The Doctor watched Loki's features with uneasiness. For all her use, the Tardis was a time machine at her heart, the doctor knew. He also knew that if he let Loki exploit that, there would be no stopping him.

"The day father announced Thor would be king," Loki said, as if the words held a bitter taste in his mouth. He practically spat them to the ground.

"Loki-" The doctor began to say something, to warm Loki against tampering with the past.

"I can't" he lied. "The distortion, going back to such a cataclysmic event would-"

"Would what? Upset the government of Asgard?" Loki accused, his eyes squinting. Loki watched him for signs of betrayal or of lies. Loi was still to weak to get what he wanted, but he would wait and get better. Then in time, there would be nothing to stop him. Least of all sentiment.

"Well, we can try," the Doctor grinned, flipping switches on the Tardis. She hummed to life and he kept peering to Loki over the controls. He felt guilt for his actions, but not as much as he knew he could. He knew a fraction of Loki's potential, but he didn't know how close to reaching it Loki was.

The Doctor hoped to heal Loki, to bring him out of the darkness. He knew that Loki could make a choice, to embrace a different side of himself, to construct a new identity, and his mission was to help Loki heal. If he didn't, he wasn't quite sure he would ever forgive himself.

The Tardis landed with a thud. The Doctor shifted some of the keys uneasily, his mind flashing back to when he'd first meet Loki. When Martha had been wary of him, when he'd disappeared in front of them and explored the Tardis. He never listened to rules, and the Doctor felt as if he had to cheat the young soul.

"Home Sweet, I think-"The Doctor started, smelling the air.

"Let me," Loki waltzed out of the doors, to be rushed with traffic and screaming air.

"Where are we?" he spun back into the Tardis, visibly furious but containing himself easily. He had a handle on his anger too well, and that made the Doctor pause for thought.

The Doctor poked his head out, spotting 2012 London and brought himself back into the Tardis. "Minor mishap, sometimes she doesn't take me where we want to go but where we need to go, but I'm sure we could explore? Be like the old days?" he asked, hoping that Loki would concede and travel with him for a few weeks. Perhaps he would start to heal. But Loki had only one mission in mind: Asgard. And he would do anything to get it at this point. But he was unlike the Doctor, he knew how to make time work for him. Where being patient drove the Doctor insane, Loki had learned how herd time, to use it's advantage.

"Alright," he murmured his response, acting weaker than he was.

"Doctor, thank you" he lied, his voice soft. His smiles hung back and a somber nature filled his tone. He dropped his shoulders. Once he had his strength back, there would be no games, there would be no time wasted, he would be King.

London was uneventful, and the herds of masses and people made him sick to his stomach, though he dare not admit it. He looked at them with envy, for they were the mere mortals Thor favored above him.

"Doing alright Loki?" the Doctor would check in too often, as if a sign that he always had known this would happen.

"Getting back to my normal self," Loki would respond, practiced, eloquent. After they saved London from a fleet of aliens who wanted nothing better than to eat every human, they went back to the Tardis. Loki thought the humans should have died, but he didn't say it. The Doctor interpreted the God's silence as pain.

"You don't have to talk about it," The Doctor commented, as they had suddenly fallen onto the topic of Thor and Asgard. Loki was asking, after just two missions, to go home. Again, he was planting seeds of his plan, and he knew he wouldn't be allowed home, not quite yet. Also, he knew his strength was not enough to do what he desired.

"I just want to be a part of Asgard, please," he begged. "When I was younger, when YOU promised you would come back, I wanted adventure, but now I want my family, well A family" Loki pleaded. "I thought you could make that happen, Doctor" he explained, his words eloquent, each one like a cloaked dagger. The Doctor shut the door slowly, heading back to the console in a reluctant matter.

"Maybe you need to heal first, Loki, give yourself time," The Doctor pointed out, starting the Tardis up again.

"Let's pop down to A Silurian Empire, Fight Dragons-"

Loki's eyes widened at the possibility of adventure and he smiled. A kind smile that had not graced his lips for some time, even if it was pretend.

