**Thank you to everyone who has read and followed the original 'Make Some Mischief'. I wasn't happy with the way my character, Sylvie, was turning out so I am saving her back story for another Avenger fan fic. Please enjoy this re-write of 'Make Some Mischief' staring Loki post Thor 2 – Dark World (CAUTION: THERE ARE MINOR SPOILERS) and my new character, Nora. Please review and follow if you enjoy!**

**As always, I do not own any Marvel characters or corresponding movie story lines**

Chapter 1

I would like to think that at some point in my life someone loved me. I used to imagine this perfect world with a family and a puppy, but instead I was abandoned to my father's care when I was an infant. I grew up with an absentee father and a stepmother who wanted nothing to do with me. I guess she knew something was different about me, something not… normal.

This abnormality is what led me to my current predicament. I was sitting in an office at S.H.I.E.L.D. being yelled at… again. It seemed that this was being a regular occurrence. Last week, it was because I broke into the computer system and had the entire building in lockdown. Last month, I had rigged a door frame to give anyone who walked through it a shock that knocked them on their ass. And don't get me started how much trouble I got into for sneaking laxatives into Director Fury's morning coffee. That one had been completely worth it.

"When are you going to learn to put your gifts to good use instead of making my life miserable?"

Fury had this bad habit of talking to me like I was still the teenager he knew years prior. It didn't matter to him that I turned twenty-eight last May. I was a child in his eyes and always would be.

"I will stop making your life miserable when you leave me the hell alone," I retorted. Ok, I could still sound like a whiny brat when I wanted to.

I got up and stormed out of the office. He would probably find some way to shut down my access points in the server room and I knew I would be lucky not to end up in the detention cells again. As if on cue, I had three agents barring the hallway.

"I know, I know." I let them cuff me because there was no point in fighting and let them lead me downstairs. The cells were your basic four walls with a bed and a toilet. The one wall was glass so that there was no hope of privacy.

I had spent a lot of time in this place growing up, learning to controls abilities that no human should have to endure. I knew the routine. I got into my room, waited to be uncuffed, and didn't move until the guards had left. One in particular looked at me sadly.

"I'll bring you down some snacks and a book later, ok?" she said.

I nodded. "Thanks Natasha."

The famous Black Widow had a softer side. Who knew? She tried to be a friend whenever she wasn't on assignment, which after the battle in New York wasn't very often. Occasionally, my only friend Darcy Lewis would sneak in and visit me but lately she was somewhere in London area with her boss, Jane Foster. I found Jane to be incredibly annoying and a complete idiot. She moped around S.H.I.E.L.D. for almost two years before she headed across the pond. I mean, who falls in love with a demi-god? There was no way that would ever work out.

Mostly I was left alone unless they wanted to run tests on me. I was their guinea pig. Scientists from every sector came to study me. They wanted to know the whys and the hows. I didn't have any answers and neither did they. At best, they figured out that my mother was probably not human.

Natasha was true to her word. I was enjoying a batch of chocolate chip cookies with milk reading a slutty romance novel when the commotion really started. I got up and stood against the glass to see who was being brought in. They never made this much fuss for me so it had to be someone important. Imagine my shock when Thor wandered by my window, leading his brother by the upper arm.

"We thought you dead! To believe that you would impersonate our father just to find your way to the throne sickens me. Had you killed him, you would have swiftly followed. As it is, he may still kill you when he fully awakens." Thor's voice boomed in the enclosed space.

"Oh brother, it was all in fun. Responsibility has tainted your enjoyment of this situation."

The infamous Loki. I was in the presence of greatness. He had an air of indifference about him, infuriating Thor even more. Frankly, I found that amusing. Thor was way too much of a goody-two-shoes for my tastes. I wondered what the heck Jane saw in him.

I rolled my eyes as their argument continued. Eventually quiet returned to the level as Thor thundered his way back upstairs. There were a few men left to watch over us, but it wasn't necessary. The individual cells were bullet and magic proof. Once in them, there was no easy way of getting out. Lord knows I tried and had succeeded more than once.

"Good book?"

I looked up and was shocked to find I had company. "How did you get in here?"

He laughed and waved his hand around. "Like human technology could ever fully contain me. My body may be trapped as it was on Asgard, but my mind is free to wander." I looked across the hall and saw that his true form had found a comfortable sitting position, watching me intently. "So I will ask you again, mortal. Are you enjoying your book?"

I shrugged. "It's okay. Something to pass the time."

He nodded his understanding. "I find reading to be a pleasurable past time. In my chambers, I have more books than my mother's formal library."

I sensed his sadness and delved into his memories. A lot of the time, I had to work to find what I was looking for, but other times it was as simple as just opening my mind to what was around me. "I'm sorry for your loss."

His eyes flashed. "What do you know of it?"

"Not all secrets are easy to keep." I tapped my head. "If you don't want people to read you, you should build your mental walls a little tougher."

I might have been scared had he actually be sharing the space with me, but a hologram wasn't anything that could hurt me so when he moved to grab me, I laughed as his hand passed through me.

"What sort of demon are you?"

"You should know. You're the God of Mischief and the Master of Magic. Can't you tell what I am?

He shimmered out of sight, presumably back to his own cell, but our conversation clearly wasn't over. He laced his fingers together and crossed his legs on top of the ottoman. S.H.I.E.L.D. had finally upgraded the furniture after years of my bitching. If I was going to be stuck in hell, I might as well be comfortable.

"At best guess," he said, "I would say you are telepathic, though I suspect there is more that you would rather I not know."

"Then you would find out some other way, I'm sure. Yes, telepathic. Mind control, basic telekinesis."

He grinned. "I would find a demonstration of that most captivating."

"Sorry to disappoint. Fury has done everything in his excessive power to make sure that isn't possible."

I grabbed another cookie and went back to reading. It was a shame I couldn't offer him one. Did gods even eat crappy junk food? I would ask him later.

Dinner came, delivered by unlikely chef. "Clint! What's up?"

He smiled. "Natasha had to head out so she asked if I could drop by and check in on you. She ordered you a pizza."

"Extra cheese, tomatoes and mushrooms?"

"Yup." He punched in the code to the door and brought it in. I grabbed an extra paper plate and put two slices on it. "Can you give this to him?" I asked, guestering towards Loki.

Clint shook his head. "No way. Not going anywhere near that creep unless I get to kill him."

"Seriously, don't be such a pansy." I pushed my way past him, food in hand. The guards made to stop me but I glared at them. "I'm not escaping so chill the fuck out."

I hit the access code into the opposing door and let myself in. "Here," I said, putting the plate on the table.

He didn't move. "You know how to get into these rooms?"

"Of course. I've been down here often enough. The only one I don't know is mine because Fury changes it daily. Eat up before it gets cold."

I was almost out of there before he caught me. He had a firm grip on my arm with an arrow pointed at his chest. "Lighten up, Hawk. He's not going to hurt me."

The hand squeezed harder. "How can you be so sure?"

I pushed him in the chest, enough to make a point. "Because I think there is more to you than brute force. You are not your brother, after all… are you?"

I made my way back to my room. Clint was obviously pissed off at me and left without a goodbye. I didn't really care. I ate my dinner and climbed into bed. Before I turned out the light, I looked over and saw Loki sniffing the pizza. He caught my eye and took a big bite. I smiled, and settled in for a long night.