(THE TRYSIUS DIMENSION/EARTH YR 2019)The quiet click of boots on crystal-like floors filled the echoing void as a figure strode down a narrow pathway towards the throne pedestal.

The Trysius Dimension, named after its founder Claudius Trysius, was a world intircately weaved of crystal and precious stones, with winding pathways contructed by magic over the darkest voids.

a crystal sun, throwing every shade of blue and purple across the magically conjured structures, created a mesmerizing sparkle on just about everything.

Evana Talamara Trysius III sat upon her diamond throne, a massive spiky construct that cast rays of light across the suspended throne pedestal. At her back was a void of stars, and all together, the atmosphere only added to the might which she projected.

The first woman strode four feet from the throne, and bent a knee, head drooped in submission. "Queen Trysius." She muttered.

"Commander-" The queen hummed, leaning forward with an elbow on the arm of her chair, chin propped boredly on her clenched fist. "I trust you accomplished your task with little hindrance?"

The commander raised a fist, and two guards dragged their prisoner down the path. As was custom, only those bidden were permitted to walk the crystal pathway to the throne.

Her masked soldiers, personally trained assassins well versed in black magic were supporting an unconscious black clad figure between them.

"I have, your majesty. The Asgardian Knight was not easy to apprehend however. His friends are quite relentless."

The queen boredly grunted and made a flippant motion with her free hand.

"Well, release him."

Never would the guards question their supreme leader, on pain of death; but the confusion on their faces was barely missed by the commander or her queen.

With little care, they threw the prisoner forward, and he hit the marbel pavement with a barely audible thud.

The queen got a quick look at the fabled magician who's power supposedly rivaled her own.

He was tall, well over six feet; and increadibly wiry. He wore a heavy black overcoat with black formfitting metal armor plating beneath it. He had a short black ponytail, probably two inches, and his face was covered by a black toned and featureless full face metal mask.

With a barely audible groan, he worked his still numb limbs under him and managed a position on his hands and knees, steadying the glowing green eyes of his mask on her.

A dry chuckled escaped his lips as he lowered his eyes to the floor and shook his head.

"I always did wonder when you'd notice little ole' me.'

"As you should have, Loki Laufeyson." Evana replied, showing the barest hint of interest.

He murmured under his breath.

"I beg your pardon?" Demanded the queen.

"It's Odinson. You know, for the most powerful witch in the multiverse, I'd expect you to be more informed."

"Watch your tongue, Frost Giant, lest you tempt me to remove it."

"Asguardian." Loki scowled. "I am Loki Odinson of Asguard. I mean, it's literally in the name- The Asgardian Knight." He then scoffed. "It seems you aren't that bright after all."

The queen shot forward, in an instance, her fingers locking around Loki's unprotected throat. She was using her magic to drain his, had been since he was first dragged into the borders of her realm.

On top of it all, she was stronger than him, using magic to fortify her muscles. His gag of surprise graced her ears.

"You will respect me." She speaks dangerously, yanking him forward so she can whisper in his ear. "Not only for your own pathetic sake, but for that of your friends."

Loki gasped for air, prompting her to shove him down in disgust. He sat on one knee, rubbing his throat, coughing air back into his stressed out lungs.

"My- cough -friends?"

"The Avengers." Evana replied, returning to her throne with the grace of a swan. "I can destroy them with the snap of my fingers."

"Is that so?" He gasped in a raspy voice.

"Don't play dumb."

"Very well then. I don't need it spelled out. What do you want from me?"

"Ah finally cooperative." She rose to her feet and paced to an open oart of the platform. Purple magic danced across her finger tips as she waved her hand. An intricately designed tree of Yggdrasil slowly formed in middair, a shimmering violet illusion.

"Recognize it?"

"Of course I do." Loki replied. "The tree of Yggdrasil, connects the nine realms and touches the heavens... what of it?"

"As you know, I have been forbidden from exiting my realm and traversing the nine realms... by your father actually."

"I remember." Loki replied nonchalantly.

"Hmph. Well that is where you come in."

"If you're going to ask me to reverse Odin's magic, then forget it. It is an impossibility, for not even I am that strong."

"You think me a fool?"

"If the shoe fits."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Evana snarled.

"It's a midgardian compliment, my dear. Now if you already know I can't reverse Odin's spell, then what do you want me to do?"

"A powerful artifact appeared in Midgard, something Odin stripped me of. This... heirloom was very precious to me, and is currently guarded in the tomb of a midgardian viking. The tomb was sealed by Odin, and only magic as powerful as mine

..yours... or Odin's can open it. I want you to retrieve what I myself cannot."

Loki guffawed, bursting into bellowing laughter. "You really expect me, magical defender of the nine realms, to retrieve a powerful artifact and return it to an aspiring tyrant? You must be mad!"

Evana watched impatiently until the last of his laughter died away. As he wiped a tear away, she folded her arms.

"I can think of many ways to make your friends suffer. The captain may live out his days in a fantasy, living with his beloved Peggy, only to watch her die in new horrible ways every day. Your brother might find himself in an alien labor camp far far in deep space. The archer and the widow will find themselves in the hands of their worst enemies, and Stark will be stripped of his intelligence, left to rot in some mental assylum. Young Parker will watch his aunt die of a painful cancer, before being struck by it himself... and you will be my slave for all of eternity, forced to watch your friends die one by one.'

Evana watched Loki's steely green gaze harden, fists clenching by his sides.

"Fine." He hissed. "Send me back and I'll retrieve your precious heirloom." He knew he could do nothing to stop her, and while his job was important, his friends were more so. Even if it doomed the nine realms, he'd defend them.

"Back you will go, but by your present day, the heirloom is lost... stolen by a man who will destroy the universe with it. You must go back to a time in which it still rests in the tomb of the viking to prevent this from happening."

"Oh so now you're the goodguy?" Loki demanded sharply.

"No. I merely wish to remain living, and the man who has this artifact... will kill us all. Now are there any questions before I send you back?"

"Oh yes... back..." Loki was startled. "To When exactly are you sending me?"

This earned an eyeroll from the queen.

"Do not fail me." Evana replied, ignoring his queary. "For the fate of your friends and the universe depends on it."

"When! Answer me darn it! Whe- AHHH!" As a purple portal opened beneath him, he dropped through.

(AVENGERS TOWER: MAY 9, 2014)

Two years ago, a mad god had wrought havoc upon the face of the earth, causing the strongest heroes to unify.

Trials had come and gone like the tides of time, but through it all, the Avengers had perservered. After his imprisonment on Asgard, no one had heard of Loki; and that was totally fine with them.

However, time was a fickle thing, prone to manipulation by otherworldly powers, prone to alteration by those who care little for the constraints of formality and wisdom.

After a hard and tedious day, the Avengers looked forward to some down time. Usually it consisted of pizza and quiet chattering late into the night until one by one, they dropped off to sleep or went to bed.

Tonight though, things would be different. As they sat around a table, munching silently on pizza (Tony preferred his Shawarma), none expected a sudden roar behind them.

All turned to see a seething purple vortex floating above the living room floor, and with a poof, a figure was deposited.

Quick reaction times were key to effeciency, and thus as the portal vanished, she masked figure rose to a familiar sight...

Every Avenger's weapon aimed right at his face.

"Oh hogcrap."

Okay, so I seriously love the idea of Loki the Avenger going back in time to a point where he was still hated.

So hopefully this turns out really well. If you all have any thoughts, comments, or suggestions, I love to hear from you, so drop a review.

-Darkwolf (now Evelyn)