A/N: Here is a new story! After seeing the new trailer, I REALLY wanted to explore a sadistic/sociopathic Loki. It adds a slightly darker charm to his character that I really think would be fun to write. Of course this is a romance story, so expect gradual change. Until then, we shall all have fun!

Rating: I set this to mature because with this newest development, I truly believe Loki would be less appropriate that the teen rating would allow. Also, I am going all out with this story. Plots with mesh between the Avengers and Thor. The second installment hasn't been released yet, so of course I don't know what will happen in the movie.

I'm taking my interpretation of the trailer and loosely fitting it into a plot mixture between both movies listed. I will be including smut, but will opt for obvious signs for those not wishing to read that sort of stuff. Cursing will be kept down, as I feel like too much will take away from the story. Thanks!

Disclaimer: All content of Marvel is not mine. I enjoy writing sociopathic Loki without monetary compensation. (:

"You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say."

~David Guetta, Titanium

Artificial. Despite the afternoon barely waning, the sky was dark, black. The air's perfume smeared sulfur across Jane's senses. Artificial was the night-like sky in the height of day. Artificial was the sweltering frost nipping at her throat despite it being July. The sight of death unto the innocent was unnatural like poison upon a wildflower.

Even the rain that fell despite there being a drought to the area seemed a synthetic misconception. The droplets hit her skin like never ending bullets. No matter where she fled to, she was in the line of fire. Her legs moved at will, ignoring what her mind dictated. Her pace was devastatingly painful. She ran. She ran until she was inside, until some disfigured entities ransacked through, killing women, men, and crying children in their paths.

Jane had tried to save a small child, but the girl had refused outright to go with a stranger. She told Jane she needed to wait for her mom, but everyone else inside was dead. Just as Jane tried to pick her up, a bolt of light came toward them, sending Jane through the air about ten feet high before landing on her back.

Her shoulder had been knocked out of socket. Her pain was the only thing real. The child had instantly died, and these creatures invading the city of London were chasing Jane.

She'd not even thought of how much her shoulder pained her because her legs were moving roguery against her commands. Her hand cradled her shoulder and her feet carried her toward an open courtyard. Her hair tie had been knocked out by the attack earlier, so her thick, light brown hair obscured her vision.

Suddenly, some debris caused her to fall directly on her knees. She cried out in pain. Was this how she was to die? Where were Erik and Darcy? Had they hidden somewhere safe?

Was this how the fabric of reality was destined to shred?

Her questions ceased. One of the creatures had her by the arm currently out of socket. She yelped. Tears streamed down her face as panic eased away. She would do her best to accept her fate, regardless of not being able to say goodbye to her two partners and Thor.

Her head rose to meet the gaze of the unbearably disfigured being before her. Fear crept in as its arm lifted over their heads and began to sing down.

A gust of wind threw Jane and the dark being back, the creature letting go of her arm in the process. Jane's back was forced against a pillar, her head bouncing against the stone surface once. Her breath left her. Her chest felt broken. Eventually, she regained awareness to what was happening.

She reluctantly moved her head and saw the last living creature before her—Thor.

"Jane, it is time we go to Asgard."

He brutishly stuck his hand out and reached around her knees and shoulders, carrying her bridal style. She fidgeted against his touch, "Go? You can't just leave! People need your help! They're out there helpless and dying!" Jane lectured, pausing when he began walking toward a symbol embedded in the concrete.

"Please! You can't just take me! Darcy and Erik are out there somewhere! Help them! Now!" she ordered, her good arm rising so she could shove her hand at his face in order to be released.

"Forgive me for not aiding these mortals, Jane. I was only sent here to collect you by the Allfather. I am incredibly sure the other Avengers will be here soon," Thor rationalized, not even looking at her, though his features were remorseful. The warrior in him desperately desired to save this place, but his father had instructed him to collect her.

"How can you be so sure, Thor? You had no desire to keep your promise until I was nearly killed! Please, for my sake, go and help them!"

He halted in the epicenter of the marking on the ground, looking up. "Heimdall, I am ready!"

Shaking her head and looking back at the destruction, rubble, and dead bodies exposed, Jane shouted, "No! No, No!"

Suddenly, a transparent rainbow light absorbed them and she tucked her face between Thor's jawbone and his armor, her good arm clutching onto him for dear life. As quickly as the light had come, they faded, revealing a golden, sphere-shaped room.

