Author's Note: First fanficion for me, ever. ^^ Hopefully you guys like it. Leaving reviews may make me more inclined to continue. Future chapters of this will be probably be a bit shorter.

Edit: I've revised this chapter a bit since it had been first released to fix the errors with the help of my beta, TruffleHead. ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers.

"I am a god, you dull creature, and I shall not be bullied!" A young man screamed at a large green hunched over humanoid creature. The bulky figure seemed to stop for a second as if it was listening, but the pause was short, lastly only a few seconds. The green creature didn't seem to be one much at all for patience… nor thinking in general. A large and muscled green hand latched onto the young man's leg. The arm swung rapidly, beating the god on the floor repeatedly, side to side. The man couldn't help but let out a few yelps as his body met the hard floor over and over. The green monstrous creature seemed to get distracted by something outside of the light coloured building because it released the young man with one final strong blow flinging him to the ground.

The man seemed to be frozen in place in the body shaped indent now imbedded in the floor. A few pitiful whimpers hummed from his throat. He was sprawled out on the ground; one of his arms was bent at an odd angle and the slightest bit of blood dribbled from his mouth. The hulk lumbered out, Loki assumed that the feral green beast though he had utterly defeated his foe.

Being as stubborn as he was, Loki attempted to stand up. His breaths were haggard and uneven, he struggled with each one. Moving the slightest brought waves of unyielding pain throughout the god's body. He couldn't help but give a short sob from the pain. He managed to lift himself upward using his unbroken arm, though it was slowly done; Loki was clever enough to know that he could quite easily damage himself more if he rushed.

He managed to drag himself onto one knee before falling to the ground once again in a heap of searing agony. Instead of attempting to get up again, he rested his body on the cold manmade floor and listened. He could still hear the commotion outside; the horrible high pitched squeals of humans, multiple loud, piercing gunshots and the rumble of collapsing buildings. And insane smile slowly stretched stretch across the Asgardian's blood coated face.

A short deranged laugh managed to escape Loki's mouth until it expanded into a loud fit of crazed laughing. Every laugh pained his bruised and possibly broken ribs but he was beyond that at this point. He has lost! An army of ruthless Chitauri being slain by a simple party of seven and even a god was humiliated by the brute force of a green, bumbling beast.

Loki's laugh continued until it faded into pained wheezing. He underestimated the Midgardians and their allies. It was a shame really; that time and planning, all wasted. Loki's fit of giggling was interrupted as the limp body of a reptilian creature flew through the already broken window and hit the ground hard, making no movement to get up. It's head just lolled to the side. His wave of insanity faded as he listened to the decreased noise. The sound of new wounds being ripped through buildings or the squeals of death from both human and Chitauri alike had faded. The battle was done. He had lost.

The thought of losing wasn't torturing Loki much at all- it was the cold shiver of fear that ran through his body as he recalled the threats given to him if he had lost. His madness and pleasure from the pure lawlessness was gone, and in it's wake was a desperate struggle to find some sort of way to escape the justice of the Other, the Midgardians and the Asgardians. Actual fear started to bubble up in his chest as he came to realization; there was no escape.

Heavy angry footsteps broke Loki from his thoughts. He gave a glance upward to see seven faces all coated with many negative expressions. Trying to distract the dread rising up in his chest, Loki spoke making sure his voice had none of his true feelings laced within them, "If it's all the same to you, I'll take that drink now." The statement got nothing but multiple glares, void of anything resembling humor. Loki gave a charming smile as he watched the movements of each of the Avengers that stood around him. They all had some sort of weapon ready to use. Loki didn't move an inch from where he laid until a furious demand barreled out from one of the Avengers mouth's.

"Stand up." The one known as Iron Man snarled. He had none of the humor he had once held in his tone and being at their mercy, Loki had to oblige. He was still just as wounded as before from the green brute, however, so such a seemingly simple task as 'standing up' may have been more difficult than the Man of Iron thought.

He used his undamaged arm to push himself upward at a slow but yet ever so painful pace. Loki attempted to keep his face clear from the pain, and being a talented liar, he actually managed to keep most of it out of his expression. But the grunts and quiet whimpers of agony wouldn't be silenced.

Once he was on his feet he was grabbed by his idiotic brute of a brother and his hands were tied together in a matter of seconds. Thor's grip was tight as he held his much slimmer younger brother, and Loki could help but hiss a curse as the brute pressed against his damaged ribs. One of the foolish mortals must have thought Loki's swear was some sort of spell because a gag was forced into his mouth silencing his silver tongue.

