Hi everyone! This is a new story following very much in the same vein as my other Avengers story, "A World Apart". I was going to add this story onto AWA, but it's been almost a year since I last updated that story and plus I think I have too much I want to cover in this story for it to be a single chapter. So... this will likely turn into a multi-chapter story if it goes over well.

If you haven't read my other story, my storyline is that Loki has been banished from Asgard with no magic and is living in Stark Tower with the other Avengers. Thor splits his time between Asgard and Earth. Both brothers are often confused by things on Earth and I like to put a bit of that in every chapter.

Basically this story will be a mix of humour, brotherly moments with Thor, and probably a bit of hurt/comfort later on because I'm a sucker for it.

This story is just for fun, it's not meant to be taken seriously in any way or to be faithful to the comics. Sometimes people might get a bit out of character, but if they do, it's usually for the sake of the humour. I hope you enjoy.

WARNING: Some language.

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"ROAD TRIPPPPP!"

Loki sighs loudly, rubbing his forehead. Tony has been shouting that same phrase for the past five hours, ever since he decided early this morning that it was time to go "camping", as he called it. Loki is still pretty unclear on the concept, but one thing is for sure, it sounds absolutely ridiculous.

Apparently he does not have a choice whether or not he accompanies them on this trip though. "Them" of course being the group of fools he is living with, known as the Avengers, or as Tony calls them, "Earth's Mightiest Heroes". Or, as Loki calls them, "Midgard's Useless Fools".

Loki had already put his foot down on one thing – he's not going if Thor's not going. So Tony had agreed they'd ask Thor when he returned from his trip to Asgard tonight.

Loki sincerely hopes that Thor has commitments in Asgard that he must go back for and therefore will not be able to accompany them on this idiot's journey. Tony wants to leave the day after tomorrow, after all. Short notice, and all that.

Currently Loki is curled up on the couch, hating Tony with every fibre of his being. The billionaire is almost skipping around Stark Tower, packing his bags already and calling up all the other Avengers.

He's already phoned Steve and Clint, and now he's in the process of calling Bruce Banner. He flops down on the couch across from Loki, phone to his ear, and makes mocking pouty faces at Loki until Bruce picks up.

Loki just glares at Tony, mentally punching him in the face over and over.

"Yo! Bruce! It's Tony. We're going camping and you're coming and it's not debatable. Got it? Great." He hangs up. "Holy crap, Baby Bro, you look like someone just pissed in your cornflakes. Or stole your cape. What's your problem?"

"I do not wish to speak with you," Loki snaps. "I have heard enough of your unbearable voice today." He turns his body so that he doesn't need to see Tony constantly.

"Ouch! Wow. Someone needs a nap." Tony puts his feet up on the coffee table and strokes his beard. "Look, your bro will be home soon and then we can talk to him and get his permission for you to come on our party trip. Okay? No worries. You'll definitely be able to come, I can feel it. Thor's a good guy."

Loki forces himself to take deep breaths. Calm down, Loki. Do not kill him. You have been doing so well. You are probably only days away from your magic being returned to you. He breathes slowly, in through his nose, out through his mouth.

"Road trippppp!" Tony yawns. "God. Where is everybody today? This place is like a dead zone. Wanna play Call of Duty?"

"BROTHER!"

Both Tony and Loki jump at the bellowed word, and a moment later Thor strides into the room, his red cape flowing, blond hair following suit.

"Thor," Loki says in a bland, long-suffering tone, although secretly he is glad to see his brother. Thor has been away for two weeks, and Loki has actually sorely missed him. Plus, he is about ready to murder every one of the Avengers if he has to spend even more one moment alone with any of them.

"Brother dear! I have indeed missed you. How are you? What have you been doing? Tell me everything!" Thor crosses to the couch and scoops Loki into a ribcage-bruising hug, which Loki struggles away from only because it's tradition.

"Do sit down Thor and stop making a fool of yourself." Loki straightens his shirt irritably.

Thor claps Tony on the shoulder and then flops down heavily next to Loki. "Well brother? How have you been?"

"He's been a whiny little bitch, is what he's been," Tony cuts in. "No, I don't want to! No, leave me alone! Stop bothering me! I'll rip your head off I swear! I'm so glad you're back, Percy Jackson. Honestly."

Loki glares daggers at Tony. "That pathetic simpering voice sounds not one bit like me," he growls in a low tone. "And I did not threaten to rip off your head. Although if you wish me to, I would be happy to oblige."

