Note: This is a crossover between Hunger Games, Avengers, X-Men, Harry Potter and Fantastic Four. Rated T for character death(s).

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters that you will recognize in this whole story. Only the plot.

Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic 4, Harry Potter and HG cross-over. Loki was curious as to know which of the Avengers would win if they were in the Hunger Games. He had planned to put the Avengers – and ONLY the Avengers – in the arena but things completely went out of hand when he met Tom Riddle...

The moment Thor had set foot on Asgard; every Asgardian who saw him cheered and congratulated him. They treated his excursion to Midgard as another quest job well done.

Their eyes landed on the tesseract that was encased in a weird-looking capsule and they backed away, but only for a moment. They were excited to know what happened, eager to know the story of how he once again defeated his opponents.

That was, until, they caught sight of his younger brother in tow. His head was down but they could see the hollow bags under his eyes, darting around to look at them menacingly, coldly. And where his mouth should have been was now replaced by a metal muzzle.

Everyone looked confused as they looked between Thor's grim expression and Loki's smug one, and it was obvious in their eyes that they were asking the same things; where have Loki gone too? Wasn't he dead? What mischief has he done now?

And they would move on to mock the younger prince, when they saw that he wasn't going to harm them. 'Look at that, Silvertongue, caged and captured for good!' they would say to their companions. And their companion would agree, 'Finally, Odin can see how much of a nuisance his son's lies can be. I hope they imprison him for good.'

It was hard for Thor not to smash their heads right there and then.

They arrived at the throne room. Odin sat up and the first thing he did was pull Thor into a warm embrace. Loki's heart clenched as he watched them exchange a few words, as if he was nonexistent, as if all of these were completely normal.

He tried to look away from them, tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. When Odin had finally noticed him, he embraced him - but not as warm as he embraced Thor, he realized.

But that was nothing compared to what his foster father did next.

Instead of asking Loki what happened to him, he looked up to his biological son and commanded him to explain what had happened. Loki closed his eyes and tried to restrain from crying and thrashing around and shouting at his foster father as Thor explained things in his own perspective. Needles poked at the edges of his heart, forcing him to make a sound, demanding pain to be felt.

Thor told his story very differently from how Loki saw it, but he could do nothing but glare daggers at him. It pained the younger prince to know – to be reminded – that everyone would always listen to what the golden son had to say, that whatever he said would be useless and would not help his case.

Whatever he would say afterwards, no matter how true, the Asgardians would now think, 'That's not what Thor said.' And it would be acquainted with thoughts and rumours like, 'Loki's lying. He always has been.'

Loki could see how this would end. It was crystal clear, and he was certain everyone had the same prediction.

But his fate was not certain. No, he refused to believe so.

Everyone could see how this would end, but not unless Loki did something about it.

When everything was dealt with, Odin announced that there will be a grand feast for Thor's heroic deeds in Midgard, and a council for Loki's murders afterwards. When the feast had ended, Thor was too drunk to come and protect his younger brother from the elders and Loki had a bitter feeling that that was Odin's plans all along.

Loki's council began.

He stood in the middle of the room and Odin was in front of him, sitting on his throne, disappointment in his eyes. The elders were in a circle around him, looking at him glumly. The muzzle was kept intact in his mouth, so as to avoid his silver tongue being loose, but the chains in his hands were gone.

How just of them, he thought as he glared around the room, making everyone uneasy and breaking eye contact with anyone who was looking at him. His mind raced with schemes of how to escape as more and more people filed inside the room and stood on the corners, watching him intently.

Candles were lit at the edges of the room, creating a dark, gloomy atmosphere – a symbolism directed to Loki, to show him that his future will be as bright afterwards.

The council discussed his punishment. Many he had thought as ridiculous, a few made him cringe. But the word of Odin was the most powerful, and he said, "He will be taken away of his sorcery so as not to cause any more trouble but Prince and citizen of Asgard he still will be. And, most of all… he will still be my son."

He breathed out through his nose and rolled his eyes. Anger boiled inside him and he wanted to thrash around and scream for thinking he'd want to be his son rather than have his sorcery.

It was the only thing he has, other than his brains - which the whole of Asgard does not bother to realize at all. Knowledge about the universe and beyond was nothing to them. Centuries ago, he had accepted the fact that he was an outcast for not being as burly and strong as his brother – or anyone else, for that matter – but it was because he knew that he, at least, had sorcery that no one else can compete with.

"But, my King," one elder objected.

Loki's heart skipped a bit and he dared to hope. He was willing to accept any other punishment, just not to put his sorcery on the line.

