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“Thank you so much for this, James and Steven. I know this is short notice, but my father has become gravely ill, and with my mother gone, I must go to him. Loki doesn’t do well with air travel and I cannot take care of both him and my father.” Thor’s expression was grateful as he rolled the crate into their house, continuing, “Loki should be no problem. As long as you feed him, he should be a little angel.”
“Got it, Thor, it’s no problem. Good luck. I hope your father gets better.”
Thor nodded, gave Steve and Bucky one last watery grin, and left.
Bucky closed the door. “It’s only a week. This will be a breeze.”
(How wrong he was.)
DAY 1
Clint did not trust this new omega. Loki was too perfect, cuddling up to Steve and Bucky, purring, eager for bathtime, and always ready to play. It was almost like he was trying to replace the four of them, which had Tony and Bruce anxious, Natasha angry, and Clint...well, saying that Clint was angry was almost an underestimation.
Clint did not trust him one bit.
So it was a surprise when he stumbled into the alpha’s guest room and Loki was waiting for him, perched upon the bed.
Clint, Loki purred, green eyes glinting in a mischievous manner.
Clint didn’t like that look on the omega’s face.
Loki, he growled back, slowly moving further into the room.
These aren’t yours, was all Loki said before pulling out Clint’s collection of soft alpha belongings. Clint paled. He wasn’t supposed to have theses. Sometimes he stole things from Steve and Bucky’s “laundry” (aka good-smelling alpha clothes that they fed to the machine of flowery-scents) and hid them in the guest room because they never guessed to check in there. How had Loki found them?
I need a favor, Clint. Loki grinned as Clint’s grey gaze turned to him, furious and slightly confused. He hadn’t done anything to Loki, so why was the other omega trying to blackmail him?
Clint. I need a favor, Loki repeated before putting a sock from the pile and unsheathing his claws. Now.
***
Clint grumbled as he slipped through the omega door and out into the yard, forcing himself under the fence through Bruce’s emergency escape and bolting down the street.
This way, mutt, Loki called from further on the fence.
It turned out that within the first day of being there, Loki had started an argument with a few stray omegas and “needed backup.” They were far from home within an hour and downtown. And then Loki led him into a dark alley.
Your saviour has returned, Loki crowed as he entered and Clint heard at least four hisses as omegas slunk out from the shadows, immediately surrounding the two.
You again! Leave! You’re not welcome here! One of them snarled and a bad feeling grew in Clint’s stomach.
Yeah! This is our territory. You’re just a spoiled, house-omega, another added. The third was glaring at Clint through slitted eyes.
Have it your way, Loki said with a sigh and Clint realized a second too late that the black-haired omega was bonafide insane. Loki lashed out at one of the omegas, leaped over the one behind him, and dashed down the street, leaving Clint alone with four angry omegas.
Clint tried for a laugh, backing up as they hissed and spat and bristled like Natasha always did. Except when Natasha did it, he never felt like he was going to be cut open and feasted upon.
All for of them flung themselves at Clint before he could even say anything, screeching. As claws tore into his flesh, Clint yelped, turned tail, and ran like his tail was on fire. Right out into the street. He didn’t see the car. Pain and shock flooded his body as he felt himself fly through the air.
He woke up in a cage, his leg, and torso wrapped in bandages.
“Why would you run away? You’re lucky that it was nothing more than your arm,” Steve said. He looked so disappointed. Clint wished he could tell the alpha what really happened. Especially when he saw Steve fed Loki leftovers and all he received was omega food.
DAY 3
Clint’s out, Natasha growled to Bruce and Tony from their meeting place in front of the closet.
Loki got him, Tony added with a tiny groan and a whimper.
Natasha continued, We can’t let him get the rest of us. We must be on our best behavior. Noth-
“Natasha!”
She whipped around at Bucky’s yell of, “Use the goddamn litter box!”