"Alright" Loki conceded feeling a burning pain behind his eyes. He was still not well, darkness consumed him, but a small part of it was still fighting it. At night reels of images passed in front of him, Thor and his father taunting him. He could hardly wait longer to have control, but patience was well practiced, and he had to extinguish any light part of himself, he had to purge himself of purity before he could realize his true villainous potential. The dark side of him promised that soon there would be not a trace of light left in him.

"Let's see where she takes us!" The Doctor offered, and spun the Tardis keys until they began a descend.

The planet Zorglon 4 consisted solely of aliens who looked eerily like crescent shapes strudels with long tubular snouts. They were a bright green color, and they were known as kind, gentle aliens, unless of course you believed them to be strudel and ate them. This was the introduction the Doctor gave Loki as they docked. They were greeted at the Capital walls, with a luei of guards, each more hideous than the last.

"They're recovering from a great interplanatary war, aren't really that trusting, but they'll roll out the welcome mat for us!" The Doctor assured, tapping his breast, where his psychic paper should have been. In fact, Loki had stolen it days before, fascinated with it's magic, and justifying that the Doctor did not deserve such a gift. That simple trick may have led them to their deaths. The Zorglornians circled around them, much like vultures would their prey. The Doctor searched for his paper frantically, and Loki could see a familiar emotion pass over the Doctor' features. In less than 7 seconds, he would scream RUN and grab Loki's hand, bounding off back towards the Tardis. Probably to be thwarted again. The adventure was all the same for Loki now, like recycled tv show specials. He remembered them in his youth, when they had fascinated him, but now he'd rather work and accomplish his dreams, then sit around wasting time. No doubt too, that the Doctor would deem his visit pointless, and would drag Loki to another, seemingly "amazing" planet, where they would encounter another race of villainous aliens threatened to take over the world. Loki was finding them to be educational, and vowed that he would never fail in such a tacky way. One man could never stop him, Time Lord or not.

"Dear friends," Loki blundered, remembering how good he had been with his words. He constructed a lie so thought out and perfect that the Doctor gaped beside him. He kept his smirk of satisfactory from appearing on his features and seconds later, the city walls were opened to them, and they were greeted with cheers and joy.

"Loki that was-" Loki prepared himself for a compliment on his silver tongue, on his ability to convince nations that he was to be praised.

"That was wrong," The Doctor finished.

"You lie," Loki pointed out.

"Only when-"

"When what? When you have to? Would you rather be dead Doctor?" Loki snarled suddenly.

"No of course not, Thank you Loki," The Doctor responded, albeit, without a trace of sincerity.

Perhaps it was because the Doctor had really seen first hand the intense power Loki possessed, how he could literally move walls with his words, and how in seconds, enemies had become friends.

"Just don't make a habit of it," The Doctor chided, as if to a child. Loki nodded and acted sheepish, when a fire burned behind his eyes, and his mind screamed you are not my father.

"I thought I was helping," Loki pointed out, as they were led into the main hall.

"Yes, thank you, Loki" The Doctor nodded.

Loki knew it was his time to go, not only did the adventures fail to capture him, but he was healed. He was performing at prime ability, and he was able to lie in and out of any situation, he sampled his apparitions as the Doctor talked to the guards, and startled some of the more gullible residents of Zorglon 4. To be successful, all he had to do was convince the Doctor to take him home. Where he would kill Thor before he had a chance to become king, and ruin everything.

"That was fun, wasn't it? Nothing like stopping a intergalactic war on Zlorgon 4, and witnessing the signing of the peace recipes!" The Doctor laughed, as he raced back into the Tardis.

"Yes,"

"What's wrong, Loki?" The Doctor asked, etching the words out slowly, because he knew he didn't want the response.

"I want to go home," Loki pleaded, his voice soft. The Doctor saw it as a warning sign. From someone who could command his voice, create power out of nothing and double himself, fooling the common eye, Loki was not one to admit his mistakes, or to grovel. Never did he ask for anything, he took it. Emotion controlled him, whether be it love and obsession for his family, or hate, vengeance and obsession. The Doctor had always known that Loki didn't ask for things, and it was a bad sign if he did. An act.

