Hi. Just a little disclaimer: Some events from the movie/comics might be inaccurate, and if they are, feel free to correct me but please be nice about it. This fan fiction is based off the movie, mainly, but for some reason I couldn't find the tag under movies. I will move it once I do, though. Also, I'm really interested in psychology, but I'm no expert. Sorry for any bearing mistakes!

Well, he thought, at least he got the resourceful ingrates of the human population. Though one must not ignore the fact that one of them was the best sharpshooter and very bright for a human, and thus a little volatile even under the submission of his scepter. The other one, the scientist and teacher, loved Thor more than he loved air, so he too would be difficult to estimate how long it took him to crack away from the power of Loki's mind manipulation.

Loki grunted as he waded on the back of the S.H.I.E.L.D. jeep, going over hills and pushing dust up all around him so he couldn't see where he was going. Great Odin, did his head hurt. He realized that transporting himself through the Tesseract between worldly dimensions would cause him to have such a headache. To be honest, as a god, he would have expected to have the trip be something easy to handle. How did Thor do it?

"Sir." Barton said suddenly from the front of the Jeep, "Where should we go?"

"Anywhere." Loki replied, "Anywhere that the scientist can do his work."

"I know just the place." Erik Selvig said earnestly, "I know just where we can go, sir. I know where we can do our work so that we can make use out of the Tesseract, sir. I know the perfec—"

"Then take me there." Loki snapped impatiently. He sighed heavily and leaned back on the window of the Jeep and watched the stars above him. Albeit, most of his view was muddled by the dust that the vehicle was emitting, but it all looked beautiful nonetheless. Loki, of all things, found his comfort in the darkness of the world's around him. The silence that he saw between these worlds, this was the best silence he had ever heard, or never heard, before. He could think clearly in this silence.

The ride took forever for a human, but for Loki, who had spent his time in one of the unknown spaces of the universe, it was almost a blink of an eye. The humans were busy driving through the streets of what looked like a large city. Loki said to his pawns, "Where are we going?"

"The old military base where the Super Soldier Serum was made." Erik said, "It's in New York. It's underground, you'll be away from everything."

"How thoughtful." Loki said sharply, Erik beamed.

When they finally got to the alleyway that would lead to this experimention room, Loki looked at Barton, "I will need you to find me more scientists. Do you have suggestions?"

"I know a few people who are enemies of S.H.I.E.L.D." Barton said, "I can go to them."

"What is your name?"

"Clint Barton." Barton said, "Hawkeye is my agent name."

"Then I shall address you as Clint. Go and persuade my future workers for me." And Barton, or Clint, smiled at him with his faded, icy blue eyes and went over to the Jeep. He pulled out his bow and snapped it to the ready before walking out of the alleyway and into the life of New York. Loki turned from the street to Erik, "Take me to the lab."

Erik knew exactly where to go and Loki marveled at this inside himself. The lab had been long deserted by his former occupants but Erik seemed to have studied it enough.

The lab was completely bleak and the only reason Loki could see was credited to the soft blue light emitting from some of the emergency generators around the room. Erik said something about how those could give them energy, for a little while, at least, before bustling around the place to make it more homey. There was a large generator in the middle of the room where Captain America himself was made, but Loki ignored it and went into one of the large glass rooms where he could see work desks and little tools already. "It looks like someone has been making themselves at home here already." Loki snarled.

"Yes. Me." Erik said suddenly, "I've restored the place a little bit. Granted, I didn't know I'd have a Norse God here with me today to see it, or else I would have stocked the fridge or maybe found a place where you could sit, but I've done my best with the budget I have—"

"Tell me." Loki cut him off, "If I were to be one that needed knowledge, where would I go?"

"Knowledge? You need more knowledge?"

"I suppose..." Loki said, and he walked around the large stone room with his cape swishing behind him and his armor feeling heavy. He had decided in keeping his helmet off, but he had noticed that the wind from the car ride had fluffed up his hair enough to annoy him. His boots made soft thudding sounds on the ground, and they echoed so much that Erik blinked whenever he heard them. Loki continued, "I suppose that if I'm going to enslave the entire race of this world, I need to know a little bit about them." He stopped and glanced at Erik, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then where should I go? I'm not going to sit down here like a housewife while you work."