"Surely we cannot have that muzzle in his mouth for so long? Perhaps… we should give him a punishment that will – as the Midgardians say it – 'hit two birds in one stone'?"

"What are you suggesting?" Odin asked, impatient to get this over with quickly.

"Sew his lips with a thread that will cut all his powers of sorcery. By doing so, he would also remain silent."

Another elder added, "The silvertongued liar – being cut off his tongue and sorcery?" He nodded as he considered it more, "He would be harmless should that happen."

"And the pain of having one's lips sewn will teach him a lesson he shall never forget."

"Make Thor sew his lips!"

Murmurs of agreements echoed through the halls. Loki's eyes widened, his breathing turned uneven, the room around him became a blur as images of the cruelty suggested upon him danced in his mind, but he willed himself to remain calm.

Odin stared at Loki for a long time, his face unreadable, and Loki looked back, betrayal and fear reflected in his shining green eyes.

He felt something stuck on his throat, and he swallowed. Father, please.

"Very well, then," Odin said slowly.

No. Please, father, no! He tried to scream, but can't. He could almost feel a needle being poked through his lips. The muzzle – which he didn't mind before – now felt uncomfortable, as if it was determined to suck every breath Loki took.

"Thor will be left out of this. Summon five dwarves from Svartalfheim*. Tell them the All-Father commands for their presence." Odin ordered, and a guard bowed down and left.

A terrible pleading sound escaped the muzzle. Loki felt like ice had just landed on his stomach, and he felt a shiver climb up his spine. His eyes travelled around the room, looking for an escape, away from these people who hate him so much. He saw the door, about to close right after the guard left.

He ran for it.

He could hear the guards exclaim in shock and scuttling to run after him. He dashed blindly, turning at every corner. He could feel tears travelling down his cheeks, and he almost choked at his own breath as he gulped for air through his nose.

How could they be so cruel?

A voice inside of him replied, when have they ever been kind in the first place?

LLLL

Loki continued walking through the palace as he scratched on the muzzle, itching to get it off.

Footsteps were heard on one corner, and he turned to flee to the other side. A couple of twists and turns later, he found himself on the weapons vault. He softened his footsteps and calmed himself down as the footsteps went farther and farther, until he can hear it no longer.

Suddenly, he saw movement from the corner of his right eye.

He hid behind one of the pillars. He saw a silhouette of a man, definitely not a guard for he was not wearing the helm, reaching for the tesseract – which was still contained in the gold time capsule - , his hands inches away from the cube.

The intruder didn't see him. Acting completely on instinct, Loki tried to move the tesseract away from him using his powers. He waved his right hand to the left and the cube tumbled to floor. As if sensing him, the intruder locked eyes with him.

Loki looked at him. He was too tall to be a dwarf, to lean and small to be a Jotun, and his skin was peach… Human, but he saw a hint of metal on the left side of his face before a blinding light approached him fast. He ducked to the right, the floor clanging loudly as he landed stomach-first on the floor.

They both heard footsteps coming down the stairs and the shout of guards.

The intruder ran towards the tesseract.

No. He can't have it.

Loki stretched his left arm in front of him and willed the tesseract to come towards him. The intruders' hands were about to grab the cube when it came flying towards the prince's direction. He grabbed the object coming towards him, his hands gripping the capsule's sides. He accidentally twisted one of his wrists. The cube glowed more. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what he's done. No.

The guards came at that moment and it took them a moment to completely absorb the scenery in front of them.

The younger prince on the floor, hands on the tesseract.

Loki looked up at them, shock in his eyes. Before they could do anything, the prince slowly evaporated, taking the cube with him.

LLLLL

"Loki took the tesseract?" Odin questioned the guards.

Fandral smirked at the corner darkly. "I knew Loki was nothing but-"

Thor was in front of him within a moment; hammer poised to break his pretty face. Thor snarled at his cowering friend, "Don't you dare talk about my brother in that way!"

Odin stopped him, "I may not have been there to see it for myself, but I know Loki. He had held the tesseract once, Fandral, and had known of its unlimited power but the only reason he had touched it before was because of his dark ambitious madness powered by feeling of jealousy, betrayal and hatred, all of which I should remind you would not have existed if all of us had loved and trusted him as much as we did Thor."

Thor straightened his clothing and straightened up, huffing at Fandral and raising his head high as he did.

"So who could it be then?" asked Sif curiously.

"And where have my brother gone to?" Thor demanded. He was clearly upset, partially because he was not there to protect his younger brother from an unknown force.

Odin shook his head, "I do not know."

LLLLL

Loki tried to let go of the tesseract, to try and stop all this madness, but the cube did not budge away from his hands. He felt himself absorb its power, burning him in a painful yet blissful way.

