Loki starred at the blue shimmering cube right in front of him, a tiny light slowly pulsating in its depths. It was mesmerizing to look at, nearly hypnotic, binding his gaze to the core. Just for a second Loki let himself drift off, being bound by the beauty of the glowing vanes, shifting through a sea of pure magic.
And as though it was planned out. As though destiny had played right into his hands, leading the strings of time just to this moment… When he grabbed the Tesseract, waging the cold crystal in his hand, all the while building up a clear picture in his mind of where he wanted to go, none of the Avengers did so much as glance in his direction when he descended into the portal building up behind him. Just like that.

Once the wild swirl of darkness and flashes had faded and the feeling of tumbling through space devolved into the sturdy ground gently pressing against Lokis feet, he startled, put off by his surroundings.

This wasn't at all where he had intended to go. This place looked lifeless, lost and abandoned by everything but dead, stone cold rocks. Deep clouds hung over the sky and the only star slightly visible through the atmosphere of the planet – a huge black circle hanging over the horizon – was almost entirely covered by another celestial body. Only an insignificant amount of light made it over the edge of the star and immerged everything into a dim white shimmer. Midgardians might have described it as a never ending Eclipse. Loki looked to his hands, still holding the tesseract, still bound in chains. Under usual circumstances he would have given an annoyed groan, but the hard metal gag enclosing his mouth made it impossible to produce even the slightest of sounds. An icy wind strove through his hair and made his coat sway. He rose his gaze back to the stone wasteland. No, this wasn't Jotunheim. It wasn't even Asgard. This was just nothing.

Designated he started walking. There was a knife in his pocket, if he could reach it then he might be able to free himself of the chains and Heimdall knew what was waiting for him on this planet. He tried to reach the knife, but with the tesseract still in his hands it turned out to be more difficult than usual to get the weapon since he didn't want to loose it. While he was working it out, he thought about any possible reason the stone would have brought him here, but nothing would come to mind. Nothing useful at least. If Thanos was here, he would have showed himself by now. Loki tried not to think about the things he would do to him once he found out what had happened on earth. On the other hand he was sure Thanos already knew. Loki hadn't decided yet whether the best tactic was to play hide and seek or to go and talk to him, even though he could surely find a way to convince Thanos that this was all just another step towards his plan, since they now knew the exact people they had to kill to leave the earth unprotected. He was the god of mischief after all.

By now he had managed to get the knife out of his pocket and into his right hand, which meant he had to hold the tesseract just with his left one now. Slowly he began to work on the locking mechanism, trying not to cut himself. Once he had a picture in his mind of how it functioned, he would be able to use magic to click the it into its place. A picture began forming in his mind of how it was built and he concentrated on the little metal parts he could feel in the middle.

Mother had taught him how to do it. Shift objects into their place. They used to practice on leaves. Every time one would fall off a tree Loki would try to make it float right into his hand. Of course a lock wasn't a leave, and shifting it into its place was far more complicated than catching something out of the air, but his mother had taught him well as he realized when it finally sprung open.
The chains fell off at once and Loki circled his hands a few times, enjoying the freedom. He hid the tesseract in the open air, always with him, though invisible to the eyes.

His gaze wondered to the sky. There were no stars visible, but he imagined Freya being on one of them, worried about Thor. A bitter taste spread in his mouth and his eyes narrowed. Agitated, he started walking towards wherever his feet would bring him.

„Why?", he thought, „Why did you lie to me?"
He couldn't help but think of all the times he had been with them. All the happy memories were lies. Nothing had ever been real. His hands clutched into fists and he could feel the cold rising in his body. Just another reminder that he had never been a part of this family. Not even of Asgard. His fingertips turned blue and he sensed the anger building up inside. A feeling he would suppress whenever people were around. But there was no one around this time and Heimdall could not see him.

His steps got faster and the blue colour crept up his arms and legs to his torso. He had to get rid of this metal gag over his mouth. It was as though he couldn't breath and all the frustration and rage of the last few weeks came crushing down on him like a wild storm of lightning and thunder. He had lost New York, he had lost his only chance to win back his right to a crown. He had lost against his brother, again.
Lokis true form was fully visible by now and he was running trough the wasteland.
He was nothing. He had nothing and all life had ever given him was humiliation and pain. He let the metal gag freeze over and brought his hands to its closing mechanism. He was sick of this life. Sick of this universe and its pitiable creatures who would never be able to understand him. To understand true power. No! What they didn't know, they'd fear and offend. Exile it to the very furthest edge of the universe or lock it into a cage, hoping it would never see the light of day again.
But in truth, they all had their own monsters, locked away in a cage inside their head. And instead of embracing whom they really were, they hid it away, afraid of themselves.

The lock wouldn't open and he busted the gag apart, leaving his cheek bloody with cuts of the sharp edges. The metal hadn't been able to take anymore of the cold Loki so aggressively had enforced on it.
He stopped his run and screamed in agony, letting out all of the pain that had built up inside him.

Suddenly there was a sound as though the planet would burst and a black hole built up in the sky just over a far off mountain. It looked much like the portal that would built up whenever one used the tesseract to travel through space, only much bigger. Loki paused just long enough for him to see a white light flash up, blinding him and then, darkness.

So, this is the first chapter. I'm not entirely sure where to take this thing, but I just had to write this off my soul after watching Endgame. Having Loki (and soon Natasha) alive makes me feel a lot better after this movie... ^^

Please leave some feedback if you like it and I will try to post more soon. (Also I'm German, so please excuse any words or phrases that don't make sense, I'll correct them if you write me ;-) )

Next chapter will be up soon =)