Oh my goodness! Everyone has been so kind in the reviews. Thank you for your encouragement!

I have finally written the next chapter to 'Try It Brother',but like all good stories do, it quickly took on a life of it's own and it is because of this, that I have separated it into it's own story. I have also decided to leave 'Try It Brother' as it's own entity to possibly follow up with individual crack-like drabbles later. You may read this as a continuance or not as you choose and as your personal tastes allow. I apologize to anyone who read these chapters while they were attached and I assure you I have only changed a minor detail here and there. The most noteworthy being the allowable distance to the Odin's Cuffs.

NOTE: If you have not read the intro story to this series 'Try It Brother', you should do so prior to continuing. Otherwise you may not understand that Coffee makes Loki Drunk (Silly Frost Giants).

This story will have less crack and a wee bit more info on why Loki is amongst the Avengers in Stark Tower. Also changed the rating due to mature subject matter in the future and possible FrostIron pairing. I had not originally planned for this to happen,but I left those two alone together too long and this is what happened ;) But for now, more fun with Loki. You didn't honestly believe Tony and Clint would let their new found knowledge of Loki's weakness of drinks to go unnoticed, did you? *WEG*-)

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Cappuccino

"Okay," Clint announced bursting through the door of the lab carrying a drink tray precariously in one hand. "I've got 3 iced mocha frappachinos with whip. You sure Cap didn't want one?I got him one anyway."

"Yeah," Tony replied pausing in his work to start dividing the drinks once Clint sat them down on his desk. "He said something about corporate America and I took that as my clue to tune him out."

"Well, we'll have one to split later then," Clint replied.

Loki watched the whole procession with little interest from his perch on a stool nearby. Still hoping the humans would at least provide him a little entertainment for the day. He knew Clint and Tony had a bit of a mischief streak, nothing compared to his of course, but enough to make them the non dullest humans in the house. Especially when they where together, which they where now, much to Loki's curiosity. Clint didn't fiddle with mechanics or Earth science like Tony did, so there was no other purpose for him to be hanging out in the lab other than to cause or plan mischief.

Loki, for his part, was actually curious about Earthlings use of science and mechanics. Once Tony had caught on he had dragged the taller man down to his lab and gushed on for hours about his inventions. Tony was certainly never modest and having a fresh mind around excited him to no end. Loki however could have done without the constant questioning about his magic and, as politely as Loki felt possible, declined every time Tony wanted to 'scan' him or take blood samples.

Just thinking of his magic made the bracelets he now wore start to itch. 'Odin's Cuffs' they were called. Designed by his so called father to prevent any use of magic and also to keep him from wandering off , as the wearer would receive 'the shock of a thousand lightnings', as Thor so eloquently put it, if they happen to go more than 500 Earth yards from the wearer of the matching cuff. Which he just so happen to place on one Anthony Stark…much to that Anthony Stark's protest.

Of course there was no swaying Thor once he put his mind to something and in his logic, Tony was the best possible Avenger for the task. Meaning, that he was the least likely one to kill his brother while he was away on Asgard. Loki had also tried to protest, but Thor had sized him down with a warning stare and pointing a single digit at him, commanded "BEHAVE!" before rushing off to whatever princely duties awaited him.

So, here Loki sat, watching the humans with only half interest as they bubbled on about their frappe-whatevers from this fellow Starbuck.

"mmmmm MMMMMM," Tony burst, staring at his cup in disbelief after his first big sip. "This is amazing! Did they put extra mocha in this?"

"MMMM," Clint agreed still swallowing. "They must have. I've never had one quite this good before. And look at all the whip cream."

"I think the girl was sweet on you," Tony gave Clint a small nudge to emphasize what he meant. "Man, this is good! Did she add an espresso shot?"

Clint held up two fingers in answer as he took a long sip of his drink.

"TWO?" Tony's disbelief was almost theatrical and Loki couldn't help but eye the two men thoughtfully as they beamed about the deliciousness of these Midgardian drinks.

They looked to be about the same shade of coffee, but where iced with some sort of white fluffy gel on top. Loki knew the humans preferred their coffee hot enough to scald half the skin off the roof of their mouths, so this most certainly was not coffee. But perhaps this Starbuck fellow was a master in mixing drinks and could provide something a little more palatable than most of the bland Earth drinks Loki had tried.

"But I made Cap's decaff," Clint informed with a nod towards the remaining cup. "Could you imagine that guy on caffeine?"

"That my friend," Tony agreed clapping Barton on the back. "Is one scary thought. Mmmm, you know what would go great with these?" Tony piped up suddenly, "Those little Pizzelle wafer things. I'm pretty sure I have some. C'mon."

Without a second thought, Clint and Tony dashed towards the elevator, leaving Loki forgotten in the Lab. It certainly wasn't the first time and Loki knew that once Tony figured out what he had done, he'd come dashing back for fear Loki had 'touched' something he shouldn't have. But it afforded him just enough time to sample this spare mocha-chino-whatever that they had also forgotten about.

