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They had all been shocked when Thor announced that he would come to live with them, and that he also had taken his super annoying little brother along with him.

I mean seriously, Steve Rodgers, also known to many as Captain America, practically fainted. Clint Barton, known as Hawkeye, went into protest and would not come out of his room and Bruce Banner, The Hulk, no one had heard from in days.

Oh well, they all settled in eventually. Loki who hadn't seemed any happier about it they were, could almost always be seen with his nose in some kind of book, and he wouldn't leave the library unless it was totally necessary.

It all started one day when Tony thought it was a good idea to play a prank on a certain Hawkeye and went to the god of mischief for advice.

"Hey! Loki." Tony came running into the library where Loki was reading a book about… was that unicorns? Where did that book come from? It wasn't in his book collection. He made a mental note to ask Thor later.

"Do you want to help me play a prank on Barton?" He asked, making it sound like they were going on a holiday or something.

Loki kept reading.

"Pleeeaaaaase?" Tony tried.

Still no answer.

"Pretty please with sugar on top?" He sounded like a little kid begging his mother for candy.

As if understanding that he would not get any peace, Loki glared at Tony over the top of the book. "No!" he said loudly.

"Oh come on, you're no fun." Tony turned and left the room. He did not see the wide grin that crossed Loki's face as he turned back to the book.

A few days later Tony came walking into the kitchen, where the Avengers would meet to discuss… super, secret superhero stuff that is none of your business, only to find everyone staring at him before bursting into laughter. "Guys, what's wrong?" he tried. More laughter. "Seriously guys."

"Y-y-your h-ha-hair" Clint managed to say, rolling around on the floor, and then proceeded to hand him a mirror, which seemingly came from nowhere.

Tony stared with horror at what he saw. Of course, he was still as good looking as ever, except, his hair was FREAKING PINK! All that hard work for nothing, it was a disaster!

"WHO DID THIS?" Tony screamed. If looks could kill every other person in the room would be lying dead on the floor by now. Well they were on the floor, just not dead… yet.

That moment, Loki came running into the kitchen, screaming about the strange creature that had found its way into the library.

"It's black and fluffy with a long tail and its soooo cute, can we keep it. PLEEAASE?" he almost shouted in excitement and showed the little black kitten he had kept hiden under his jacket. "It's…" his face engulfed in a devilish smile as he looked at Tony. "So, I see you liked your new shampoo?"

"YOU DID THIS?" Tony yelled after Loki as he chased him out of the kitchen.

All the others heard was Loki's evil chuckle and Tony's curses as they raced around the tower. "AND YOU'RE NOT KEEPING THE KITTEN!"

The next morning they all found themselves around the breakfast table, eating of course, breakfast, when Thor announced that he would like to learn how to bake cookies.

"You sure Thor, baking doesn't really seem like your thing?" Bruce, for some reason looked disturbed by the thought of the god of thunder in the kitchen, with all the kitchen stuff, baking cookies.

"Of course I am sure son of Banner," the god almost looked insulted. "Loki will help me, right brother?"

In the end Loki had agreed to help Thor bake some cookies. Those damn puppy dog eyes had won over him again, but maybe it wasn't so bad after all…

Scratch that, this was torture. Thor jus would not shut up, the oaf absolutely had to try to engage him in some totally useless small talk.

"And we were heading up the hill when we saw them, big robotic creatures…" Thor was in the middle off a story of one of the Avengers latest missions when he suddenly stopped and whispered; "I'm sorry about your magic brother."

Loki sighed, that was ages ago, seriously, you would have thought he would have gotten over it by now, it wasn't even his fault. It was Odin who was a magic stealing idiot.

"Would you please shut up about the magic for a second and start mixing the damn ingredients" Loki almost demanded, and or once Thor was silent.

"Could you get the sugar for me brother, I always confuses it with salt you know."

An evil grin spread on both their faces, not many knew this but Thor enjoyed a good prank almost as much as Loki and what a great opportunity…

Several hours later the cookies were finally ready to eat, the Avengers members who weren't immortal gods had been dying to taste them, simply because, who doesn't love homemade chocolate chip cookies.

As they sat by the coffee table, in front of the big flat screen covering the wall, they were in the middle of watching The Lord of the Rings, Steve took his first bite of his cookie. Instantly he spit it out. "WHAT SORT OF EVIL S THIS?" he cried.

Thor and Loki sat there having a god time as the others enjoyed (not really) the far too salty cookies, well that was until…

"F**k!" Tony cursed looking at Bruce who had started to turn green. "Everybody save yourselves, jolly green giant on the way!"

Days later Natasha Romanoff was having perfectly fine afternoon by herself, watching romantic, girly movies and eating ice cream when Clint came crying into the room, well shit.

"Tasha," he complained. "I can't find my bow." Well hat explained it.

"Have you looked for it?"

"Off course." Clint cried and left the room.

She was left alone for about a half hour when she again was disturbed, this time by a very confused Steve.

"What's wrong Steve?" she asked.

Steve looked at her confused. "I seem to have forgotten where I left my shield." He then left looking even more confused.

Next it was Tony and Bruce. It seemed that all the lab stuff had gone missing, including some secret experiment things that wasn't really all that secret anyways.

And then there was Thor, who threw a temper tantrum because he couldn't find any pop tarts.

"I SHALL HAVE MY POP TARTS LADY NATASHA!" he to eventually left.

A thought popped into her head just as a certain god of mischief walked casually into the room.

"Loki," she said. "What exactly did you do?"

Okay, so this might not be the best of stories but, it's like my first fanfiction ever so, please tell me what you think