The Attack
"Brother... What did you do?" Thor asked from his spot in the doorway leading to the kitchen, where Loki sat with his knees close to his chest on the counter, surrounded by mini hot dogs that were most certainly moving. They seemed to have thin little legs and were both on the floor in front of the younger God and on either side of him, all of them slowly making their way closer to the slightly frightened God."I swear I didn't do anything, Thor!... Not on purpose anyway... THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!" Loki screeched, trying to pull himself into a tighter ball.
With a sigh, Thor walked over and stomped on one of them, making it let out a small screech before being smooshed. "Loki, why do you not just use yo-" The blond started calmly before his eyes widened significantly. Whatever remains of the previous hot dog left from what he had just smooshed had apparently moved out from under his foot and reformed into two slightly smaller hot dogs and the whole army of them now had their sights locked onto him, no longer caring about Loki.
"Do you see why I am having a problem here brother? They just keep coming back and my magic will not make them go away. All I wanted was an extra hot dog." Loki pouted as he looked around at the seemingly angry pieces of meet.
"Brother, you must do something!" Thor exclaimed as he took a step away from the small army and was ready to freak out when they stepped towards him to make up for the difference he had just made.
"I don't know what to do! I don't even know what I did that made this happen!! I used a simple multiply spell and- And then this!!" Loki explained as he magicked up one of his spell books and frantically flipped through the pages in hopes of a solution. Thor, on the other hand, had mustered up some kind of courage and was stomping at them in hopes to get them to go away.
"Well, you better find a spell to undo this! Preferably before we need to call our friends to help!" The Thunder God grunted as he continued to stomp at the ever growing number of hot dogs, obviously not learning his lesson.
"Okay! But you must stop stomping on them, Brother! Can't you see you're making this worse?!?" Loki exclaimed as he looked over at his idiot of a brother who was now surrounded by the mini dogs.
[An Hour Later] ".....Mind telling me how this happened?" Tony asked, now standing in the position Thor had been at the beginning of this while both Thor and Loki were huddled up on the counter, Loki with his face buried in at least three spell books and Thor holding Mjolnir out, trying to push away a group of nearing mini dogs.
"I will explain later Man of Iron, but for now pLEASE HELP US CONTAIN THIS ARMY OF HOT DOGS!" Thor looked over at the shorter man, who was doing his best to not burst out laughing, with pleading eyes.
"AND DO NOT TRY TO SMASH THEM, PLEASE!" Loki added with frustration in his tone as he glared at Thor from the corner of his eye.
"Pf- Sm-smashing's not my thing Reindeer Games."
[Another hour later] "So that's how we ended up here! Please help." Tony pouted, with puppy dog eyes as he sat in between Loki and Thor, all of them now curled up on the counter in an attempt to avoid the kitchen full of mini dogs, which were covered in soot from Tony's blasters.
"I-.. Okay.." Steve sighed heavily from his spot in the doorway.
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