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Animal Transformation Meme

So everything is normal this morning. The sun is shining (or maybe it’s raining, or maybe it’s snowing, or maybe you’re in space), you’re in bed (or hammock, or cot, or pile of hay) and everything is good (or not). Except for one tiny thing.

You’re an animal.

Why are you an animal? How do you change back? Who knows! It’s an adventure, right?!

Instructions:

► Post your character with name, series, and what animal they are in the subject
► Tag by going to RNG and roll a number 1-8
► Roll with the scenario given and play it out.
► Have fun!

1. The Evil Sorcerer/Sorceress: You transformed the poor victim into an animal, it’s all your fault. But why? Well, clearly, you’re going to tell them right now.
2. The Captor: You’ve found the poor thing on the side of the road, or maybe in your friend’s room. So you’ve taken them home as your pet. You wonder why they’re acting so strangely...
3. Looking to Adopt: Somehow, they’ve ended up in the pet shop, looking to be adopted. You’re looking for a new pet and they might just be perfect
4. My Hero!: So someone was pulling on their tail or trying to feed them to a cat or something. You’ve come in to save the day!
5. The Food Chain: You’re an animal, too! Too bad they just happen to be your favorite snack.
6. Animal Bros: You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours? It’s a hard world for an animal out there! Since we’re both of the non-human persuasion, let’s help each other out.
7. Fairy Tale Endings: So the story’s coming to an end, and you need something to transform back into your normal self. This calls for True Love’s Kiss.... or the kiss of the closest princess around.
8.Free roll: Whatever one you want! Or a mix, or all, or none!

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[In hind sight, she probably should have let the boys tie the fireworks off and set his tail on fire, but the youngest had been crying, and she figured it was worth the two minute detour to run the brats off and untie the fireworks. Only the little boy had begged and pleaded for her to keep him, and she'd promised if only to shut him up and send him on his way.

So she lifted the cat from under her arm as she walked out of the alley, holding him up in front of her.]

Don't get any ideas. You're going to a shelter.

[ This couldn't have gone any worse. Odin, that cruel old man, Loki will kill him. This was not punishment, this was murder, and to have continued spewing all those lies about having loved him while he cursed him to this wretched form was enough to make the once prince of Asgard truly sick to the stomach.

He cannot even defend himself in this pitiful state, without powers, without identity, and to imagine he had to be grateful to someone rescuing him from children...

Oh no. Not just someone, but Agent Romanoff.

The runt black kitten felt truly miserable now. He couldn't even find it within him to summon the fire of anger after such utter embarrassment. ]

Niao.

[She pursed her lips to the side for a moment before continuing on, holding the cat against her shoulder. He was so small, she wondered if he'd even survive in a shelter.]

Maybe Bruce likes cats, [she mutters to herself, and glances down at the feline again.] Do you like giant green monsters, hm?

[ Loki just hung limply along, still unable to believe his ill fortune as he was lifted against the agent. He contemplated clawing her to get away, but felt so down that he didn't even think it was worth the effort.

Until the mindless monster was mentioned, that was when he positively screeched and struggled to break out of that hold. Claws came out, a soft hiss, and he will tear her hand to shreds if she didn't unhand him that instant.

He was not living with that abhorrent, foul smelling, ill tempered, mindless creature! ]

Woah, hey! [She yanks him off her shoulder and gets a hand under his front legs, unconcerned by scratches on her hands.] Okay, no Banner, message received.

[She's really just talking to herself, and that's probably a bad thing, isn't it, but she's scowling at the cat anyway, because clearly something made it go nuts.] Relax, and maybe you'll get some tuna out of this.

[ He was a god, you imbecile of a mortal agent, unhand him! As if he would be bribed by the simplicity of... what was tuna anyway?

But assured that he would not be placed with that insufferable green creature, Loki eventually calmed and settled for glaring at agent Romanoff. Her scowl lifted his spirits. ]

Niao!

[She narrowed her eyes, and turned to glance over her shoulder. Maybe it had seen a mouse or something, but that was awfully convenient timing.

But she'd rather believe there was a mouse than that the cat could understand her.]

It's going to be a weird night, [she thinks, and shakes her head. He gets held like a baby in the crook of her arm from then on - better than giving him another shot at clawing up her shoulder - and that's how she walks into Avengers Tower. It's too extravagant for her tastes, really, but Fury insisted they stay close.

In the kitchen, she drops the cat on the counter, and grabs a can of tuna from the closet. Once it's open, that goes on the counter, too, and she leans forward on one elbow, eying the runt.]

You're small.

[ Loki was indignant the whole way, but despite how much he hated this, her, it was rather comfortable, so he didn't cause too much trouble besides the occasional complaint. In fact, it became rather hard to cause trouble when in fact he drifted off sometime between the walk and arriving.

