#crazythundergod

Loki stood with his back pressed to a wall, listening for the sound of the guard patrol he knew would be passing the doorway he was hiding behind. He had been gathering information on this government base for weeks, pulling the right strings and manipulating the right people without them having any idea that he had done so in order to gain as much intelligence as possible before infiltrating the base. 

Getting in and out of the vaults he knew were buried under the main compound had not been easy, but he had managed it without tripping a single alarm that he was aware of. The theft of an identity card after subduing its owner combined with his shape-shifting abilities had been the obvious solution, and had been enough to get him into the vault with very few problems. The problem he faced now was getting back out. 

The magical artefact he had stolen was not small, and he didn’t want to send it to the pocket dimension he would normally have used to hide such a thing before first fully understanding its properties. As such he now carried a large, conspicuous black container with the artefact inside. He didn’t doubt that he could fabricate a reason for the government agent he was disguised as to be carrying the box, but hiding and avoiding the questions altogether seemed a much easier route. 

Once the patrol had passed he slipped through the doorway and continued down the corridor. He had almost done it. Just around the corner was a blind spot in camera surveillance. All he needed to do was get there and teleport out without being seen by cameras, thereby avoiding the crime being tied to him directly. He let the illusion around him drop as he rounded the corner, confident that he had completed his task and readying his magic again to transport himself out. 

He stopped dead. The man around the corner was something that he had not accounted for in his plans, and his arrogance in letting his illusion drop had made it obvious who he was and what he was doing. He swore loudly before spitting the other’s name. 

Done :)

Peter huffed, staring out the window of Stark towers. Only a teenager could find himself irritated with the circumstances he had found himself in, and only a very determined teenager at that. And Peter Parker had to be the most determined teenager in the world because he wasn’t just irritated, he was down-right grumpy.

Why, you might ask? Because the Avengers, or at least most of them, had gone out on a super-cool, universe-saving mission, and guess who wasn’t invited? Him! He was an Avenger now, he had the Stark-issued apartment, the Stark-issued tee-shirt, the Stark-issued invitation to movie nights, but he didn’t get to go out on missions, he wasn’t “Cleared” for them yet. Whatever, he’d been doing this since he was fifteen, granted he was only sixteen now, but that was besides the point. The point was while the others were out bein’ heroes he was stuck here, baby-sitting.

Apparently he hadn’t been the only Avenger uninvited to the awesome heroics that were goin’ down somewhere in the world, no he had Thor for company. Now, don’t get him wrong, Peter liked Thor, in short bursts, but when they were alone together Thor became, well a little to Thor-y for close quarters. Peter didn’t know why Thor wasn’t allowed out today, all he did know was that he had been pulled aside that morning and asked to keep an eye on him, apparently the lives of all Stark’s kitchen appliances depended on it. It was only eleven o’ clock and Peter had already needed to intervene on the microwave’s behalf, and he could see Thor eyein’ the toaster, don’t think he couldn’t.

Ugh, today was going to be long.

Thor arched an eyebrow at his words, not sure how exactly he should be reacting. It was always hard to tell with Loki. “Really?” He rested his hands on his hips, in a somewhat defiant position, a teasing grin on his face. “And what are you going to do about that, huh?”