Their meeting had been much too late. Natasha was screwed. She hissed, scrambling under the couch. That one was not on her. It had to be Loki. Since Clint had gotten hit and been gone for two days, Thor’s awful omega had been attempting to ruin her life. He had ripped up the curtains and couch cushions. He had broken into the treat closet. He had scent marked all over the house. And everything he did was blamed on Natasha since Clint was out of the equation. She had no idea how Steve and Bucky never saw him. She was one strike away from getting tossed outside for the rest of the week.
Of course, through it all, Loki had been an unctuous piece of trash, always purring and winding around the alpha’s legs and the moment that Steve and Bucky had their backs turned, he would create mischief.
She growled to herself, sheathing and unsheathing her claws in agitation.
Natasha!
She heard Loki’s smooth, jingling purr. She unsheathed her claws, then launched herself at him. He let out a shriek of surprise and pain as Natasha slashed his nose open. Tiny drops of crimson splattered on the ground and Loki let out an angry growl, posed to retaliate when Tony, who had approached unnoticed from behind, let out the most vicious sounding growl Natasha had heard from the small omega.
Loki whipped around, bristling, back arching and Natasha hissed. They were caught in a stand-off, Tony growling, Natasha hissing, and Loki, tail lashing, standing on three legs.
Then Bucky rounded the corner and stopped short. Natasha realized how bad it looked at the same time Loki did, and the black-haired omega crouched down with a pitiful cry, keeping on paw raised as he stared at Natasha with huge, fearful eyes.
Tony shared a glance with Natasha.
Bucky seemed frozen, but the moment Loki took a limping step towards him, he snapped out of it, reaching for Natasha. She let him, only because she knew she would be in greater trouble if she resisted. She was fairly sure that Tony would enjoy his time-out in the crate as much as she would enjoy the rest of her time outside, staring through the window, watching Loki get stroked as he watched the talking box, purring.
DAY 3b
Tony was tired of Loki’s shenanigans. An afternoon in the crate watching Loki purr and wind around Bucky’s legs and then Steve’s when the blond alpha came come almost made him sick.
At least when dinner time came, Tony was freed, but the moment he made for his food, Loki stood in front of his bowl. Tony just barely refrained from baring his teeth at this home-wrecking omega that was hurting the rest of his pack.
What, Reindeer games?
I want your food, Loki said, straightforward, ignoring Tony’s nickname. A surge of anger swept over Tony, but he didn’t move.
No.
No? Surprise colored Loki’s voice.
How many times do I have to repeat myself? Are you deaf? No. And if I were you, I’d rethink my decisions. How do you think this will go over for you? Tony was all bravado. He hoped Loki couldn’t tell. We've got two fighting omegas, a tracker, and me. You try anything again and you’ll be out before you can even say ‘sniff me’.
Loki just smiled at Tony. And you, huh? The weak link. He got to his feet, circling Tony. I’m not surprised. You think you can intimidate me? Move, runt.
Tony merely growled, then yelped as claws caught his face and nose and he was slammed into the ground onto his back. There was a crushing feeling on his chest. Loki was standing on the arc reactor, bearing his weight down on the machine with a curious look. Then he smirked and raised a paw, about to slam it down onto the reactor. Tony flinched, looking away and bracing himself when he suddenly heard a thunderous growl.
Bruce.
In an instant, Steve was in the kitchen, ready to save whichever omega was about to be torn apart by Bruce, then stopped short. It was too late for Loki to even pretend he was the victim in this situation, though he tried, slinking off Tony and letting out a piteous mewl, ears flattened.
Tony wasn’t having that. The moment Loki was off him, he ran between Bruce’s legs, whimpering and shivering. Bruce seemed to be torn between going after Loki or licking Tony to comfort him. He did both, licking the smaller omega and stopping every few seconds to growl at Loki. Steve seemed to snap out of his shock, quickly grabbing Loki.
“Bad. We do not bully others,” Steve scolded, giving the omega a not-so-gentle swat on the butt. Loki had daggers in his eyes he glared at Tony and Bruce from the cage. Tony just looked back smugly.