It wasn't until he was dropped on a table of some sort that he sleepily blinked awake. Ignoring the agent for a second, he curiously looked around. A kitchen, with chairs and ground within leaping distance. Satisfied, he turned back around and sniffed the air lightly as Romanoff returned with something.

Fish.

Daintily, he stepped forward, pretending to hold no interest when he was in actuality investigating. It was messy and preserved, and had a horrible metallic smell that had him wrinkling his nose, but at the same time was coy and sweet and so incredibly good that he took another step closer.

Then jerked back and swiped at her with a paw when she called him small.]

Hsssss!!!!

[ He definitely understood that one, Romanoff. ]

[Oh, something was definitely not right here. She jerked back out of the way of that swipe, glaring at him for a long moment. Two coincidences were way too much.

She left him alone, at least for the moment, and stayed out of swiping distance, her arms crossed. Let him go back to investigating the tuna, get distracted enough that he wouldn't accidentally answer. Cats didn't make noise while they ate, right?]

Meow if you can understand me.

[She was going to have to erase JARVIS' recordings of this, later.]

[ It took a long while, but eventually Loki returned to stalking the canned fish. It looked bad, unfit for a mortal much less an immortal prince, but it tasted surprisingly good and he was surprisingly enjoying it when the question came.

Annoyed at the simpleton question, Loki didn't exactly make a noise because he was busy eating, but he did look up briefly and rolled his eyes at her. This was on top of a paw swipe.

Couldn't she see she was distracting him from his meal? ]

[The cat just rolled its eyes.

The cat just rolled its eyes at her.

No, no. She was tired and that was a trick of the light. Or it had diseased eyes. Probably diseased eyes. That made so much more sense. So she reached out and scratched the cat's head, shaking her own and filling a bowl with water for him. It went down next to the tuna, and she crossed her arms again, watching it.

(She was eyeballing a cat, what was wrong with her.)]

If you have fleas, I'm dropping you off the side of the building.

[ Loki shook his head at her to be left alone to his eating, but the agent refused to listen and, okay, why did scratches like that feel good? It was embarrassing, humiliating, totally... oh, there. Yes.

Maybe he could tolerate it. A tiny bit. Just a few scratches, and only because she was reaching those nice comfy spots.

Content to eat and be scratched, he would have given her the privilege to continue on if she didn't have to insult him like that. Hissing, he swiped her hand away, with claws.

He sat up afterwards and stared back evenly at her, royal and majestic even given his size. If she even dared to instigate that again, he was clawing her again, and his glare said as much. ]

[Mean little thing, she thought. Mean little thing who kept reacting to what she said.

All right, this was getting a little too weird for her. Yanking back her hand, Natasha settled both on her hips, glaring right back at him.]

I could have let them blow off your tail, you know. You're welcome.

[Yep, definitely deleting JARVIS' files of this, later.]

[ Even though he hated this pitiful form, he rather liked his tail and would rather it be there than not. Still, that didn't soften his indignant glare any even though tucked his mentioned tail close beside him.

But he was going to insist that he could have gotten away without her. ]

Niao.

[ Simply because it was boring, he was the first to look away so he may lick a paw and groom his... tail. Okay, maybe he was slightly unnerved by the reminder of how close he nearly lost it. ]

[She was starting to think he was mocking her. Leaning forward on the counter, weight on her forearms, she frowned at him while he reassured himself that his tail had not been burnt off.]

I'll take that as a thank you, [she muttered, and propped her chin up on one hand.] Meow when you hear an option you like: scaring Stark in his workshop, staying with the Captain, taking Thor's room for yourself...

[She reached out to run her figners over his head again, rubbing lightly. It was soothing, when he wasn't trying to claw her skin off.]

[ Who did she think she was talking to, asking him to make noises on command? But when she started going through the list, Loki found himself answering anyway, simply because he did like some of those options. ]

Niao! [ That was for Stark although it had nothing to actually wanting to stay with the man. He simply wanted to get back at him. ]

[ A sullen silence followed the option about the captain, the man was an ultimate bore, but sometime after the mention of Thor, Loki made a strange drawn out noise. ]

Nyaaan.

[ But that could easily be mistaken with how he was reacting to the fingers petting him, which, didn't feel too bad, although he was watching that hand warily. ]

[Natasha found herself smirking as she worked her way down to rub under his chin.] Yeah, I'd like to see the fit he'd have when he sees cat fur all over his work stations, too. I might even bail you out, after.

[That drawn out sound makes her cock her head to the side, and that smirk might turn into a smile, because okay, fine, she likes cats. There.]

Can't do any harm to go look. [She reaches out to pick him up again.]