"Doctor, please, take me home, before-" Loki dropped his words, enticing curiosity. "I'd rather be home than end up like Rose," he pointed out. The Doctor stopped, still at the console. He pivoted to face Loki slowly.

"What do you think happened to Rose?" he asked, slowly, no attempt to mask his pain.

"Can't be good. She's not here. You don't talk about her, not like you used to. You used to be soft Doctor, helpful."

"I'm still very helpful," The Doctor pointed out. "Did save you from the void of time and space, late albeit but-"

"I didn't ask you to," Loki snapped suddenly.

"Loki-"

"You could have LET ME BE!" he shouted. "TAKE ME HOME, before I end up dead or heartbroken like every other companion," his words were full of malice now.

"Loki, I'm trying to help you," The Doctor chided, as if speaking to a child.

"Why? Because you know?" he accused. His buildup was complete, his process finished. He was ready to say what he'd been thinking since he arrived.

"You thought you could save me? Because you know I'm a monster?" he asked, a tear starting now.

"You're not a monster Loki!"

"You knew of my true lineage, that I was a frost giant" he spat the words out as if they were a bad taste he hoped to purge himself of.

"Loki, that doesn't mean you're a monster," The Doctor pleaded. "Our choices-"

"Like you chose not to tell me? Did you know Doctor?"

"Loki-"

"All those times, you came to me when I was young, did you know what I really was?"

"Loki-"

"ANSWER ME" He shouted. "Oh I know the Doctor always runs, but you can't escape from this."

"I never wanted to hurt you" The Doctor conceded, "I thought if I was able to help you-"

"I trusted you, I BELIEVED IN YOU!" he screamed now. "All those times, you wanted to help me? By lying to me?" he appeared beside the Doctor now, imposing, dark, his eyes filled with anger.

"Loki, please- " The Doctor tried to stop or cut through what were now thunderous screams. At least, he thought, rather dryly, no one can hear us in space. Loki was continuing his tirade, growing darker and angrier at ever word. All his life spilling in front of the doctor, every promise and kind word now a lie, a horrible trick for the Master of tricks.

"You told me I was special, I was just as good as Thor, all those times you LIED!" he shouted the last word for effect, inching closer to the Doctor, his boots planted firmly on the floor.

"Loki you still can be special! They love you, they don't care what you are, just resist this anger, you do not have to be the God of Mischief, I can teach you to fight it!"

"Did you really think you could save me from this?"

"Loki, you're playing with fire, you don't have to do this, don't become this, you are stronger, and no matter who you are, you are still of Asgard and your family loves you" The Doctor pleaded.

"You know all this time, and did you love me? Or were you just watching for the signs of my destruction? And you decided to leave. Rose was more important," Loki laughed. It was a vicious cruel laugh.

"And tell me now Doctor, where did sentiment get you? All alone in a big blue box, nothing but space," he smirked.

"Loki, listen, you're not evil-"

"Oh But I am, thanks to you, Doctor, you showed me the universe, and I can assure it's going to be mine" he sniggered. Out of nowhere he produced a blade and plunged it into the Doctor's side. He vanished just as suddenly, appearing at the Tardis door.

The Doctor cried out, he screamed, groaning against his pain. He watched Loki uneasily, though there was space between them, there was no telling what the God would do. The Doctor clutched the wound, attempting to take in the pain. He pulled the knife from in between his ribs and groaned, suddenly aware of Loki's full plan.

"We're still in orbit, no man can survive that fall, there's nothing beneath you, it's just the void!" The Doctor cautioned. "DONT!"

"God's cannot be destroyed" Loki responded.

"Loki, please, don't do this, it's not too late!" The Doctor tried again, but Loki was already far gone.

"Oh, let me not forget my manners Doctor, thank you ever so much for showing me who I was always supposed to be" he sneered, before he leapt out of the Tardis.

"NO!" The Doctor screamed, holding his hand on the wound to stop the bleeding.

For days, he would still hear Loki's vile whispers in the Tardis, haunting him. For he would now have to live with the knowledge that he created the God of Mischief.

A/N: Thanks for reading! More coming soon! Love and Loki!