"Oooh, I'm shaking in my ten-thousand dollar motorcycle boots." Tony rolls his eyes.

Thor looks back and forth between his brother and Tony, uncertain if they are joking or not. "Well, I have news, anyway. Guess what, Loki?"

"What?" Loki asks reluctantly, still glaring at the side of Tony's head.

Thor's smile is like the sun its so bright. "I have no need to go back to Asgard for at least a month! We will have such fun together. I think we should go somewhere. Perhaps Friend Stark..." He trails off at the horrified expression on Loki's face and the smug expression on Tony's face. "What is it, brother?"

"Well, doesn't that just work out perfectly." Tony's grinning so wide Loki thinks his face might split in half. "Aw, Thor, your Baby Bro's gonna be so happy! Now you both can come camping with us."

"Come where now?" Thor's face lights up at the the prospect of a new adventure, and he grins openly at his brother, who can only glare helplessly.

"Road tripppppp!" Tony whoops, doing the salsa around the room as he dials Natasha's number.

X

"Brother, I am so excited!"

"Thor, do shut up for once."

It's the next day, and Loki is standing miserably next to his brother in the middle of a large, bright store, full of things for "camping". Everything that he has seen so far has confused him, especially the odd-shaped "tents" which they are supposed to sleep in. Why on Asgard anyone would want to sleep in a piece of thin material shaped and coloured like an odd fruit is beyond him.

Thor is almost dancing with joy, touching everything in sight and exclaiming at the mortals' ingenious over and over. Loki has the distinct urge to be sick.

Currently Steve is off looking at the tents with Clint and Natasha, and Loki and Thor are trailing behind Tony as he throws what seems to be one of everything in the store into his cart.

"Flashlights... those cool fold up metal spoons... I think we're just about done... sleeping bags! That's next." Tony pats the handle of the cart. "Hey, Thunderstruck. Wanna push the cart? That way you don't break anything in the store and I don't break anything in my back."

"Of course, friend Stark!" Thor grins amiably and easily pushes the cart behind Tony as they head toward the sleeping bags.

Loki trails behind still, his arms crossed, glaring hatefully at the shop attendants who are lingering nearby hopefully, obviously aware that Tony has a lot of money.

The sleeping bag section is huge, as is every other section in this store. The sleeping bags, which look like giant cocoons, are hanging all the way up and down the aisle, and there seems to be an endless selection. Loki is dizzy just looking at them all.

Tony throws his arms wide and grins like a lunatic. "Check this out! I don't actually need a new sleeping bag, but honestly, if you guys are getting one, I am too. So go, choose one! My treat."

Thor doesn't need any encouragement, he hurries off to a large puffy looking red one immediately.

Loki follows him at a slower pace, glancing distrustfully back at the shop attendants, who are still drifting along behind them and smiling blandly.

"What's up, Kitty Cat?" Tony follows Loki's gaze and hitches a bright smile into place. "I'll take care of them. You go look." He gives Loki a little shove in the opposite direction and then heads toward the attendants, already singing the store's praises.

Loki wanders down the long aisle, his sharp eyes skipping over sleeping bag after sleeping bag, finally stopping on a dark green one. Hesitantly, he glances back at the shop attendants, who are all laughing uncertainly along with Tony, who has his head thrown back and is laughing very loudly. Probably over one of his own jokes, Loki thinks, and he touches the sleeping bag gingerly. It's all shiny and slippery, and he can't say he trusts it. But the inside of it... it's dark green plaid and very, very soft. He likes it in spite of his initial irritation toward all camping things.

"That's the one, huh, Baby Bro?"

Loki jumps and pulls his hands back, glancing back in surprise at Tony, who has suddenly materialized out of nowhere and is holding a vivid red and yellow sleeping bag which looks conveniently like the Iron Man suit.

Thor strides up before Loki can answer, the bright red sleeping bag clamped under his arm and a joyous expression on his face. "These are truly a great creation, Friend Stark! I cannot wait to try it. Loki, have you chosen?"

"I do not know." Loki looks back at the sleeping bag shyly.

"Yes you do know." Tony winks at him and stuffs the sleeping bag into his cart. "It's got your name written all over it."

"It does?" Loki and Thor say together, peering closer at it. "Where?"

"Nevermind." Tony sighs. "It's yours, Cat Eyes. Don't say I never gave you anything. Let's meet up with the others."

X

It's five o' clock in the morning. Loki is curled in a ball on the couch, cursing Tony and Thor and everyone else involved in this ridiculous idea. The sun is barely up, for Odin's sake.