[ It would be Loki's pleasure to be responsible for it. In fact, he would even cooperate with Agent Romanoff to see this through. It wasn't as if he had much better to do at the moment, and her fingers were rubbing his chin so comfortably...

Shaking his head quickly, he tried to bat at the hand rubbing at him, stop insulting him, he's not a cat! But she had already withdrawn it.

Instead, she was lifting him up and cradling him again, which, after a sullen 'niao', he gave into the carry. He'll just have to make sure he'll take his frustrations out on Stark's workshop properly. ]

[She'd rather he take it out on the workshop than on her hands. And really, how much damage can one runty cat do? She carries him through the building, heading up toward one of the R&D levels. Banner's on the first one; she nods to him as she passes, heading up again, and finds the workshop empty.

Keying in her code - Tony does love his codes - she finds the emptiest bit of table to set the cat down on, leaning one hip against the surface.]

Have at, cat, [she said dryly, and cocked her head to the side.] You need a name. [Natasha's mouth quirked up on an almost smile, and she reached out to rub his head again.] How do you feel about Koshka? [Russian for cat. It's very creative.]

[ Agent Romanoff was sorely underestimating him. Just consider what happened to Manhattan, although, it was probably better that she didn't.

Loki spent several steps circling the spot after he was let down again, as if to simply familiarize himself to the place. He sniffed in disdain at the name, he has a perfectly glorious one already, thank you, and showed how much he didn't like it by turning his back on the agent.

Just to test things, he batted at the nearest complicated looking object and watched as it hurtled off the edge of the table. The resulting crash had him shrink back slightly, but then he peered over the edge and positively grinned at its smashed remains.

Oh yes, this can be a lot of fun. ]

[All right. Maybe this had been a mistake. She narrows her eyes as she walks around the table, watching him. It's the cat's reaction to the crash that sets her on end; cats shouldn't make expressions like that, like he was grinning. Especially not a grin that reminded her of another one.]

Maybe I should just call you Loki, [she said dryly, and crouched to pick up the elaborate paper weight. She hoped it was a paper weight, anyway, because it wasn't going to be doing much more, now.]

[ Bad like you have no idea. The grin was probably reminiscent of another kitty named Cheshire, except this one's more realistic and a lot less purple.

Loki looked up at being called and merely made a self satisfied noise. Now the agent was getting it. ]

Niao.

[ And then he was off, dashing between the various technogadgets that littered the room. It wasn't mere cat hair he was leaving behind, but chaos, pure unprecedented chaos that felt so wonderful to his four paws.

Crashes, bangs, things getting smashed as he bound from surface to surface in a ball of black furred energy. He was getting back at Stark for everything, all those insults, that damnable muzzle that made him unable to retaliate, and simply having the time of his life. As a cat, which hadn't been that long.

Sometime after he pushed a box of blue blinking light things off a table, Loki seemed to have tired himself out and stalled there, circling. Really, this feline form was simply too weak if it exhausted so easily. ]

[Yeah, okay. Probably a bad decision. But the part that bothers her the most is the way the cat looked up when she called him Loki. His name was Loki. And Loki came from Asgard, where they did all kinds of magic bullshit...

She cursed in Russian, under her breath, and started after the cat. She didn't chase him, just moved lightly, stalking him like she was stalking a target. She caught the items she could, fixed what she could manage, and waited him out. It paid off; when he started circling, she came in and scooped him up. There was no cradling this time; she held him by the scruff of his neck, up, in front of her face - but definitely out of scratching distance.]

There's no way, [she says, but she already doubts that.] Loki. Thor's brother. You're a cat.

[ Loki struggled, of course, paws waving this way and that trying to get out of the hold. He hissed at the unrespectful way she addressed him, waved a clawed paw challengingly at the insult in her tone. ]

Hssssss!

[ So what if he was cursed as a cat now, he was still Loki, god to their pitiful mortal lives and prince of Asgard. He swayed again in her grasp and tried to get her to let go. ]

NIAO!

[She was kind of tempted to just throw him against the wall. Okay, more than kind of tempted. Instead, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the workshop, letting the door lock behind her. She'd come up with an excuse or an explanation, later, but right now the most ridiculous situation in the world took precedence.]

What's wrong? Get stuck on your way back here? Or is this the punishment we were promised you'd receive? I have to say, we were thinking more along the lines of jail time than freedom on four legs.

4 :v

How'd that even.... I don't want to know.

idfk rng has feelings apparently.

RNG is a cruel invention

It is :c

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I was actually thinking just yesterday that Steve could get along wuth Lokitty.

LOL I could see it. :c

I did make an account. ^^;;

LOL I approve B]

He can be a lot of mischief.

I believe it. xp

What can I say, this thread sparked evil thoughts.

LMAO well glad to help 8]

It's a beautiful thread. It really is.

So v. v. amusing