Thor immediate raised his hammer and began to fly toward the city of Asgard. Jane felt sick. Really sick. Her arm hurt worse, and she still felt cold despite the glowing warmth permeating through the air.

Nearing a balcony, Thor shifted his body so that he was vertical, landing gracefully on the surface of some other golden, sphere-shaped exposed hallway. He gently set her down and told her to stay there, neatly placing her against a grand red pillar.

She cradled her arm, still out of socket. Wincing, she raised her shaking hand over her left shoulder, pulling it quickly into place. She looked up and wiped a stray tear as she exhaled roughly. She mumbled a curse.

Jane took one breath. She was in Asgard. This was not how she would have liked to come here. Turning her head, she surveyed the city. Waterfalls, glowing textures of warmth throughout the sky, and birds peacefully frolicking about the air were only a few details she noticed before more footsteps approached.

"I have collected her, father. What is your purpose with her?" she heard Thor speak.

There had to have been at least six pairs of footsteps. Inhaling, she gathered her festering anger and rounded the pillar, positioning her directly in front of Thor. His head was turned toward an older man wearing a patch over one of his eyes. Both men fixed their attention over the dishelved Jane.

"What the hell was that?!" Livid and slightly caught up in the heat of the moment, Jane's hands raised to her temples, quickly moving downward, "You cannot just come down to earth, sweep me up, and take me to a random realm."

"I urge you to silence, mortal," the older man commanded.

Pausing, Jane quickly shifted her attention toward the older man and held her palm out before him, "With all do respect, shut up."

Gasps came from a woman she barely recognized as Sif and a burlier man with ginger tones in his beard and hair. A sickening wave of idle laughter came from behind them, though she could not see who it was over Thor's form before her. Shaking her head, she waved her arms palms up at her waist, "Beyond that, you never once came for me when Loki was rampaging through New York. Neither SHIELD nor you get to control my life anymore."

"Jane, do not talk to my father in that manner," Thor ordered, though his tone was much softer than the elderly man's.

Stomping her feet, she crossed her arms, "I'm not one of your subjects, Thor. I don't even know what I am to you, and frankly speaking, you shouldn't be here arguing with me! You should go back and help London before it's completely obliterated from existence."

Thor's form closed in toward her, lowering his stance to nearly match her short stature, "Jane, there will be a time and place for us to talk. The time and place is not now."

Fresh tears formed within her brown eyes. Jane rushed toward Thor, clutching the armor on his chest, "Thor, there are people dying. What about Darcy and Erik?" Shaking her head, she rested her head against his chest and wiped away the moisture before it fell. "Please, Thor?" Gathering her own strength, she pushed herself away just as his arms were lifting to wrap around her.

"Jane Foster?" a deep, raspy voice called to her left. When she moved her head to the old man, she straightened, closing her eyes and privately aware that she had made an ass of herself. "You may address me as Sir or Allfather, since you are well acquainted with my son, Thor."

Biting her lip, Jane rubbed the back of her head, and bent her head shamefully, "I'm sorry, Allfather. I'm terribly moody lately. I meant no disrespect. I assure of that."

"Tis quite all right, child. My son stripped you of your place on Midgard. You are allotted to feel overwhelmed," Odin spoke diplomatically. His eyes fixed over his heir. "Thor, your task is to assemble a small group to investigate the activity of Svartalfheim. The invasion nearly cost your mother's life. The queen recovers slowly, but she will live."

"What's going on?" Jane asked, her head shaking as she shifted her attention between Thor and the Allfather.

Odin quickly waved her off, "You shall be made aware of the latest events soon."

Jane drew her head back and slightly fit irritation into her features. She kept her gaze on Thor as he walked away with his father to discuss the plans. Jane lowered her gaze as someone to her right stepped, their heel loud against the smooth surface of the flooring.

A loud, rather masculine voice bellowed, "If you betray Thor…"

Jane lifted her head and saw Sif's blade against a tall, dark-haired, and pale man's throat, a lethal smirk about his lips. "I will kill you," Sif finished.

Recognizing the man from the news, she was blinded with rage. She rushed toward Loki and raised her hand, roughly striking Loki's cold cheek. Narrowing her eyes, she quickly added, "That was for New York."