He felt his body spinning, his eyes catching a glimpse of stars and nebulas rushing towards him.

He felt like he was tumbling down, being sucked away by gravity. He felt dizzy as the stars danced around him in a fast pace. He closed his eyes, regretting that he had done this.

There was hazy mist around him, a flurry of quick movements around him, echoes of quick-paced conversations in his ears.

He felt tingles from his fingertips run to his arms, moving down to his torso all the way to his toe fingers, leaving a burning sensation. Then it will move up to his spine, to his cheeks all the way to his scalp. His nerves were a bundle of pleasure and pain and his head began to ache at all the motions around him. The power he was absorbing from the cube was too much.

Then, it stopped.

He stopped falling down. The ground stopped sucking him. The echoes of different voices were gone and he could hear nothing but deafening silence. He noticed was lying flat on the floor; feeling very much like when the Hulk had just shook him merciless and looked a lot like it. Only this time, there was a glowing cube inside a time capsule on his hands.

The hazy mist around him evaporated slowly, and he was suddenly aware of his surroundings. His head snapped back to consciousness and he looked around.

Questions ran through his mind and the moment he thought of them, he suddenly found an answer. He frowned at his brain's newfound knowledge. Then he stopped short, and looked down at the glowing cube in front of him.

Not only does the tesseract give a person unlimited power. It could also give a person unlimited knowledge.

Loki found out that he was in Midgard - in a place called Panem. How he landed here out of all the places the tesseract could transport him to, he didn't know. It might have been related to the fact that he thought of Midgard when he saw the intruder. But this was Midgard, a hundred and thirty-five years after his fight with the Avengers.

Apparently, the tesseract can also travel through space-time.

He was standing in the middle of a busy city street and people from all possible directions hustled and walked hurriedly, oblivious to the prince who was still wearing his Asgardian clothes.

The Midgardians in this day were weird-looking – from the way they looked to the way they dressed to the way they talked – so very different from the way Loki remembered them to look like. It was more weird-looking than a suit made of iron, and that was saying something. He smirked at that. Oh how he missed his companions.

Companions that, he realized, were already dead in this time.

He looked around, glad that he was invisible. Every time a question arises, the cube will answer, as if he'd known it all along. After hours of studying this new look of Midgard, he was starting to get bored.

Suddenly, the huge rectangular screen in the middle of the city came to life, catching the attention of every citizen. Curious, he stood up and watched the screen as well. The screen was divided into 3. At the sides, it showed faces of frightened younglings – tributes, the cube corrected - , which he realized were circled around the strange-looking metal horn -The Cornucopia. And in the middle, the screen showed a countdown.

When the countdown was finished, the young teenagers started running. He was about to will the tesseract to tell him what was happening, when he saw it.

A boy grabbed a knife and sliced it through the closest person to him, fright and determination in his eyes. A few more gruesome scenes happened. And to the Asgardian's surprise, the citizens around him were cheering.

Loki watched with mixed feelings. It was a bloodbath.

Before he could ask why, the tesseract gave him knowledge about Panem's history and more specifically; the Hunger Games.

He wondered – or more specifically, the cube made him wonder - who would win if the Avengers were to fight to the death in the arena? He revelled at the question and tried to imagine. Mischief crept slowly into his skin. He smiled darkly as the tesseract glowed brighter in his hands. He will make them pay.

A/N: The tesseract's behaviour in this fanfic is quite extraordinary, I know, but there is a reason to it. My only knowledge about the tesseract is from the movies.

Remember that part in the movie Avengers where Loki asked Erik Selvig and Barton what the tesseract showed them? Erik said that the cube showed him knowledge, and that's how Loki knew the history of Panem right away. I figured the cube can give you unlimited knowledge.

As for the sudden transportation to Midgard, of all places, remember the part when The Red Skull held the tesseract in his hands and he suddenly evaporated in the movie Captain America? Not to mention that Thor also used the tesseract as a transportation mode in the movie Avengers. So I figured that the tesseract works at your will, and since Loki thought the intruder was from Earth, he was transported there.

There was also a headcanon saying that the tesseract can think on its own. Remember that part in the movie Avengers where all the Avengers were arguing in the Helicarrier and we saw a close-up on Loki's sceptre glowing? Well, there was a headcanon saying that the tesseract attracts/increases negativity. They're headcanons, mind you, and I'm sticking to those.

Svartalfheim* - The domain of the dark elves. According to Norse mythology, Loki's lips were sewn by elves, but I'm not sure if it's the light elves from Alfheim or the dark elves of Svartalfheim. Either way, it's the elves.

So that's that! Please review. :)