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Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the first chapter of my first multichaptered fic, REVAMPED and EDITED!

Beta'd by krystal lazuli, without whom this story would be a Grammar Nazi's nightmare.

The sun shone down on the blessed city of New York like it did on every day except on rainy, cloudy, or snowy days. So I suppose it wasn't everyday, but close enough, right? Pollution was high, traffic was long, and the noise levels were nearly unbearable. Overhead, several birds discussed the possibility of moving away or possibly revolting by increasing the amount of poop they dropped on people, as tired as they had become with the general annoyance know as the human population. Also on this fine day, there were several grumpy, pissed off people going about their everyday routines, because, you know, it was a much dreaded work day.

So of course, there had to be that one bastard who was ridiculously cheerful, and just had to bump into and destroy your sphere of grumpiness.

"Isn't this just a beautiful day!" Thor exclaimed cheerfully, as if stars and flowers and even sparkles were surrounding him. Seriously, he was so ridiculously cheerful that some people might have thought he had been given a box full of candy. To him, neither noise nor pollution nor traffic could bother him. Nothing could destroy his good mood.

"Thor," Tony said slowly, giving his teammate an odd look. After all, he was being ridiculously cheerful, which was rather annoying to someone like Tony. It wasn't like there was a special occasion or anything for Thor to be so cheerful about. It had in fact been a completely ordinary day for him, simply another day in Stark Tower. He continued, "It's just another Thursday."

"Ay, Friend Stark, it is indeed a wonderful Thorsday!" Thor replied, his cheerfulness not abating a bit. He even started humming.

Tony just gave him a wary look, somewhat afraid that Thor might actually start dancing too. And the last time Thor had started dancing... Tony shuddered as he remembered. It had not been good. Let's just say that Thor had an unfortunate habit of having property damage follow him around like a lost puppy and leave it at that, shall we?

"Sir," Jarvis piped up, "I believe Mr. Odinson is referring to the fact that Thursday is in fact named for him."

What, Tony thought flatly, like what. That wasn't fair! Why was Thor the only one out of the Avengers to get a day named after him?! Tony was sure he was more popular, he certainly deserved to have a day named after him. So he decided.

"Huh? Why don't I get a day named after me? Jarvis, that's a problem you gotta fix," Tony declared, plotting which day to take over. Friday? No, it was still a work day. He needed his day to be awesome. Of course, any day he took over would automatically be awesome, but taking over a day that was already awesome would be even better. Hmm, maybe Saturday or Sunday, then? Yes, definitely Saturday. Now, whether to call it Tonysday or Starkday...

"Yes sir, I shall get right on it," Jarvis responded dryly, not impressed in the least.

"Jarvis, why do I get the feeling that you're being sarcastic?" Tony wondered out loud, somewhat distractedly since his mind was still deciding what name to call his day. Perhaps Iron Man's Day?

"That's because I am, sir," Jarvis answered bluntly.

Tony made a noise which sounded like a dying animal and imitated a fish out of water. He gasped out, "I trusted you, Jarvis, I trusted you!"

"Don't be so dramatic, sir. It will get you nowhere," Jarvis gently chided.

"Friend Stark," Thor began in a somewhat condescending tone, "I do not mean to insult you, but—"

At that very moment, something appeared out of the blue with a loud POP!

Tony stopped imitating a fish and immediately jumped up, his head snapping toward the source of the noise.

Curiously, it was a present all wrapped up with green wrapping paper and golden ribbons, and it even had a postcard attached. It simply lay there innocently on the floor, as if it had been there all along.

Tony knew better though, and had a sneaking suspicion about who it was from. After all, the green and gold was a dead giveaway. "Jarvis, analyze it," Tony ordered, somewhat dreading what would happen. Nothing good ever came out of his doings after all. Still, wasn't he supposed to be in prison?

"Already done, sir. It appears to be safe," Jarvis answered immediately.

"This is from Loki, isn't it?" Tony accused, turning to Thor, who had the decency to look somewhat sheepish.

"Well, um, it seems so…" Thor mumbled, nervously twiddling his fingers.

"Isn't he supposed to be locked up in a dungeon somewhere?" Tony questioned with narrowed eyes. Honestly, what was up with those Asgardians? It hadn't even been that long since he was caught.

"Well, he, uh, managed to escape from there week…." Thor answered hesitantly, becoming even more nervous.

"THE OTHER WEEK? AND YOU DIDN'T SEE FIT TO INFORM US?!" Clint screeched angrily, popping out of nowhere and nearly giving Tony a heart attack.

Tony whipped his head around, "Where did you come from?!" Seriously, he had no idea that Clint had even been in the tower. This, he decided was a serious security hazard that needed to be fixed immediately. And Loki, couldn't forget him. He was a serious security hazard too.

Clint glowered, "I'm telling Fury." And saying so, he stomped off to brood in his nest.

Thor, meanwhile had picked up the postcard. "He sent me a letter!" Thor exclaimed happily, his earlier nervousness fading away in the face of his brother actually initiating contact with him. IT was like a switch had been flipped on.

