Here it is: my promised crossover:) This will probably be, at first, more Thor than Avengers. Hopefully the rest of that heroic team will show up soon enough.

I watched the Thor and Avengers movies for the first time about a week ago, and fell in love with Loki almost instantly. A crossover between these two fandoms seemed quite logical for me to write, since Tolkien based much of his personal mythology on Norse myths, as did C.S. Lewis, another author that I admire. This story was originally intended to be humorous, but instead turned out to have many potential feels, so it will be a little more angsty, and 'feely' than Life of Legolas(if that makes any sense). I hope that it won't be devoid of humour, though! Please review! I love reviews;)

Chapter One: Elven Prince

"Be wary, your highness. Although these woods are now far safer now than in years past, danger can still lurk in the shadows."

"There is no need for your warnings, Captain," smirked the prince of Mirkwood. "All this I know- although this 'danger' lacks to hold any great fear for me, for, indeed, why would but two of us venture so far from the palace in order to complete a task more suited for a larger party?"

The long-suffering Captain of the Royal Mirkwood Guard, Tauriel, shook her head. "While there is no need for a larger party, it would be folly to show excessive pride, risking one's life in a show of bravado. I don't want you getting hurt again."

The prince shrugged. "It must not have hurt too badly, for I cannot even remember that incident."

"You cannot remember because you lost your memory. If you hurt yourself that badly again upon my watch, your father will murder me."

"Something else will murder you first, more like. Look behind you."

Startled, Tauriel whirled about. At first, she saw nothing. Then, she saw a spider- a spider transfixed by a dagger, lying dead upon the forest floor, the branch where it had lately been resting still quivering from its fall.

"Still worried about me, my friend?"

Tauriel attempted to hide her shock, tossing her hair in a sign of friendly contempt. "Yes- but less."

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Hours later, the two warriors returned to the palace of Eryn Lasgalen. The guards dipped their heads in respect as the two spider- hunters strode through the gates, heading towards the throne room.

They entered that grand hall. Though they both had been in this room countless times, they still looked about in awe, for awesome was the hall of the Elvenking. As they drew nearer to the throne, however, their eyes became glued to the floor. They bowed before the throne, all the while counting cracks in the floor's shiny finish.

"How was the patrol today? Uneventful?" asked the melodious voice of the Elvenking of Eryn Lasgalen.

Tauriel nodded, eyes determinedly fixed upon the floor. "Mainly, my lord. We encountered but one spider, and that was slain by your son."

The Elvenking, examining his fingernails, smiled indulgently. "Good for him. You are dismissed, Captain."

Tauriel nodded gravely, then turned and left the throne room, leaving the prince alone with the king.

"Come here, my son."

The prince looked upward, green(?) eyes meeting blue. "Yes, Ada," he said. He arose, drawing nearer to throne.

"I'm proud of you, Loki," said Thranduil. "To think that just a few years ago, you were but a crumpled heap upon the forest floor. And now look at you! Drawing daggers, slaying spiders... it seems that there is almost nothing that you cannot do!"

"Yet I cannot recall anything prior to that incident, Father," said Loki, a rueful expression upon his face. "All of those years lost. I fear that they will never be recovered."

"But they are not lost to me, son," protested Thranduil. "Whatever you wish to know about your past is yours. All you need to do is ask, and I will tell you whatever you wish to hear."

"Thank you, Ada. Yet, being told about an event is not the same as actually experiencing it."

"I know," replied the king, a faraway tone to his voice. Then, his face brightened. "I do, however, have some gladsome tidings. Your elder brother, who has dwelt in Ilithien for far too long, is coming to visit! I am most excited about this, as it will be the first time that you have seen him since your... accident."

"Brother."

"Yes," said Thranduil, slightly confused. "I have told you about him, have I not? Of course I have. You know about Legolas, that incorrigible son of mine. I'm sure that you- Loki? Where are you going? Come back- Loki!"

Oblivious to the king's command, the prince of Mirkwood continued to walk away from the throne, away from the throne room, away from his father. Before Loki was completely out of earshot, however, the Elvenking heard two whispered words: "Not again."

Quote of the day: (Loki) "So, will you be bowing to me now, or later? I'll also accept a simple thank you, then bowing." (Marvel's Avengers Assemble: Season One: Episode 10: Doomstroyer)