Loki's head was still angled the direction of her slap, but his features molded into a sickening expression, a wicked smile, eyes widening with enticement.

For a quick moment, his light cerulean and faded emerald hues locked with her dusty, dark oak-tinted gaze. His eyes narrowed when she did not look away in fear. His right eye twitched with what appeared to be irritation. He breathed heavily as his smirk died briefly. The left side of his upper lip rose, his nose following to appropriate disgust.

She saw nothing but contempt in his illegible gaze over hers. Pressing her lips together, she inwardly whined when she realized she could not analyze him like everyone else. Jane wanted nothing more than to see inside the thoughts of the nine realms' worst criminal. He was the most despicable being she'd ever laid eyes on.

Her eyelashes drew closer together as she constricted her eyelids. He frustrated her. And he knew this because his arrogant, distasteful grin ignited with renewed iniquity. She bit back a grunt. Jane would not entertain him one bit. She would not play games with him. She would, from this moment on, ignore his existence.

He must have heard something because his head moved to the side before he spoke, "I like her."

"What have you said to her, brother?" Thor shouted, instantly thrusting himself in front of Jane.

Shoving her eyes to the side, she sighed. Her eyes fixed on the back of his golden-light hair. A part of her was happy to see him, but the majority of her was a melting pot of confusion, anger, and apprehension. Thor hadn't changed physically. He was still gloriously built. Her heart still raced just at the sight of him.

Her mouth opened slightly, her breath hot. So much unresolved tension between them. She chided herself as she realized that in this moment, she wanted nothing more than to resolve that very tension. Blushing lightly, she looked down. Shoving a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she glanced up to see what was going on.

"I insist you stop recognizing me as such, Thor. There is no kinship between either you or me," Loki mischievously spoke, eyes dancing with danger. Something was an incredibly sinister shift in his features as he looked back at the mortal. "There is nothing more than lost time with us."

Jane's heart slacked. Why had he glanced to her when saying such a thing, she wondered. With his gaze still over her, she raised a brow. "What do you want?" she asked as she moved her head side to side.

His expression darkened. "Oh, mortal, I hunger for a plethora of things for you could not imagine," he perversely retorted.

Jane cringed. Noting her reaction, he chuckled, satisfied. Jane wanted to kick him.

Thor grabbed his right shoulder, his elbow resting against Loki's left shoulder. He shoved the Jotun into a large pillar roughly. Loki winced, though his features still fit a dark smile. "Contain yourself, brother."

Loki choked, "But of course, crowned prince."

Thor peeled himself away from the god of mischief, saddened. He moved to Sif. "Keep him at bay. Should anything happen, do not kill him." His voice implied hidden message that she seemed to clearly understand in accordance with his words, as she nodded.

Jane bit her lip. Was it too late with Thor? Abruptly, threw his arm across Jane's shoulders, inviting her walk at his side. "Allow me to show you to your quarters. You will need to fit the image of Asgard, so our servants shall mend your wounds and select the finest vestments."

Speechless, Jane could only nod. "Okay."

"Excellent. We have much to discuss," Thor elatedly said, admiring her features as his gaze fixed over her.

"Shouldn't you do something with the invasion?" Jane said, her brows pulling down, concerned.

Shaking his head, he smiled. "Sif will gather a force to gather information to bring back to us. We cannot rush into battle without first assessing the enemies and environment."

From behind, Jane heard Loki mutter, "How much she has softened you, brother." She glanced over her shoulder back to the contained god. His eyes were sad, lonely, distant. His twisted, perverse personality was a ploy, Jane deduced.

Jane could tell he hadn't desired anyone to hear him, but she had. She noticed him shift his attention to her, his features hardening—once more unreadable. Hesitantly, she turned around and gaped up at the tall god of thunder. In response, he also looked at her, smiling warmly.

As Thor looked ahead of them, Jane snuck a peek back at Sif. The goddess of war had been staring at Thor. Upon realizing she'd been caught, Sif quickly looked away, shyly. Jane closed her eyes.

She did not belong here.

To be continued...

Review! (: If anyone has any questions about the plot, please PM me or review it, and I shall write back as soon as I can! I won't be able to update this nearly as frequent as my other story, but I am shooting for once ever four to five days. We'll see. Thanks for reading!