“Thor!” Steve yelled from across the kitchen, interrupting the quiet hum of the morning. Thor lumbered into the room, joining Steve, Bucky, Tony, and Peter.
“You know who used to call me Thor…” he began, his voice thick with emotion. “Loki.” Tears welled in his eyes, shimmering like captured starlight.
Tony rolled his eyes. “Dude, that’s literally your name. Everyone calls you Thor.”
Peter immediately rushed to Thor’s side, wrapping his small arms around the Asgardian’s leg. “Mr. Stark, don’t say that. Mr. Thor is sensitive.”
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“AHHHHH! Someone get help! Nat’s going to kill me!” Clint shrieked, sprinting for his life. Natasha, armed with a bedazzled kitchen knife, was hot on his heels.
“You used to do ‘Get Help’ with me and Loki,” Thor said, his voice laced with melancholy. Tears glistened again.
Rhodey sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Not again.”
“Uncle Rhodey, we already talked about this,” Peter said, tightening his hug around Thor. “Uncle Thor is sensitive about this topic.”
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The Avengers were assembled in the common room. Peter and Clint battled it out on Mario Kart, Natasha watched with a critical eye, Sam patiently guided Steve and Bucky through the mysteries of laptop operation, Thor demolished a stack of Pop-Tarts, Tony bantered with Bruce, and Vision prepared dinner alongside Wanda. The peaceful scene was shattered by a gust of wind and a flash of emerald light.
“Brother! We need to…”
“Loki?! You’re alive?!” Thor boomed, his voice echoing with disbelief.
“What? Of course I’m alive!” Loki glared at Thor as if he’d sprouted a second head. “You tricked me again!”
“I… tricked you?” Loki’s vein pulsed with fury.
“THOR, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON! Did you listen to none of what I told Thanos? ‘The sun will shine on us again!’” Loki grabbed Thor’s collar, shaking him violently.
“GOD OF MISCHIEF?! Undying fidelity reminding him that we are gods?!” Loki roared, his voice shaking the room.
“DID YOU REALLY THINK I’d attack Thanos with a fucking dagger?!”
“Eh… now that you mention it…” Thor stammered, a flicker of fear crossing his face.
“NOW THAT I MENTION IT?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Loki’s voice was a thunderclap.
“Odin help me, what did I do to deserve an imbecile brother like you?”
“I’m sorry, brother!” Thor knelt, begging for mercy.
“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“I survived falling off the Bifrost, I survived getting stabbed to death by a Dark Elf! What the hell makes you think snapping my neck is going to kill me? Why didn’t you get ahold of my corpse, Thor? I was floating in space for thirty minutes!” Loki screamed, stomping on Thor with a furious rage.
“I’m sorry!” Thor sobbed, tears streaming down his face.
“Well, this is awkward,” Wanda said, her lips twitching into a small smile.