Author's Note: Whenever I think of a wish or spell triggering the unexpected, I tend to think of Anya, Halfreck, etc. from Buffy. I couldn't resist bringing their chaos into Avenger's universe. I'm not sure I'm happy with the ending of it- but unless I continue with sequels I wasn't sure how to end it where it wasn't abrupt. Hopefully you all enjoy it! Verse/Setting: Mid-Avengers movie- alternate "capture" Prompt: Loki triggers a wish or spell meant to bring him protection.... and finds out that these things have consequences--like, maybe he should have specified that he was in the market for a bodyguard, not a babysitter. Elements: eight, periwinkle, tiny
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie The Avengers and I'm not making any money from this fic
Warning(s): Possible spoilers; very AU; slight cross-over with BtVS; talk of spanking.

Because You Just Might Get It

Things were going mostly to plan. The only thing left to do was to get himself onto S.H.I.E.L.D.S. ship so that he could wreak havoc there and eliminate the only threat left to his over-all goals. The idea was to surrender so that he could be taken into custody by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but the two freak mortals who deemed themselves "super-heroes" were a bit more adept at fighting him than he'd accounted for. It would do him no good to surrender, if they somehow weakened him enough that he couldn't further his plans once he was captured. It would be a minor set-back, true, but he wasn't feeling very patient and he'd rather not have to prolong his plans by having to deal with that possibility.

He eyed the red-metalled menace and the spandex wearing boy-scout with narrowed eyes.

"Oh, how I wish I could get what I need most..." he muttered to himself.

He blinked as a rather pretty girl who had been kneeling among the other mortals he was subjugating looked up at him with a coy smile, eyes flashing and a quick, "as you wish..." before she literally disappeared in front of him.

He would never have been able to predict or prepare for what happened next.


The first clue he had that something wasn't quite right was when he next opened his eyes and he was on a plane with the two mortal men and the woman who had been fighting against him. He didn't remember surrendering, let alone being brought to a plane and taking off for who knew where.

The second clue he had that something wasn't quite right was the fact that he wasn't wearing the same clothing he'd been wearing previously. He wasn't entirely certain what he was wearing, but it was an awful periwinkle color. He owed someone a lot of pain for putting him in such a...garish... costume.

The third clue he had that something wasn't quite right was the fact that he was entirely too small. In fact, the last time he had been this tiny, he was eight-years-old. How the hell had he been shrunk? What had they done to him???

By the time Thor had busted his way onto the ship and gone to take him away from his captors, he was well on his way to a huge temper-tantrum, screaming and demanding that they return him to his real size. It was completely unfair and ignoble to fight your enemy by turning him into a helpless child! When Thor had seen and heard him, he apparently changed his mind about needed course of action and decided to travel with the other three to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s heli-craft.

Loki had quickly determined that a temper-tantrum wasn't in his best interest. Thor had never put up with them when he actually was a child. He doubted the demi-god would accept one when he'd been reduced to a man in a child's body. On top of that, the man in the red, white, and blue uniform had muttered about giving him something to cry about and how children in his day were taught to behave, and the man in the red metal just out and out threatened to turn him over his knee if he didn't settle down. He'd pouted the rest of the way to the heli-craft.


He wished that he'd been able to withstand the questioning, once they'd reached the heli-craft. Unfortunately, his emotions and ability to control them had regressed with his body. One look from Thor and he'd spilled his entire plan- including what he'd wanted to do with the Tesserat and how he'd planned to accomplish it. Thor had looked at him with such disappointment that he'd started crying, despite himself.

The only good thing to come of the whole situation- as far as Loki was concerned- was that the plans S.H.I.E.L.D. had for the Tesserat were also spilled and none of the "heroes" were happy with the news. Finally, they'd managed to convince Fury to compromise. The Tesserat would be taken back to Asgard by Thor- then he would return and stay as a protector for Midgard, along with the other "Avengers". Loki would remain behind as collateral while Thor was gone.

Loki half-way expected his adopted brother to just leave him there and not come back. That's what he would have done if their situation were reversed (at least that's what he told himself). But, to Loki's surprise and relief, Thor kept his word. And that was how Loki found himself being protected, cared for, and corrected; in short being raised by his older brother and his brother's team-mates.

It wasn't until months later when he'd overheard Coulson telling Barton not to make a wish because wishes had a way of coming true in unexpected and unwelcome ways, that he realized what had actually happened to him. By then, he wouldn't have wanted his life to be any other way. What he needed most, ended up being someting totally different than what he originally thought; he had never felt more safe, wanted, or content in his life.

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