Loki looked at it skeptically, pulling the straw out and noting how the white gel fluff coated the end. Hesitantly he stuck the end of the straw on his tongue and was rewarded by the cool sweet taste of whip cream. He dipped the straw back in several more times, repeating the process before finally braving his first sip of the liquid. He paused, not quite sure if he liked it or not. It was bitter and sweet all at the same time. He did like how cool it was as it slid down his throat and the flavor it left behind was similar to the Midgardian treat known as chocolate.

I guess that would explain it's brown color, he thought to himself, taking another sample sip albeit bigger this time. It seemed the taste left after he swallowed was almost sweeter than when the frosty liquid first hit his tongue and this intrigued him to no end. He took sip after sip trying to capture that same sweet taste prior to swallowing, but to no avail. When the tell-tale rattle of empty straw awarded him no further drink, he looked down into the remaining ice a bit mournfully.

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10 minutes later…

"This is shit," Loki announced looking at the half eaten pizzelle wafer in his hand.

"No, no," Tony corrected. "This is THE shit," He leaned in to touch the pizzelle for emphasis and snapped off a small bit, tossing it in his mouth.

Clint just watched from the other side of the desk, sniggering as he munched hi own pizzelles.

"This is THeeeeee shit," Loki repeated. "Wait, what the shit?"

"Exactly," Tony winked smugly. "The shit, that's shit. I'm the shit…"

"You are a shit," Loki imbibed, wicked grin on his face.

"Alright, I'll give you that one," Tony replied, looking knowingly to Clint who was almost choking on his wafer in trying to suppress his giggles.

"You know," Loki turned suddenly serious towards Tony "I think that Starbuck fellow puts coffee in his frappachinos."

"You don't say." Tony could only half hide his grin.

"I do say," Loki replied "In fact I just said it…did I not."

"Serves you right for drinking it," Clint sniped with a knowing grin.

"Hey, you know what this needs," Loki held the still half eaten wafer up in sudden discovery "Cheese."

"No," Tony replied flatly.

"I don't know what I'd do if cheese was never invented," Loki lowered the wafer into his mouth thoughtfully.

"Well, you wouldn't eat cheese," Clint chimed in sarcastically.

"Damn."Loki just gazed at nothing forlornly while sucking on his wafer.

"Hey, hey," Tony snapped in his face bringing the demi God's focus back to him. "Mork to Orson. Come in Orson, we're going to be late. I told the club I'd be there at 7."

He passed a sly wink to Clint who only widened his grin.

"Club," Loki looked in confusion at Stark as he was taken by the elbow and led towards the elevator. "What is this club. And who is this Orson?"

"Not important," Tony replied shortly as the elevator doors closed on them. "What IS important, is the fact that I'm supposed to be there at 7 which means you also have to be there at 7."

He held up his wrist for, shaking the little copper bracelet for emphasis.

"What," Loki tore his elbow out of Tony's grasp and huffed off the elevator as soon as the door dinged open. "Wha..I can't go out amongst the humans like this." He tugged at his plain black button up shirt, collar and half the chest of course undone, buttons be damned, and plain black jeans. "I look…..tragic."

"Correction Reindeer Games," Tony walked towards him herding him towards the front door as they went. "You ARE tragic…this makes you look…I don't know, more zazzy."

"Very funny Anthony."

"Hey, for the last time, no one calls me Anthony but Pepper. And despite the similarity in both pitch and tone…you are not her. So for the rest of the night it's Tony or Stark. Capiche?." They had finally made it to the car and Tony opened the back door ushering Loki to sit inside.

"Oooh what's a capiche?" he asked leaning back out. "I want one."

Tony just sighed and slammed the door closed, knocking Loki's head into the window as it shut.

"Owwwww," Loki rubbed his head in dismay as he leaned back into the seat. "That was shit."

"I was expecting more…you know….Glee club," Clint said as he slid into the passenger seat next to Tony. Both ignoring the wounded demi god in the back seat.

"Hmmm," Tony agreed "Maybe we should have gone full caffeinated."

He pulled out of the drive with a shrug

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30 minutes down the road.

"Oh yeah," Loki yelled loudly to Clint who was sitting turned around in the front seat so he could face the taller man in the back."Well I'll build my OWN tower and I won't let ANYONE in."

"Yeah," Clint retorted, "What are you going to name this 'tower'"

"Nothing! It won't have a name!" Loki grinned widely showing all his pearly whites. "You know why? Because it's MY TOWER!"

"You can't have a tower with no name," Clint sniggered. "You won't get any mail."

"I don't CARE! I don't want any of this...mail ."

"Well it has to have a name. You can't just call it 'tower'. How will you distinguish it from all the other towers?"

