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Don't own Avengers. Seriously, I don't.

Loki sat on the black leather couch, clearly un-amused by the chains holding his wrists together.

There was no chance of escape. These 'Avengers' were behind every door, and he'd suffered through enough of Thor's angry blockades.

"Mrr-ow?" a quiet purr sounded from behind the plush, overstuffed sofa. "Prr-ow?"

"What…?" Loki leaned around the arm, resting his bound hands on it. He examined the small creature on the floor, not sure how to react towards it.

It was not unlike the Zmy'gé on Asgard, although this creature was much smaller. That and it lacked the spines that protruded from its spine.

He reached down slowly, trying not to scare it. He wrapped his fingers around its scrawny ribs and raised it to his face. The creature hissed, spitting at him and flexing its hackles instinctively. Loki smirked at the small show of defiance and decided that he liked this creature. Placing it in his lap, he slowly began petting the dusty stray, pulling out pieces of shattered glass from its pelt.

"Hello." He experimented, scratching the small feline behind its ears. "Where did you come from?" The cat stood up on his lap, kneading his torn, yet somehow still regal, outfit. His tail raised high as the white tip flicked and mustard yellow eyes glanced over at him.

"Mrr-ow." Loki scratched further down the cats back, eliciting a loud purr from its chest. He slowly trailed his fingers down its spine until he came to a rather large, and still bleeding, cut. The cat hissed and sprang back, swiping to try and warn the god to stay away from there.

"Quiet, you stupid pest." Loki hissed, picking it up by the scruff. Although this cat was obviously too old to be held like this, its skin was loose on its bones due to the fact that it probably hadn't had a good meal in months. The cat eyed him nervously, before sniffing his face. "Yes, yes, you've already acknowledged me."

The cat settled down again, returning to Loki's lap contentedly. Loki sighed, and resumed scratching behind its ears.

"I understand why midgardians would want to keep you for companionship." He confessed to the scrap of fur lying on his legs. "You're much more trustworthy than any kin one might try to confess their secrets to."

He continued scratching, feeling the sudden urge to speak his sorrows to the stray. So he did.

"You know, I didn't really want power. I just really wanted to feel accepted. I'd always been overshadowed by my brother, and when that disgraceful old and told me the truth about my heritage-" His hand stopped on the cats head and he ground his teeth together to stop the angry words on the tip of his tongue. "I just wanted them to acknowledge me."

He chuckled darkly; although there was only a faint ghost of humour in his laugh. "Well, look at how well that turned out. They have to acknowledge me now… To punish me!" he laughed again, petting when the cat nuzzled his hand affectionately.

Loki stopped when he heard footsteps, recognizing the heavy footsteps of his brother. Glancing down at the cat, he scooped it up and placed it next to himself. The door swung open not only a few moments later, allowing Thor, Iron man and Captain America to enter.

"Brother, we are leaving now." The two avengers behind Thor shuffled their feet awkwardly, casting him wary glances. Loki stood slowly, stretching his arms in front of his chest.

"Mrr-ow?" The cat leapt down and circled his feet, rubbing him affectionately.

"Okay." He smirked, genuinely feeling happy. "Let's go."

Loki!Cat FTW!