The group of Avengers dragged Loki off to what Loki assumed what was their base of operations automatically. They replaced the shoddy rag preventing Loki from speaking with a much more durable metal one. This one stopped Loki from making even the slightest noise. A small amount of metal covered with some sort of fabric pressed Loki's tongue to the bottom of his mouth in his mouth guard stopping his tongue more from moving at all, let alone forming clever words. He still was able to give dirty looks but they were not in the lease successful, Loki new for a fact he looked pitiful. Along with his rulership, they were robbing him of his pride.

His new surroundings were not that notable, he was in a glass room. There were mortals outside of the room watching his every move, every time Loki even shifted into a different sitting position it caused them to move around writing things down like frenzied ants. Loki paid them no mind; his thoughts were stuck on more pressing matters- for example, the punishment that would be given to him. Loki was getting inpatient at this point; it had been around at least five days from since the battle had ended, and none of the decisions made by either the humans or the Avengers had reached his ears. He was stuck in this horrible dull place being watched by multiple mortals like a caged beast; without even a visitor or a conversation.

It bored him so much it made his head ache, but Loki had no brilliant ideas at the time of how he could escape or even relieve himself of the deafening silence and mind numbing boredom. If he was at his full strength; maybe at the height of fitness that he had once had as an Asgardian prince he would beable to escape with ease. This wasn't the current case, not even remotely. He was in the process of healing at the time from the hulk inflected injuries and had really no drive to go and face the Chitauri at this time. Simply waiting would be the best course of action, but it didn't stop Loki from being bored and fidgety.

Loki was sprawled out on the ground, curled up in a ball and seemingly asleep to his Midgardian spectators. A man woke him up with a rude kick to the side and his eye's shot open at the impact. Loki managed to prop himself onto his knees to look up at his assailant without much difficulty, even though his hands were still bound. If his mouth hadn't been clamped shut by his mouth guard he would have been spitting out multiple insults but atlas, he was unable to speak, so he settled with an unsuccessful death glare.

It didn't take but a glance for Loki to recognize his assailant. It was Nick Fury. The man spoke in a harsh tone, his words dripping with loathing. "Follow me." Loki obliged, mobility was easy for him at this point, and his ribs were no longer in their pained state due to his godly healing rate. The only reminder of the brute's beating he has gotten was the stiffness in his formally broken arm. Loki kept his pace slow as he walked through the hall, ignoring the watching Midguardians. He walked slow testing the guards following behind him, but in exchange he received several prods in the back with items with Loki assumed were the midguardian's long distance weapons. He increased his pace to match Fury's at this point, not wanting to inflict more pain upon himself.

No words were exchanged during the movement through the halls; the guards and Fury were both stoic and Loki was unable to speak. It frustrated him but, he managed it even thought he wanted nothing more to retaliate against the morals surrounding. He knew it was futile, he was out numbered and his magic was bound by his forced silence.

Loki was transported by a Midgardian machine of transportation. The 'car' as the mortals called it was horribly bumpy but the uncomfortable ride was swift. Loki was flanked by both Fury and the mass of guards accompanying them as he and the mortals moved from the car in a formation. The mortals continued their formation in order to lead Loki to an area outside. The Guards cleared a path in front of him after a few steps away from the midguardian transportation. Loki scowled at what he saw. It was his brother along with his allies, the Avengers. What caught his eye most of all was the shimmering blue of the Tesseract clutched in his hand.

He kept walking toward his brother due to the brutish encouragement from the guards standing behind him. As he neared him, the blonde's face didn't change but Loki could even hear the slightest bit of happiness in his brother's tone.

"Brother, we shall return to Asgard together!"

Loki kept his expression the same but he automatically assumed that Thor's words meant that he would be receiving his punishment in Asgard rather than from the mortals. It wasn't anything to be desired and, knowing his brother, Loki thought that Thor was naïve enough to think everything would revert back to be much like before Thor's brief banishment and Loki's fall. And that Loki would return to once again, to being the shadow of the great Thor Odinson. It was a shame he was muzzled, for if he hadn't been, the snide and angry words he were sheltering could be let loose in Thor's direction. The other Avengers glared at Loki as he passed. He then stood in place with his brother, Thor held out the Tesseract to Loki. Loki, seeing no choice, reached his cuffed hands upwards in order to touch it.

