Hello! Thanks to everyone who followed or favorite-ed this! Please review! Avengers seemed like a good first story...it's rated T for mild language and violence... no pairings right now, but possible OC later... And I promise the later chapters get better and longer - keep reading!

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Also, this is the revised Ch. 1 and when I was writing later chapters I came up with this, so I thought I'd post it on this one too, so don't be confused when you see it later in the A/N:

"You guys have been great and I really want the writing feedback I came for, so from this point on we're going to play a little game: If you are an author and you leave a specific, quality, honest review on my writing, good or bad, I will follow the link to your profile and leave a review on part of one of your stories, too, as soon as I can."

so there it is.

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Loki stared fixedly at the ground, as if suddenly very interested in a certain spot on the concrete. In truth, he simply couldn't meet his "brother's" gaze, which fell sadly upon him as Thor silently prepared the Tesseract for them to depart. They were standing in a sunny, open area - in a park - that could have been considered pleasant under other circumstances. Loki found no joy in it, though. The fight was nearly gone from his deep green eyes; the loathing, the mockery, the playful mischief wasn't there for the time being as the gravity of his situation sunk in.

The Other would come for him for his failure, he knew, if the Allfather didn't destroy him first. As he stood there waiting, it stunned him to think that he had once, seemingly so long ago, considered Odin to be his own father - that lying, thieving bastard. Still, whatever punishment Odin had in mind would probably be far preferable to what the Other had planned for him. Loki shuddered at the thought.

He looked up for a moment to survey the Midgardian city, the one they call 'New York'.

The one that should have been his.

It was impressive, the vastness of it. The fresh smoke and ash of battle rose amongst the towering structures, silhouetting their gray mass in the distance. Closer, a small crowd of mortals had gathered curiously, to watch him be taken away, he supposed. He ground his teeth behind the humiliating muzzle they had clamped on like he was some sort of dog. He looked away from them. He noticed the Tesseract's soft blue glow as Thor tightened his grip on the handle and muttered something to Heimdall. It wouldn't be long now.

I could have had it, he thought, I could have had it and this whole little world, if it was not been for Thor and his damned mortal friends. It seemed that they were now leaving the Midgardian city as well, each going their separate ways. Probably gone to hide away again, those disgusting lost creatures.

Loki forced himself to look back at Thor as they left. He'd intended to spit a few choice words at him as well, but couldn't seeing as how he was gagged. Hmph. He settled for simply glaring at him, and the spark of venom contained in that glare was more than enough to get his message across.

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While Loki had seemed somewhat subdued since they captured him, Thor couldn't help but notice an edge to his glare; a look of cleverness and defiance dancing behind his mask that promised trouble. (And those were the only kind of promises Loki had a record of keeping.)

How he wished it wasn't there. How Thor wished he could have his brother back, and undo the harm his brother had done to this world in his current lost state. He had once been lost, too, he remembered. Perhaps he could convince Allfather Odin to have mercy on his brother, and find a way to teach Loki, as he had taught Thor when he was led astray by this lust for power that had claimed so many.

But that was for the Allfather to sort out, he thought as he nodded a final farewell to the Midgardians. He accepted the Tesseract, encased in a cylindrical tube of glass and metal, from one of their government's personnel. Without a word, Thor took his end of the Tesseract's casing in his iron grip and twisted the handle, leaving Midgard behind.

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Loki felt the mortal world slip away, and thought again about the world awaiting him: Asgard. The world he had once called his home. The world that hated him. (Well, at least one that was currently angry and hated him more than a lot of the other worlds did.)

This was not good. Not good at all. He suspected that, no matter how much Thor begged (which he undoubtedly would), Odin would either destroy him or banish him from Asgard. Then, if he was banished, he would be left to his own devices in any number of places in the Nine Realms, and it would be no secret. The Other would eventually find out wherever he was and ultimately catch him. Then he would wish Thor had just allowed Odin to kill him.

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Loki felt his feet touch solid ground and saw Asgard come into focus. He stood shakily next to Thor on the Bifrost, gritting his teeth behind his muzzle and clenching his fists tightly in their shackles. Being propelled through space to another dimension while injured was not fun. And he was not especially excited at what awaited him at this destination.

He had to escape from here, he decided, before anyone could find where he went. He glanced around what was left of the Bifrost, where they had landed. Not much remained from his last visit here; the famous rainbow bridge now came to a halt at a jagged edge over the abyss. The waves of the deepest, darkest ocean crashed far below his feet. Countless stars with countless worlds shined upon them from all directions. He could make out the striking golden towers of the Realm Eternal in the distance, far down the length of the bridge inside a massive pair of shining gates. Inside one of those towers, he realized, Odin prepared for his return and assembled the Council for his trial.

Loki was torn from his thoughts momentarily as a group of heavily armed Asgardian troops marched forward to surround him. They walked in unison, each man's eyes on him and one hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed longsword. Thor didn't look up as he stepped past to allow the guards through; he was too angry, or ashamed. As he walked past he deliberately glared down at the bridge. Loki shot one more cold look at him anyways, and resumed subtly but desperately searching for a way out.

Always a way out, always a way out, always a way out... Thor's scarlet cape flapped behind him; his grim face was shadowed by an erie blue glow let off from the object still in his hand...

The Tesseract!

Loki saw his chance- it was now or never. As Thor brushed roughly past and the guards moved forward, Loki suddenly lunged for it with all his might, startling them. Thor didn't realize it until it was too late. He spun around half a second too slow. The guards swarmed, drawing their blades and shouting angrily. The demigod's cuffed hands grasped the free end of Tesseract and he twisted the handle at random, not caring where it took him. Anywhere to escape this. And to escape them.

"Brother!? Don't–" started Thor, but they never heard him finish.

To his great relief, Loki saw Asgard begin to blur and felt the ground leave his feet.

But not before he felt the guard's sword pierce his side.

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