"I will know it, because it will be MY TOWER," Loki fumed. "You..You are just like Thor," He practically spat the name. "You know I got a kitten once..cute little thing..all fur and fangs and what not. And Thor was always whining 'what's it's name? What's it's name?' . Every day 'what's it's name? What's it's name?' This went on FOREVER!...I didn't CARE what it's name was…it was MY KITTEN! Now a year or so later I discovered it's personality and named it Charlie….BUT IT DIDN'T MATTER! It was MY KITTEN! …SHIT!"

"Good use of the word by the way," Tony chimed in from the driver's seat.

"Thank you." It looked as though Loki had calmed down but a new idea came to him immediately and he held up a triumphant finger as he spoke. "You know WHAT? You KNOW WHAT? When I DOOOO find out the personality of MY tower, I will name it…. And I won't tell you."

He leaned back against the seat as if the argument had been won, but Clint wasn't to be put off. He had just finished his 3rd airline sized bottle of vodka that Tony kept chilling in the temperature controlled glove box and had fished out another.

"Well," Clint retorted popping his 4th bottle. "I'm just gonna build my OWN tower next to your tower AND it's going to have a name and booze and women and we won't let you in. There'll be little signs with your picture at every door saying not to let you in …..but everyone else is cool."

"I DON'T CARE," Loki spat back actually laughing a bit now. "In fact, that would be perfect. You just keep all the stupid humans in your tower-with-a-name and leave me the shit alone."

"Now see," Tony added "I would've used 'fuck' there."

"I beg your pardon," Loki shook his head taken aback and sure he had misheard.

"Another time kids," Tony announced pulling into the clubs valet parking area. "We're here. Now listen, Loki. For the rest of the night your name is Luke. Can you remember that? Luke?"

"What's wrong with Loki," Loki asked a bit put off.

"Oh nothing, It just reminds people of the psychotic, destructive, maniacal, and might I add,evil demi god that tried to destroy New York and take over the world not too long ago. And, oh,hey, the resemblance is uncanny."

"Well he sounds charming," He flashed Tony a playful grin as they exited the car but was met only with Tony's famous 'are-you-kidding-me' flatline face.

"Okay boys, let's not keep the ladies waiting." Tony waved to the doorman as he ushered his two inebriated friends inside. He definitely would be requiring a driver to get them home again. There was no way he was going to put up with those two sober.

They fished their way through the crowd inside and were ushered over to a tall table with a good view of the bar. This was obviously no ordinary club. There was no dance floor and there was high end art on every wall. A full orchestra sat in the corner playing to some of New York's finest as they mingled and chatted in small clusters.

Tony was immediately brought a scotch and in no time has a full size glass of Vodka for Clint and amazingly has enough sway to have an iced Mochachino brought in for Loki. Who looks at the iced drink more suspiciously this time as it sat in it's glass of ice.

"Don't worry," Tony assured him, picking up the glass for emphasis and swirling it around a bit before placing it back in front of the taller man. "I assure you, that man Starbuck was nowhere near this. It's called a mocha…which is Italian for chocolate or something."

With that, a blond female caught Stark's attention at the bar and he was off to be charming.

Loki was just taking a hesitant sip,scanning his surroundings as he did so, when a short dark haired woman and a taller red haired woman caught his gaze as they started approaching the table. He quickly grabbed Clint's arm and pulled him around the table.

"Clint," He hissed, "Come stand next to me so they won't think that I am creepy."

"But you are creepy," Clint replied matter of factly.

"I know, that's why I need you to stand next to me."

"Hi, I'm Veronica ," The dark haired woman announce with a sly smile. Then introduced her friend. "This is Alice."

"Hi Ladies," Clint tipped his drink at her while Loki took a rather large gulp of his Mocha. "I'm Clint."

He elbowed the taller man roughly who almost spit out his drink at the obvious clue that it was his turn to speak.

"I'm…" Loki blanked and turned to Clint wide eyed. " what did I tell you my name was?"

"This is Luke," Clint announced patting Loki on the chest for emphasis. "He's not from around here."

"Hi Clint," Veronica greeted, twirling the little straw in her drink suggestively with her hips as she stepped in closer.

"Your friend's kind of cute," Alice proclaimed as she stepped in closer to Loki and ran a finger down his chest into the opening created by the collar not being buttoned.

Loki was so taken aback by the sudden invasion of space by this brash human that he actually yelped as he jumped back. "What?I'm not kind of.." and nearly fell backwards over a stool, drink held up protectively so as not to spill it as though that was most important in that moment. He quickly recovered, straightening his shirt with a tug and glaring disdainfully over his shoulder at the offending stool. Clint's loud sniggers earned him an equally menacing glare.

"Oh do shut up," Loki spat.

"Don't mind him," Alice purred stepping into Loki's side and petting his chest. "He's just trying to hurt your feelings."

"Well, he can't hurt my feelings," Loki retorted sticking his tongue out at the shorter man who also had the dark haired woman now held at his side in a similar fashion. "I don't have any."

"Mmmm I love that accent," Alice continued undaunted by the man's childish antics. "You sound….British," she purred this last bit as a whisper into Loki's ear.

"That's funny," Loki replied "I've never been to British."

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