The weightlessness of traveling through worlds began. It only lasted a few seconds before the twosome were transported to the remains of the Bifrost. The area was still tended to but it had a certain look of decay to it, pieces of the once great bridge between worlds were shattered along the ground, looking like the mortal substance called glass.

Thor started the swift walk to the palace by dragged Loki along with a firm hold on his arm. Thor's grip was tight, as if he was holding a slippery eel. He wasn't taking any chances with Loki-that was one of the observations Loki made about his brother. He also noticed Thor wouldn't slow his tongue. He kept speaking to Loki about how much the other Asgardians, along with Odin, missed him and how once again they would be at peace as brothers. Loki blocked him out pretty quickly; Thor was either guarding his tongue to not tell Loki of his impending punishment or Thor wasn't thinking properly, drunk off memories of kinship.

Loki started to think of ways he could escape, how he could leave Asgard once again, but no useful ideas came to his mind. The ones he thought of were foolish and implausible. Loki paled. He would have to face the Allfather.

They reached the palace sooner than Loki had hoped; he had wished that the travel would take an eternity so he wouldn't have to be standing in front of a throne. As Loki and Thor walked in, Thor kneeled and pushed Loki down so he would too. For a span of time there was silence in the golden hall. The Allfather watched Loki carefully, but Loki didn't meet his eyes. Loki refused to meet the blue eyes of the person he once knew as father because he was afraid of what sort of emotion could lie in them. Anger? Pity? Disgust? Loki didn't know nor did he attempt to learn. He wouldn't let the old man affect his emotions anymore. The grizzled man spoke, his words strong and radiating power.

"Loki Odinson," Loki visually flinched as Odin addressed him as his son. "You are here to pay for your crimes against both Midgard and Asgard." Loki was silent; he was still unable speak still due to the carefully crafted Midgardian mouth guard. Loki started to raise his head; he wanted to see if the expression on the Allfather's face would change as he would Loki his punishment. To see if he would be affected when he spoke the words for his claimed relic's death. To see if he would care. His head was proudly raised upwards; he would not let this man dictate his actions nor his feelings. Not anymore.

The Allfather's attention reverted to the quiet Thor standing footsteps away from him.

"Thor, escort Loki to his cell." With another hand signal with his hand guards flooded in the room. "Please make sure Loki will stay put."

Loki's eyes were wide with a mix of anger and shock. More waiting and more imprisonment. Thor started to drag Loki along. If Loki could have put his silver tongue to action, he would be snarling out hateful phrases and rude sentences with no restraint. All that Loki was able to do at the time was think the venomous thoughts but the expression in his eyes said everything. A small group of guards walked ahead and behind both Thor and Loki. Murderous and angry thoughts were dominant in Loki's head, it beyond frustrated him that he would have to continue with the waiting. He often did have patience with most things but a topic as important and life changing as this one, Loki was impatient. The emotions of fear and defeat only increased with time. The walk from the great hall to where they stopped was very short, which puzzled him. The prison area was in a lower area and not to mention it was quite a distance away.

Thor stopped in front of a large, wooden door that was all too familiar to the green eyed god. Thor opened the door with a quick push and revealed the room in which Loki had lived in for the majority of his life. The door was opened to reveal the room in which Loki had lived for most of his life. Barely anything had changed in the room, but a heavy dust coated every surface. It was undisturbed. The thought of the past managed to make him feel the slightest bit of longing, but he blocked the thought from his head nearly as soon as it had occurred. Now wasn't the time to linger on what had been.

Thor smiled at Loki before moving slowly out the door without a word. A guard closed the door as Thor left and Loki assumed that they continued their vigil outside. Loki gave a muffled angry snort; he still had both his hands bound and his face muzzled. It was even more humiliating that even alone and imprisoned, he continued to be unable to speak.

After a while of silent brooding, Loki's thought's turned to working on a plan. He started pacing around the once familiar room, thinking of various ploys and tricks he could use, but he came up with nothing.

He finally came to the conclusion that he should rest. He neared the bed and was about to sit down on it- but he stopped and stared at the lavish bed. Various emotions started racing through Loki's head as he stared at the large king sized bed. His eyes were glued onto the patterns of green, black and gold as he remembered the past. Of how Frigga calmed him down after bad dreams, of when he and Thor used to have sleepovers even though their rooms were beside each other and many more. Loki snatched a pillow from the giant bed and moved over to another corner of the room right beside one of his bookshelves. He slid down the wall and curled into a tight ball on the chilly marble floor.

Voices were raised in the throne room. Both of them kept a rational tone but they made no restraint to hide in force between their words.