"There's a library a street away. It opens at 9 tomorrow."

"Then tomorrow." Loki said, and he left Erik to continue making the place look somewhat acceptable for the God of Micheif.

Loki didn't sleep. He waited while he listened to Erik grunt around in the basement below him. He had chosen a room in the middle of the abandoned building, whereas on each wall there was a line of tall windows that showed Loki everything around him, but did not show himself to the world. He'd only be in this room during the night, of course, and spend his days pandering around the city or in the basement, telling Erik what to do. During the night, Clint returned to him saying that he had found a couple of scientists that were keen to join Loki in his fight against S.H.I.E.L.D., and that they would arrive to work tomorrow.

And on that marrow, Loki was up and moving at dawn to observe the city. Erik was still awake and when Loki appeared behind him as he was bugging around with one of the machines, Loki had mentioned that the place did look cleaner than the night before. That compliment would sustain Erik for the duration of the day.

"If I may, sir." Erik said timidly, "You will stand out a little bit to the humans with those clothes."

Loki raised his eyebrows and looked down at his attire. He designed this garb himself, but he supposed that Erik was correct. It would suit him with ill to stand out too much before his first move. Loki allowed his cape and fighting clothes to vanish in favor to a necktie, a black coat, and a scarf with his signature colors.

Kidnapping and controlling the minds of scientists and a sharpshooter who would prove to be one of his bodyguards? Check. Finding a space in the earth that was close to everything he needed but far enough secluded so that his work with the Tesseract wouldn't be interrupted by his idiot brother? Check. To try the drink called coffee that Thor liked so much. En route.

It was bitter and Loki liked it very much as well. Coffee wasn't anything like wine that Loki was accustomed to, albeit Loki often didn't drink wine like his comrades back on Asgard. He had preferred something a little less debilitating: ice water. But this coffee was a picker-upper, and Loki didn't mind it.

He found the library in due time. It was large and stone just like the rest of the buildings, and hilariously enough, had two monstrous wolves sat on the edge of the stairs that led into the building titled "NYC LIBRARY" above it. Wolves, creatures of Norse mythology. Loki smiled at them while he passed them, walking up the stairs, and through the large glass door. He was the only one at the moment, it being 9:05am in the morning, and only the attending librarians were present.

Loki approached one of the large counters provided by the library and waited, his cup of coffee in his hand as he did. He took a silent sip before the libarian before him realized that he was there. She jumped but controlled herself long enough to ask, "Can I help you?"

"Hopefully." Loki said smoothly, "I'm looking for a book about behavior."

"What type of behavior?"

"Human."

The librarian gave him a strange look and Loki caught it. Was it possible that he had said something suspicious in front of the book nurse? He retraced his request in his mind quickly, and said suddenly, "It's for a report."

"The psychology section in on the top floor, by the large windows, Row 3.4. There is an assistant there that will help you."

"Thank you." Loki sneered, before walking past the desk and up the flight of stairs lithely. The inside of the library, he thought, was impressive. Albeit not as impressive as his home in Asgard, but the large staircases and the walls being completely covering in books intrigued him. If he wasn't a rouge Norse God with a vengeance against the human race, and thus didn't have much time, he would have loved to have gone through and read every single one of those books. The crimson draperies that hung from the large windows, however, they could go.

When Loki finally got to the top floor, he glanced around himself. The large windows were the only form of direction that the hold hag below gave him, so he went to them. He found himself, finally, at Row 3.4.

"Can I help you with something?"

Loki turned around and glanced at the assistant before him. It was obvious she worked in the library, since her clothes were very much like the clothes of the other woman. Completely gray and black, a pencil skirt with a nice blouse and ugly shoes. Her hair was long and wavy from her part to her tips, which flicked out similar to how Loki's did, and it was a bright blond; it almost burned his eyes to look at it. She had large brown eyes that bore in to him as well, watching him.

Loki said suddenly, "I'm looking for psychology books."

"Which branch of psychology?" She asked quickly.

"Behavior."

She cocked her head awkwardly and said, "So did you want a book completely about behaviorism or specifically Methodological, Radical, Teleological, Theoretical, Biological, or Psychological?"

