Chapter One

Loki was evil. He would do anything it took to get what he wanted, but this was the final straw. Wrapped in a ruby red Asgardian robe with his blonde hair sticking up wildly in every direction, Thor slammed a fisted hand down onto the counter in the kitchen. He glared oceanic blue daggers at the empty electric socket in front of his face; a socket that usual housed one of Thor's favorite Midgardian inventions.

"LOKI!"

Thor's thunderous shout rang throughout the place, but no answer came in return. Growling slightly under his breath, he reached up a hand to throw one of the cupboards open to fetch a cup. He had thrown it open too hard though, for as it flew open, it slammed hard into the cupboard door on the other side and splintered slightly. He ignored the fractured state of the cupboard though as he brought out the cup and set it down.

"Do not test my patience, Loki. You wouldn't -"

"Like me when I'm angry?" suggested a voice. Loki slid around the corner then with a sly grin playing on his lips; an emerald green robe wrapped about his wiry body and his black hair possessing a slight cowlick. "Stealing a line from good ol' Bruce now are we?"

Whipping around to face Loki in the doorway, flames sprang to life in his eyes. This was Loki's way. He always found some way to press all of his buttons.

"Give it back."

"Give what back?"

Another growl accompanied by the sound of a cup slamming into the wall behind Loki's head, shattering to pieces.

"Ohhhh…" said Loki slowly with his serpentine grin, "You mean that ol' thing? I didn't think you'd need it anymore. Besides, shouldn't you be able to whip yourself up a cup with your thunder?"

"It doesn't work like that! I need the machine!"

"You're really going all prima donna on not having your Midgardian coffee machine, aren't you?"

"Look, I have a routine. I need my coffee in the morning in order to carry out this routine in an appropriate manner," said Thor, trying to remain slightly calm.

"Um...Thor, that's being sort of prima donnaish..." said Loki with a quick finger point at a disgruntled Thor. "Having a set routine that requires strict upkeep shows that you are very high maintenance."

It wasn't until Thor was standing there and listening to Loki talk that he detected a faint hint of coffee in the air. It was almost undetectable, but Thor was able to pick it up. He took a few strides closer to Loki. Though Loki tried to make it appear as if he didn't shrink back or anything at that move, he did lean back a bit at the thundering blonde moving towards him.

"You smell like a dark coffee blend..." said Thor in a low voice as he stood mere inches away from Loki. "You used it, didn't you?"

"Now I think we both know the answer to that one, Thory..." said Loki in a condescending tone of voice, daring to reach up a hand and ruffle Thor's already messed up hair.

"Don't call me Thory, Loki Pokey."

"I really wish you had never learned about that absurd Midgardian song..." said Loki, taking one cautious step back.

"Where is the machine, Loki?"

"I don't have it."

"LIES!"

Thunder rumbled in Asgard, and everyone knew what was taking place without even having to ask. Besides, they were used to this. This kind of thing happened a few times a month. Especially on Mondays. Thor wasn't a fan of Mondays just like many Midgardians weren't.

"You have five seconds to tell me where it is Loki..."

"I really don't -"

"ONE!"

"I swear I didn't -"

"TWO!"

"You are too dependent and I just -"

"THREE!"

"You can't hog the machine -"

"FOUR!"

"You'll never get it outta me!"

"FIVE!" Thor clenched his hands into fists at his sides, looking like a raging bull. "Prepare to have the truth ripped out of you!"

Loki turned then and raced off down the hall to get to the coffee machine he had hidden before Thor caught up to him. Thunder rumbled overhead again. This time in a much more violent nature. This time it wasn't just contained to Asgard. This thunder was now creating a storm on Midgard, and hundreds of people out for a stroll or a barbeque were quickly starting to rethink their day.

Thor quickly caught up with Loki and soon had him pinned up against a corridor wall. Thor's hand gripped the collar of Loki's bathrobe to be able to thrust him upwards off the floor a bit. Loki's feet flailed a bit in his attempt to touch the ground to no avail.

"Tell me where it is..." said Thor in a dangerously low voice.

"I threw it out the window!" said Loki finally.

"You wouldn't dare..."

"I did! I did! Go look out the window at the end of the hall if you don't believe me!"

Not wanting to believe Loki, Thor released his grip on him and raced down the hall to see if it was true. Though Loki made it appear as if he had reluctantly given Thor that information, it was all part of his elaborate part that was now set into motion. Asgard would be his soon enough.

Loki straightened his green bathrobe as he turned to see Thor opening the window to peer down at the shattered remnants of the coffee pot. A slew of Asgardian curses left his mouth then as he stared down at the broken coffee pot. After a moment or two of mourning, Thor turned back around to see that Loki was standing at the end of the hall. Loki was acting as if he were scared of his brother, trying to hide his happiness at the fact that his plan was in motion.

"I'm gonna go get ready and go to Midgard for a new coffee pot..." muttered Thor under his breath as he stalked past Loki towards his chamber. "These are days where I wish Asgard had Amazon..."

Hearing Thor's chamber door slam, Loki allowed the grin to slip fully upon his face then. Time to go put the next part of his plan into motion. A lack of coffee wasn't the worse thing about to happen to him that day.