"Father! Loki is your burden as well as mine! Both of us need to aid him in healing his soul sickness!"

"Thor, he is out of control. Nothing can heal that bitterness."

"It is because of us that he has it!"

The shouting continued for hours, but neither of them would yield from their ideals. It was only then when Thor had a new idea when a decision was made.

"I could help him!"

"How? He rejects your assistance."

"He is my brother!"

"He thinks differently."

"That is his soul sickness speaking. He needs people that he can find peace with."

"Where would such people? With the Jotuns?"

"No! He needs to learn from his mistakes from the ones he has wronged!"

"The Midgardians?"

"Exactly, my friends could help him! I learned many things from my Midgardian friends. He could learn just as much!"

Odin seemed fascinated by the idea. The memory of when Thor was banished to Midgard came to mind- how that one event shaped Thor into an ideal ruler, but he didn't think it would affect Loki much at all. As much as it hurt to admit, however, he had no other ideas. Odin started to speak again after his brief consideration of the idea.

"Your friends, the ones that you address as the Avengers, would they accept Loki into their care?"

"Hell, no!" An angry yell flooded the room. It was a large room with seven people sitting around a large table; the outburst came from the man with a faint blue glow coming from his chest. That one outburst sparked multiple branches of conversation in the group; most of which were angry and loud, much to the discomfort to a man with a purple shirt.

"Friends!" A booming voice silenced all of them. Thor continued what he was saying before Tony's interjection. "All Loki needs is some people for guidance. He needs to learn that mortals are actually just like him."

"Pfff! Did he tell you that? It's a lie Thor. He's the god of lying." Tony said in a scathing tone, putting extra emphases on the word lying.

"No friend, he hasn't spoken a words since he had his month enclosed with the metal device. This is my idea."

The Avengers seemed genuinely surprised by that, most of them tried to choose their words carefully at this point.

"Loki is dangerous, Thor, letting him back onto our planet would be sure to cause another mishap," Natasha spoke up, being very careful with her words. She didn't need Thor getting angry, she nor anyone else needed thunderstorms or rain when people were trying to fix the ruined city from Loki's last visit.

"No, this time it would be different. My father has already prepared a device in order to keep his powers from him. He would be much like any other mortal."

The seventh member of the meeting spoke, his words were cold. "And why should we let that wreak back into our city?"

It took Thor a few seconds in order to think up a reason, "Because if he is here serving the Avengers, he has no time, no space or no power in order to compose another plan, Fury."

Fury was about to speak again when Tony interrupted, "Wait what? Serving?" Tony caught a word that confused him. Were they going to have to rehabilitate a lunatic or would they be getting foot rubs from a lunatic?

"Friend, the Allfather wants Loki to learn humility, so, in and exchange for what he had done, he will serve you. I would not propose an offer than only makes my friends unhappy."

Before Tony made a tasteless joke about maid dresses Fury spoke. "So, you practically want a potentially dangerous criminal to serve the team in order to keep him out of trouble?"

Thor answered, "Well yes, but more of the reason is that he needs to be taught-" Thor was cut off by Fury.

"That seems acceptable but if he steps one toe out of line, he will be eradicated."

Thor agreed to his terms as soon as they left Fury's mouth. Another voice spoke up at the table. His tone was cold and had traces of a sneer. "What if he doesn't follow our orders and decides to revert back to his nasty lying self?" Clint's face was angry as he started at Thor.

"He shouldn't act that way, he knows the other options available and he is clever enough to see that this option is much better than the others." At the mention of that a slightly fearful expression crossed Thor's face. The other Avengers didn't question what the other options were but they assumed the worst. "Also the Allfather does have precautions against that are flawless." Many discussions followed but they mostly consisted of the Avengers (Especially Tony) repeating how much they didn't want to be around Loki again. Fury was set on the answer and couldn't be swayed,however. He thought of it as a good idea because when and not if, Loki starts his evil and insane ways again, Fury had the permission to eradicate the tyrant and it would be easily done too, due to the fact Thor implied that they would rob the demi-god of his abilities.

Almost a day after Thor was prepared to return to Asgard in order to tell Loki and his father the good news.

Loki continued his time of solitude in his former room. None of the guards or even Thor came to speak with him and Loki was still silenced by the muzzle decorating his face. It was maddening; Loki yearned to speak once again; it was something he enjoyed doing thoroughly and constantly, and losing it overwhelmed Loki. It wasn't a problem for Loki's nutritional needs though; he was a god and didn't need much food at all; but he felt so insignificant over the past few days. No one acknowledged his existence. He was just another stolen relic, used only when deemed useful.

