Prank (Weekly Prompt)

Formally known as "Happy Loki'Day (LokiXReader)"

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It’s that time of year again.

You looked at the calendar and jumped for joy while everyone else in Stark’s villa groaned in agony. Tony walked over to the bar and poured himself a large glass of brandy in hopes to keep him sane for what’s about to come. Steve was taking his morning shower. Natasha and Clint stayed put in the living room contemplating on what your move might be, and how to counteract with that. Bruce sat on the couch while being the only one relaxing. You and him both know that if you accidently went over the top on your prank, then the prank is gonna be on you specially delivered from the Green Giant himself. You turned from your spot to have everyone in plain sight.

‘Who should I mess with first?’ you mischievously thought. You looked over to Clint, who was struggling with a can of peanuts he found on the coffee table.

“Why. Won’t. This. Open?” the archer grunted until finally the lid popped open revealing several rubber snakes jumping out resulting in him jumping as well from surprise. Everyone in the vicinity quietly laughed both from humor and nervousness while you smiled from ear to ear.

’Well, that was easier than I thought.’ you proudly said in your head. Then out of nowhere, Steve runs into the living room with nothing but a towel around his waist with a face of panic and anger.

“WHAT THE HELL, [y/n]?!” he exclaimed at you. Everyone, including you, looked up and saw his hair is no longer that majestic blonde he kept so well but a bright neon pink. Bursts of laughter filled the area, and Steve’s face turned red from embarrassment. “It’s...It’s...IT’S NOT FUNNY!” The half naked soldier stormed away leaving everyone still laughing everywhere.

“Good one, [y/n],” Stark said raising up his glass in approval before taking a drink. You answered back with a smile, but was it a smile that was noting his approval? His eyes then grew into two perfectly circular large orbs and spat out the contents in his mouth. "WHAT IS THIS?!" You fell to the ground trying to keep your ribs intact from laughing so hard.

"Flat barely flavored soda!"

"It's disgusting! Blech!" Stark stormed off to the bathroom to rinse his mouth as much as he can leaving you still laughing on the floor, and Natasha even more nervous than before. Then the elevator dinged and opened its doors revealing a large muscular man in silver armor: the Norse god of thunder himself.

'I forgot about him.' You eyed him with a smirk; Thor noticed this.

"What is the day of today?" he cautiously asked.

"April Fools Day," Natasha responded blankly. Thor cringed. Yes, even the thunderous god himself knew of your habits during this "holiday." He held up his large hands in defense.

"[y/n], may I ask of a compromise?"

"I'm listening...." You rose up a brow.

"You know of my brother, correct?" How do you not know? Ever since you saw him during the Avengers' first mission, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Heck, you dreamt about him day and night. Those bright green eyes that flicker in mischief, that beautiful pale face, that onyx hair combed back to perfection, and those thin lips that seemed so kissable; he plagued your mind.

"Yes...."

"As you may know, he is the god of mischief. He knows near every tricks and pranks known in the nine realms. If you are capable of fooling him," he paused and looked at the two assassins, who are having bad feelings in their gut. "Then prank us to your heart's desire." The assassins' eyes grew wider than humanity capable then shrunk into glares straight at Thor, but you giggled with joy and jumped up and down.

"I acce-"

"BUT...if you fail, your pranks will cease here and now." Everyone's facial expressions switched from the last sentence. You didn’t like the sound of never being able to celebrate April Fools Day ever again, but a challenge always intrigued you.

“Out prank the prankster, you say?” you asked humorously while rubbing your chin. “I accept.” Thor brought his hand down and smiled.

“Excellent. You will find my brother in the metal man’s study. He, um, hasn’t been very sociable recently.”

“Can’t blame him. But still isn’t a reason to not celebrate this awesome day. I mean, he IS the god of mischief after all.” You skipped your way out of the living room towards the study room. Everyone let out a deep sigh of relief as if they were holding their breath the whole time.

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In all reality, you were nervous as all hell. You had the biggest crush on him for the longest time and never had the guts to talk to him regardless of his mood. You took in a deep breath before knocking on the door.

“I wish not to be bothered!” a voice yelled from the other side of the door.

’Tell me what to do?! Tsh.’ You opened the door putting aside of what he just said, and a large room filled bookshelves stacked with books, and many chairs and desks placed in the middle of the room. To your surprise, however, the room was empty. You entered the study and closed the door behind you looking top to bottom and left to right wondering where the god is. Suddenly, a hand was placed over your mouth, and an arm snaked around you from behind.

“Did I not say that I wish not to be bothered?” a silky voice hissed in your ear. You tried to struggle out of his grip, but alas, you failed. He snickered darkly at your failed attempt. “I overheard that step-brother of mine. Trick on me, you say? No no, darling. Those feeble Midgardian trick won’t work on an Asgardian god such as I.” Then you felt the hand that’s not covering your mouth slither under your shirt, which made you blush beyond anything else and contemplate whether or not it was enjoyable. “ You fancy me, no?” You yelped in shock.

’He knows?!’

“Of course I know, my dear,” he laughed under his breath keeping that same low and silky tone.

’Crap. He can read my mind.’ You tried to keep your mind blank, but it was hard to when his icy touch was violating very part of your upper body. Everywhere he touch made your skin jump with goosebumps: your stomach, your back, your breasts, everywhere.

“You want this. You crave this.” Your knees started to become weak as your mind fantasized everything else he could be doing to you, and the fact he wasn’t drove you insane.

’Damn it, Loki.’ Then the god pulled his hand out and lets go of you with you collapsing to the ground trying to get your head back into reality. He knelt down to your level and chuckled while whispering in your ear.

“You, my dear, have just been Loki’d.”