The Avengers Visit Asgard: Hunting Trip

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Author's Notes: Hey guys, so here is the first chapter for this story. Right now, a poll is open on my profile page. I don't know whether I should go more the brotherly bonding route or the FrostIron route. Right now, I believe I have set it up, so I am prepared to take it in either direction. Thanks guys, and remember: Read, Review, and Enjoy!

"No," Loki said before Thor could even utter a word.

"Come on, brother, it'll be fun…"

"I said no, Thor. You know how much I detest hunting." Loki put down the book he was reading, knowing that with Thor around he wouldn't be able to concentrate on a single word.

"Friend Tony is going," Thor tried.

"Good for him," Loki said, rubbing his face a bit tiredly.

"The others want you to come," Thor tried again.

"Really?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

After the Avengers had found him and Tony cuddling in the gardens, fast asleep, Loki had immediately take refuge in the library. Loki wasn't wrong when Tony came in to tell him that the heroes were "teasing" them. If there was one thing the God of Mischief didn't like, it was to be teased. He's the one that does the teasing after all! And so, Loki quickly dealt out a little dish known as revenge, which is actually best served cold. Literally, cold. When all the Avengers (except for Tony of course, and also Thor since, according to Tony, he wasn't making fun of them) as well as Sif and the Warriors Three returned to their rooms that night, they found their rooms, including the bathrooms, had magically turned into ice. Everything in the room was ice. The bed and sheets, the walls and floor, the dresser and hair brush; even the toilet was all ice. Since then, Loki has been avoiding them, remembering the last time he pulled such a prank although it doesn't change the fact that it was still hilarious to watch the struggle, fall, and slide on the floor. Clint's face when he slid at an uncontrollable speed right into the wall, face first! Now that was a sight to see!

"They've gotten over it, brother. Please, come, it wouldn't be the same without you!" Thor pleaded.

"You mean it wouldn't be the same without my knowledge of the Nine Realms, its creature, and healing magic. Oh, and let's not forget my ability to 'teleport', which, coincidentally makes it easier to stock on needed or never-existing supplies," Loki said with a withering glare. Thor cast his eyes at his feet, now looking guilty.

"It really isn't the same without you being there to taunt me to run faster as we are chased by some beast, or there by the campfire to tell us tales of demons and fairies and elves and…I miss the times when we were young boys, going out on adventures, getting ourselves into trouble. Plus, it really does get boring when you aren't there to cause mischief when you yourself are bored. Please, Loki, please," Thor begged, giving Loki one of those puppy eyed looks. Loki sighed dejectedly.

"Fine, I will join you and your friends, but on one condition. We are to have a meeting tonight to pre-plan the arrangements of the hunting trip, as in where are we going, what are we hunting in particular, and who brings what," Loki said, crossing his arms.

"But we never do!" Thor exclaimed.

"And how has that helped us exactly?" Loki asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Fine," Thor said, first sighing himself, but then a huge grin broke out on his face. He went over to Loki, pulled him out of his chair, and almost crushed the thin god with his tight hug, lifting him in the air. "I can't wait for this brother! It will be look the good old days!" he said so loudly that it actually shook the all the book shelves in the library.

"Thor…can't….breathe….going….to…..die," Loki uttered out as he tried to breathe.

Loki had his head in his hands, elbows on the table, ignoring the plate of food in front of him. This meeting really was pointless. The first question was a simple one really. "In which realm are we going to embark on our journey?" Loki had asked. At first, everyone at the table argued about this topic. Then, someone changed it to the actual creatures. Then to how wonderful Asgard was. Then to how different Asgard and Midgard were. Then to the different weapons used here. Then to which is better, cake or pie. How, in all of the Nine Realms, were they talking about dessert? This led to everyone getting hungry and wanting food, so now, here they are in the dining hall, at the table, eating and chatting about random things when they should be talking about the trip. Loki was about to give up on all of this. He should just storm out of the room and just let them go without him and hurt or kill themselves.

Loki felt a hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he met Tony's chocolate brown eyes. Tony looked slightly worried at Loki. "You doing alright, Loks?" Tony asked in concern.

"I feel a migraine coming on," Loki mumbled.

"Gods can have migraines?" Tony questioned jokingly.

"Hey, that's a good question. Can you guys have migraines or diseases or stuff that we have on Midgard," Clint suddenly asked, his mouth slightly full with whatever delicacy he was stuffing his face with. Before the conversation started to turn towards that, however, Loki finally snapped. Standing up, he gave everyone a withering glare.

"If we are to proceed to go on this trip, then we must get back to the topics at hand. For example, where exactly in the Nine Realms are we going?" Loki bit out. For a moment, everyone actually looked guilty, even Clint who swallowed his food quickly and squirmed under Loki's gaze.

"I got it!" Thor said, slamming his hand down on the table and shattering the silence, "We should go hunt dragons is Muspelheim!"

"Thor, hate to break it to you, but this is our first time hunting creatures not from our realm, or, well, creatures at all," Bruce said with a shrug.

"Bruce is right. We should start out small and work our way up," Steve said with a nod. Finally, they were getting somewhere. In the end, it was finally all worked out and decided. First, they would stay in Asgard to hunt down a bilgesnipe. Then, they would go to Vanaheim to hunt giant wolves. Then, as a nice finale, they would hunt dragons in Muspelheim. As for supplies…

"I refuse for Volstagg to carry the food. He would eat it all before we even take a step out of the doors," Fandral said.

"And I refuse for you to be the one to carry the…actually, I refuse for you to carry anything reflective. I'm sick of you admiring yourself all the time," Sif said.

"Well, what can I say, I'm hot," Fandral said, putting his arms behind his head and putting his feet on the table, legs crossed. He looked over at Loki and winked. Oh no. Loki forgot about…maybe this hunting trip, especially if both Fandral and Tony are going, was a huge mistake. This, of course, was proven when Tony stabbed Fandral's leg with a fork.