"What does it say?" Tony asked warily. After all, Loki had thrown him out the window. He really shouldn't have made fun of Loki's name, but really, it had just been too easy. It honestly wasn't his fault, he swore! Loki was just too... sensitive.

Thor beamed, "I'm so glad you asked, Friend Tony! I shall read it out loud to sate your curiosity!"

"Dear Bumbling Fool Thor,

It is I, Loki. I was just touring around Midgard, admiring all the wonderful tourists spots around here, when I realized it was Thursday! Then of course, my thoughts turned to you. Ah, what wonderful memories we've made on all these Thursdays, wouldn't you agree? My favorite was when you got drunk and strolled the streets of Asgard while stark-naked while thinking you were clothed. Ah, the memories. May they never fade, and remain eternal in our minds.

Anyways, as I was saying, my thoughts turned to you. I thought I would pay you a visit personally, but then I realized I was too busy having fun without you. So I decided to send you a souvenir instead, to show how much I don't appreciate you. I hope you do mind and don't enjoy it a bit.

Hope you have a heart attack and die,

The Future-Ruler of Midgard, Loki."

Tony stared at Thor, wondering how he could possible sound happy through out reading it all. Loki hadn't been subtle with his dislike at all, but Thor still sounded as if he was on cloud nine. Seriously, didn't anything affect him? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Tony turned back to the situation on hand and wondered, "What's in the box?"

"I know not, but my brother has sent me a gift! This is the best Thorsday ever!" Thor declared excitedly, picking up the gift as well. With a wide smile and still humming happily, he began tearing the wrapping paper apart and ripping the box open. Suddenly, he froze, his smile dropping, his humming stopping, and all the color fading from his face.

For a moment, there was silence, then:

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Thor yelled out in a very girlish way, not that he would ever say so, and dropped the box. He jumped up and scrambled on top of the table with an absolutely terrified expression on his face, as if the apocalypse had decided to stare him down from within the box. Scratch that, it seemed even scarier than the apocalypse. It seemed to be as scary as an angry mother.

Alarmed by what was going on, since it was even scaring Thor, Tony jumped up and grabbed the nearest thing to him, which was a frying pan. Why he did not simply call for an Iron Man suit, we will not know. He asked Thor urgently, "What, what is it?!"

Out of the box came a small mew. Wait, what? Out sauntered this tiny, adorable little striped brown kitten. It was tiny enough to fit inside a mug and had a confused expression on its face, as if it had no idea how it ended up in there.

"Meow?" it asked pleadingly, as if questioning them if they knew anything.

Well, Tony thought drily, lowering the frying pan, this is rather anticlimactic.

Thor gave a small sob and wailed. He cowered on top of the table, scared out of his wits, and whimpered, "Please, please get rid of it…"

"Thor, are you afraid of cats?" Tony asked, amused. Because honestly, it was Thor. He didn't seem like he would be afraid of anything, but here he was, afraid of a little kitten.

"Please," Thor whimpered, hugging himself and rocking back and forth. His frightened eyes darted back and forth, as if he was afraid that other cats might pop up, or the little kitten might suddenly decide to attack him. And the kitten? Well, it simply continued to meow on, unaware of the chaos it was causing by simply existing.

Tony didn't know whether to laugh his guts out, go and help Thor, or perhaps snap a photo with his phone. Definitely snap a photo, he thought with smile, and brought it out to do exactly that. Screw getting my own day, he thought, this is quality entertainment right here! I didn't want to say this, but thanks Loki!

He had just put away his phone, when the door was kicked open and Natasha came in. "What is going on here?" she demanded coolly, guns out and ready to shoot while her sharp eyes took everything in. She raised an eyebrow at the situation, wondering what happened.

"Thor's afraid of cats, and Loki's on a world tour," Tony supplied with a grin, not helping the situation at all.

To her credit, Natasha didn't even blink but instead gave a haughty little sniff, putting away her guns. With much disdain as possible, she said, "Men," as if that explained everything.

"Meow." Apparently, the cat agreed.

From where he was watching what was going on in his scrying mirror, Loki smirked. After all, Thor did deserve it. All his life, he'd been forced to endure Thor's boasts about "Thorsday" at least one day a week. Now, though, he would make Thor pay for every single second suffered. Oh yes, Thor would rue the day he dared taunt Loki. Not to mention this was first-class entertainment. Also, Thor's teammates would never let him live this down. So what if everyone had found out about him being on Midgard? This was totally worth it.

Loki rubbed his hands together evilly. Revenge was sweet, very sweet, he thought as he took a particularly large bite out of his ice-cream sundae. And cold, he thought happily.

Overhead the birds tweeted and sang prettily, having decided not to rebel after all, and the citizens of New Yorkers rushed by with their spheres of grumpiness, unaware of the thoughts of the troublesome trickster Prince among them. If they did know however, they would have shuddered in pity for the thunderer, for the ideas in Loki's mind were guaranteed to drive Thor insane.

I, Loki thought wickedly, am going to have the time of my life here.