try to steal Mjolnir and hope someone comes along to guide you? I'll have to fetch your mother then." Loki made to stand, amused at his nieces ramblings.

"Please don't. She's just going to tell me I have to be nice." She turned once more, grabbing the hammer and heaving with all her might. "Why won't this thing lift? I'm strong enough." He could hear the pout.

"I think it's less about strength and more about virtue." At her confused look, Loki shrugged a shoulder. "Your father can explain it one day."

"Explain what, one day?" Thor stood in the doorway, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world. He glanced from his daughter to his brother, brow furrowed. "Trish?"

"I was just going to get you." Loki lied smoothly, standing and running a hand over his front to make sure the suit was still perfect. "I'll be leaving now."

"Come, brother. You don't have to leave with such haste." Thor didn't apologize for nearly breaking Loki's ribs, but they both knew it wasn't needed. Loki made giant rabbits because it was fun, they beat each other up, they healed. It was a cycle.

One he was starting to enjoy and look forward to, and that bothered him. He blamed it entirely on his trouble causing niece, and the odd Darcy woman that seemed to follow his brothers family everywhere. She was enchanting, and he was certain she wasn't entirely human. No full human could be so much fun.

"Yes, in fact I do." His armor appeared, piece by piece. "I bid you farewell, Trish Thordottir."

"Night uncle Loki, see you next Sunday."

"What's Sunday?" He paused, cape curved halfway around his body, as per his usual dramatic disapearing act.

Trish grinned. "Caterpillars."

Loki nodded. "Right, right." He had wanted to create giant caterpillars that shot lasers, because a certain little birdy had told him Clint was terrified of caterpillars. Plus, they were fuzzy, and incredibly creepy looking. "I'll see you then." He finished with his cape, disapearing into the night.

"Should I be concerned?" Thor rumbled, hefting Mjolnir onto one shoulder, craddling Trish in the other arm.

She watched her father lift the enchanted hammer, smile playing on her face. "No, I don't think so." Thinking further about caterpillars, and how totally heeby jeebied uncle Clint was going to be next Sunday, Trish nestled against her father and let her thoughts of revenge slip away for a while.

Sunday was going to be so much better than a few seconds of revenge anyway.