On the fourth day of his imprisonment in Asgard someone came.

It was Thor, he walking into the room with yet another stupid smile on his face. "Brother, father has decided." Loki assumed by Thor's expression that Thor was either pleased with whatever punishment that was chosen, or fully believed the Allfather to be merciful. Both options caused Loki to scowl under his muzzle. Few guards accompanied Loki and Thor for this travel. The footsteps echoed into the halls and Loki attempted to focus on that rather than his panicked thoughts and accelerating heartbeat.

The pace was fast and in no time at all Loki was kneeling in front of the Allfather once again.

Odin wasted no time and his rumbling voice filled the room, "Loki Odinson, for loss of more than 80 Midgardian lives and the destruction of the Bifrost-" Loki held back a chuckle as the Allfather didn't mention of how he had eliminated many more Jotuns. Of course the great Allfather wouldn't concern himself with such pitiful beasts. "I grant you your punishment." Odin paused and Loki tensed, waiting to learn of his fate.

"You will serve the Midgardians known as the Avengers. Your sentence will last until Thor deems that you have learned from your mistakes. If you do not complete your sentence, you will never return to Asgard nor ever regain your magic."

Loki froze in shock. He was to serve the ones who would much rather see him dead? They would just kill him as soon as they laid eyes upon him! Without his magic he had next to no defense against their attacks. If they were planning to have him die by the hands of another, wouldn't having a public execution be much more convenient? Odin noticed the panic and confusion on Loki's face and let out another bellow, this time with less force. "Thor, remove the mouth guard."

Thor was standing footsteps away from both Odin and Loki, but with a few quick bounds he removed the hateful piece of metal from Loki's mouth. Loki have to force the words from his mouth, the lack of use made the once clear and manipulative words raw and ragged. "They will kill me." Loki's words cracked in places as he formed the words with his dry tongue.

"No Loki, they are bound by oath not to." Odin stood up from his throne and started walking toward the disgraced god. Two items seemed to materialize in Odins hands. One was quite familiar to Loki; it was a collar like object covered in ruins. It was coloured green and gold, as if to add insult to injury. Loki winced as the cold metal like collar was set upon his neck, when touched his flesh Loki could feel himself grow weaker instantly. It absorbed his magic; much like a mighty wolf would devour a lamb. Loki could still feel his magic but much like a valve that has turned off, he couldn't harness it. It was the ultimate woe and insult to befall a magician. Unintentionally Loki shoulders sagged in defeat, but he corrected himself in haste.

He emerald eyes moved to the second object with a mix of curiosity and dread. The object was coloured pure black; it had not even the slightest shine or flaw except for one word glowing with white. Odin placed this object around Loki's neck also. Unlike like the first collar the metal of the object burned Loki's throat and he recoiled from the pain. It's strange and terrible power reached every part of him, filling him with waves upon waves of wild pain. It felt like some sort of strange electricity was traveling through his body. The pain continued as Odin recited varies words of magic, and even through the agony, Loki could tell what it meant easily; it was a binding spell.

As Odin stopped his magic words, the power of the collar ran through Loki at a much stronger strength. He collapsed to the ground, holding back unshed tears. The waves of pain increased in both speed and volume, and it felt as if his very veins were burning with electricity. It hurt countless times more than when that green brute had beaten him against the ground. Loki's breathing was heavy as the torment continued. Odin said something to Thor but Loki's mind was now blank save for a feral desire to rid himself of the pain. His hands were scratching at the collar but as soon as his hands touched it the energy increased in power. At that point Loki started to reach for his throat, desperate to end the agony, but Thor tackled Loki to the ground and stopped the trashing, holding Loki down. Thor reached his hand out to touch the alien object lightly, and the effortless touch of Thor's hand had stopped it all. The torture hadn't faded; it was just gone. The after affects still remained, however, and Loki didn't bother to stand up; his eyes were wide and wild in shock.

Thor seemed to look a little shaken by the collar, but he didn't speak up. It was better for Loki to serve his sentence on Midgard rather than suffer the previously suggested punishment. The thought of that made Thor shudder.

"Thor, pick Loki up so I can send the both of you to Midgard." The Allfather wasted no time. From beside his throne he pulled out the Tesseract. The artifact pulsed with blue light as Odin started to use some of its power. Thor slung the stunned Loki over his shoulder as the both of them were engulfed by blue.