The others are all loading Tony's RV with all of their food and equipment. Loki was helping earlier, but Loki is also so not a morning person, and he was so incredibly miserable and grumpy that Tony told him to just go sit on the couch with his new sleeping bag and take a nap.

But he can't, because he's already up, and now he's getting nervous about this stupid trip.

Curse Tony for wanting to get an "early start". He really is a despicable man.

On the bright side though, his sleeping bag is quite enjoyable. He's not inside it, but he's got his arms wrapped around it and the inside is all soft and warm and comforting. He rubs his cheek against it gently.

Thor, his long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, walks by carrying an entire cooler packed with food and drinks. He holds it in one hand, leaning over to pat Loki's shoulder.

"Are you all right, brother?" His face softens when Loki looks up at him miserably. "This trip will be fun, I promise you, Loki."

"Oh shut up, Thor," Loki snaps. "How many times have you promised me such things before? And how many times have things turned out horribly?" He lets go of his sleeping bag and curls up further, glaring at the floor.

Thor hesitates. "Well. This time I am sure everything will be fantastic. You love the outdoors, Loki. We can go out and see what the outdoors is like on Midgard! It will be fascinating."

"Of course." Loki rolls his eyes. "I can think of nothing I would rather do."

"Myself neither!" Thor grins widely, completely missing the sarcasm. "We are almost done loading the Are Vee. I will come and get you when we are ready to leave."

"I am holding my breath," Loki mutters as his brother strides away, shaking the ground.

X

Two hours later, they're on the road. The sun is finally up, and Loki is feeling the tiniest bit more positive, although he would never admit it.

Tony is driving the RV, which is not particularly comforting, but at least Bruce is sitting up front with him. Steve is asleep on one of the fold out beds, and Natasha is reading a book. Clint is fiddling with his phone, and Thor is sitting by the window with a rapt expression on his face, watching the countryside go by.

"Fantastic!" He exclaims every few moments, grinning widely.

Loki does not care what his brother is amazed about. He is looking at a magazine that Tony gave him, all about those ridiculous automobiles that Tony is so in love with. Most of the time he is competely unimpressed by these machines, but this time one has actually caught his eye, and he's been studying its beautiful design for the past twenty minutes with admiring eyes.

"Found something you like, Blitzen?" Tony appears next to him, and Loki glances swiftly towards the front of the RV – Bruce is driving.

"Did you think I left this thing with no driver? I'm not that stupid." Tony chuckles, and sits down next to him.

Loki edges away slightly, but Tony leans over anyway.

"Oooh, the '69 Chevrolet Chevelle, eh? Good choice, good choice." Tony looks slightly surprised. "I like your style. Of course it's in a dark green, too. That's your car, buddy."

Loki tosses the magazine aside, embarrassed, and affects an aloof air. "I care nothing for these childish machines. Do not insult me."

"Okay, sure." Tony raises his eyebrows. "I totally believe you, no problem." He looks up at Thor, who is chuckling gently and shaking his head. "What's up, Thunderbird?"

"This world is quite beautiful," Thor replies, his blue eyes shining. "Never have I seen so many trees! And I will never tire of seeing you mortals' inane creations. Fantastic!"

Loki rolls his eyes.

"So can I ask something?" Clint interrupts, tossing his phone aside with a bored sigh. "Why are we sleeping in tents if we're bringing the RV?"

Tony gapes at him. "For the outdoor experience, Barton. Come on. Live a little."

Clint rolls his eyes. "Whatever. When you get eaten by a bear, don't blame me."

"Eaten by what?" Thor spins away from the window and Loki freezes.

"Jeez, it's like an eye-rolling factory in here," Tony says. "Forget it, bros. Don't even worry about it, Clint's just being an ass. He's kidding. Look. Listen up. Can I have everyone's attention for like, two minutes max? Okay, maybe more once I get going. But whatever. You guys got anything better to do? I didn't think so. Alright."

He rubs his hands together and leans forward as though he's about to tell a secret. "We're heading to this place called Randall's Peak. It's got loads of really cool rocky hiking trails and lakes and even some small caves. Sound good?"

Natasha and Clint nod enthusiastically, while Thor and Loki exchange glances silently.

"What about the bears?" Thor asks.

Tony glares at Clint, his dark eyes furious. "Thanks a lot, Agent Loser Face."

X

Shall I continue? :)

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If I do continue updates might be a bit far apart, as I'm currently in college. But I will try and update as fast as possible.

Thanks for reading!