Loki glared at her, "I'm not here to play word games."

"Well then we can avoid the Stroop effect books." She snipped back at him, quicker than he expected her to.

Loki thought for a moment before saying, "You…you know quite a lot about human behavior, don't you?"

"I'm a psychology major." She said, "I work here part-time. But they always put me in this section. None of them are really smart enough to know what to do when someone like you comes in asking for just a book about psychology."

"I'm simply unfamiliar with it." Loki said.

"I noticed."

Loki nodded in approval at her wit, opting out to let her win that argument while he walked to the bookshelf and dragged his hand along the bindings. Conversely, he said, "So if I were to ask you a question about human behavior, you'd be able to answer it."

"It depends. Psychology isn't just black and white. Thanks to the Stroop effect."

"But if I asked how one might train humans, what would your response be?"

"Operant conditioning via positive reinforcement." She spieled out.

Loki smiled dangerously but she couldn't see since his back was to her, "Interesting. That's what psychology is. To train?"

"Not exactly…" The assistant said, and she went over to Loki. He tensed but she walked right by him, her platinum hair trailing behind her so Loki could watch it go past as well. She went over to one of the books and pulled it out before saying, "Psychology is the scientific study of the mind and behavior. We use psychology to understand ourselves. Our thoughts; actions. Theoretically, if one can understand how we work, we can help others that don't."

"And why do you study psychology?" Loki asked while he looked at the cover of one of the books he had pulled off from the shelf. It was simply called FREUD.

The assistant smiled and said to him, "I'm adopted."

And Loki caught himself in a cough, or a grunt, or something thick and shocking in his throat, and he about snapped his neck by looking up at her.

But she continued, "I experienced the classic effect of adoption: I had an identity crisis. I used psychology—" She waved the book in the air to demonstrate "—To understand who I was. As a person. Since my parents weren't all that helpful."

"Why?" Loki asked, "Why were you adopted?"

"My mother didn't want me." She stated blandly, "She was some rich teenager that got knocked up when she was 16, and she almost got an abortion. But her parents sent her to a home to have me quickly and then get rid of me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment in her thinking; a familiar facial expression for Loki, he presumed. She finished while she was gently picking at the fabric on the front of the book, "She went on to be a football cheerleader."

"And what does a football cheerleader do, exactly?" Loki asked.

The girl laughed and shook her head at him, "You really are not from around here, are you?"

Loki's smile was bitterly tense, "I am…from far away, yes."

She shrugged and put the book back where she found it, "I suppose I'd rather be adopted than aborted, anyway."

"And your new family?"

"A mother, a father and a new sister." She said, "They're all into being pretty and sports and family outdoor play dates. I just do this." She waved her finger in the air to illustrate that they were currently standing in the middle of the psychology section.

Loki suddenly said, "I'm adopted as well."

"I could tell." She said, "You're reserved and calculated." She smiled at him and handed him a book, in which was named HUMAN BEHAVIOR: THEORIES AND PRACTICES. "Try this book out for your little report."

"Thank you." Loki said, and he placed the book under his arm. "I'm Loki."

Her brows furrowed, "Like the Norse God?"

"Exactly like the Norse God." Loki confirmed, surprised that she even knew about such things.

"Are you mischievous, too?" She asked, "Or does your name not affect your psychology?"

"No, no." Loki almost laughed, his wide smile bearing his teeth in amusement, "I'm deviously mischievous."

"Well." She said, and she held out her hand to him. He took it slowly, somewhat surprised by her gesture. Her hands were very small compared to his own giant ones. She then said, "It's nice to meet you, then, Loki."

"And your name?" Loki asked, shaking her hand gently.

"My name is Psyche." She replied, "Psyche Velle."

Loki smiled at her, his best amiable smile that he could muster, "Well Miss. Psyche, I shall return with this book when I'm finished. Thank you for your assistance."

Hello. Welcome to this story. If you're a reader of mine, I'm sorry, I love comics and I just had to. I'm so interested in Loki's psychology that I just wanted to pick it apart. What better way than love? Also, I hope you get all the references. BTW, Velle is Latin for willing. I'll let you guys figure out the rest. Tell me what you think!