Loki: 2, Pack: 1
DAY 4
To say Bruce was angry would be an understatement. It had made him feel a little better when Loki had gotten into trouble...but, he didn’t plan to stop there. Bruce wasn’t generally vengeful. A lot of the time, he didn’t mind being walked upon. (Sometimes rather literally in the case of Clint.) It hurt less than being kicked.
But he was willing to be kicked this time. Loki needed to be stopped. So, late at night, he got up, nose pressed to the ground as he attempted to find the freshest trail of not-quite-Thor. His night vision wasn’t spectacular, like Natasha’s, so his sense of smell was what he depended upon in the dark house. He followed the scent straight to the Alpha’s room, which just angered him more. Why did Loki get to sleep with the alphas? It was probably Clint’s bed he was in. He quietly opened the door, shuffling into the room, lit by a small light near the bed. His eyes honed in on Loki in an instant.
And Steve’s eyes snapped open, just in time to see Bruce charging, teeth bared as he pounced upon Loki. Loki screeched as Bruce grabbed him by the scruff, shaking him back and forth wildly.
This is for Clint! Bruce snarled through fur and slammed Loki into the ground. At this point, Bucky was awake and Steve was getting out of bed, shouting. Loki was still screeching.
This is for Natasha! Bruce continued, slamming the other omega into the ground again. Bucky was scrambling out of bed, running around the object to try to separate the two. Steve’s hands were grasping Bruce’s hips.
This is for Tony! Slam.
“Don’t grab his collar, Buck!” he vaguely heard Steve warn. The alpha’s hands had moved to his scruff.
Don’t. Slam. Mess. Slam. With. Slam. My. Slam. Family!
Bruce let Loki go, throwing him against the wall. The other omega landed in a dazed heap, a whine erupting from his mouth as Bruce allowed himself to be dragged away by the alphas. Of course, Loki wasn’t seriously hurt. Bruce’s intention had been to scare the omega, not to kill him.
“Steve, what the hell do we tell Thor?! ‘Oh sorry, Bruce killed Loki. Our bad.’”
“This is exactly why I said that a fighting omega that weighs over a hundred pounds was a bad idea!”
“You’ve only told me a thousand times,” Bucky said. He sounded tired. Loki stirred with a whimper. Bruce growled. He was quickly removed from the room. At this point, Tony and Clint were waiting outside the alpha’s room, probably hearing the commotion. Bruce was still wound up and greeted them both with a sloppy lick and a grumble before Steve continued to pull him away.
“Calm down, big guy. You’re okay. We’re going outside.”
Bruce didn’t care how much trouble he was in. He would like to see Loki try anything with his packmates again.
DAY 7
“How was your trip, Thor?” Steve asked as the tall blonde stepped into the foyer. He had cut his hair and a deep scar marred his eye, but he smiled nonetheless.
“It was fine, thank you. My father died and I had to fight my sister for the will, but other than that, I rather enjoyed it.”
Silence.
Steve knew Bucky was staring.
“How was Loki?” Thor asked, breaking the silence and Steve let out a slightly awkward laugh, coupled with a tight smile.
“That bad?” Thor asked, much to Steve’s dismay. Bucky nodded. “I’m sorry. Loki can be quite the troublemaker. Hopefully, he did not cause much trouble? I will pay for any damaged furniture.”
“No, not at all. He was fine. Nothing was destroyed,” Steve lied as he handed thor the crate. “He did take a bad fall off our counter. Buck and I took him to the vet on Friday. He’s still a bit grumpy.”
“Oh. I see. Thank you. I will pay you back by next Friday. I greatly appreciate what you’ve done. Goodbye Steve. Goodbye James.”
They watched him leave and the moment his car was out of the driveway Steve let out a sigh of relief.
“Really? Fell off a counter?” Bucky asked, eyebrows raised.
“I didn’t hear you saying anything about his omega being a destructive shit,” Steve countered.
“Language.”
“It was one time.”