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Thor had been lucky that when he had plummeted to Midgard, a beautiful scientist was there to catch him before something far less innocent reached him. Loki was not as fortunate, though that was often the case.
Odin had called on dark elves to rid Asgard of Loki with the Bifrost lost, resorting to desperate measures to rid his golden lands of the dark cloud that had plagued it for centuries. He had convinced himself that he was doing this for Loki's own good, but his false son could taste the lie of it on his silver tongue.
He had expected the softhearted Thor to appeal to Odin for a different fate, but it appeared that he had given up on him as thoroughly as their father. Loki suspected it was partly due to his attempt to launch himself into the void to die, and partly due to Thor's internal struggle to accept Loki's true parentage.
It mattered not, for Loki's heart had hardened to Odin and to Thor and even to his mother, Frigga, for her part in the deception his entire life had been. All through the process of his judgement, he remained silent and stoic and unresponsive. He refused to apologize for his actions, to feel sorry for the pain and destruction that he had caused his family and the people of Midgard.
It was only when Odin had revealed his fate that Loki reacted, thrashing and writhing and spitting vile things at his false family before him. It was Thor who helped the guards restrain him, with tears streaming down his golden face, and Loki hated him more than he ever had before.
When Loki felt solid ground beneath his feet, he stumbled and fell onto his hands and knees on the hard, dry desert floor . He coughed as dust rose from the impact and assaulted his lungs, and he waved a hand to will the dust away. When his magic failed him, he cursed and covered his face with his hand.
He tried to push himself from the ground, but the travel had taken its toll on his body. His arm gave out beneath him and he rolled onto his side in the dirt, his breathing heavy and labored from his exhaustion. He tried once more to stand, but ended up flat on his back and staring up at the stars shining against their black backdrop above him.
It was not long before he heard growling from every side, growing louder with approach, and enough adrenaline rushed through him that he managed to get to his feet to defend himself.
Bright lights assaulted his eyes, and he hissed as he brought his hand up to shield them. He tried to blink past them, to see his enemy before they attacked, but he could not see past the blinding light.
''Cut the engines,'' a voice sounded. Human.
The growling died completely, but the lights remained. The gravel crunched as someone approached, and Loki turned to face the coming threat. The human moved into the path of lights, allowing Loki to see him as he moved to stand at his front.
He wore a nice suit, and sunglasses over his eyes. He had a light brushing of brown hair on the top of his head, and just the barest sign of wrinkles etched the areas of his face that Loki could see.
Loki narrowed his eyes at him, a small sense of familiarity prickling in the back of his mind.
''Hello,'' the man began, his voice holding a surprising amount of authority given the situation, calm as if he had seen a man fall from the sky before. ''My name is Agent Phil Coulson.''
Loki did not extend the same greeting back, his body tense with suspicion. His eyes flickered behind the man, and he could faintly make out the outline of others standing a few feet away. He was hoping for a possibility of a clean escape, but he was thoroughly surrounded.
''I'm with a government agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D.,'' Agent Coulson stated slowly. ''I would like for you to come with us. We have a few questions for you.''
Loki recalled reading the acronym on the wall of the room where he had broken the news of their father to Thor, and he had no desire to put himself in the same predicament.
Loki struck out, as quick as a snake, and Agent Coulson went down just as fast. The others moved in quickly to restrain him, and Loki made it through another three agents before he was overwhelmed by the numbers. With his powers gone he was human and vulnerable, and he had never been much of a fighter.
He writhed against the restraining hands, and snarled when he felt a sting at the side of his neck. It was only a matter of seconds before he felt his world twist and turn and fade, before going completely black.
The world vibrated around him, and his vision was foggy when he finally stirred from his forced slumber. He felt something tight across his chest and thighs, and blinked past the gloom to see leather straps holding his body down on a narrow bed. His eyes flickered around the room, confused by the small, cylindrical metal walls and the growling that came from outside.
''He's awake,'' he heard someone say, and a man in a long white coat approached the side of the bed with two agents at his back. He noted Loki's confusion, and smirked widely. To Loki, his teeth looked like tiny daggers. ''You're in an airplane.''
Loki remained confused.
''A big flying machine,'' the man continued, speaking slowly and condescendingly as if talking to an invalid. ''In the sky.''
Loki's lip curled in displeasure, and he pulled against the straps. He slipped a dagger from his sleeve, one of the only weapons his father had allowed him to keep in case he needed to defend himself, and cut the leather in a flash.
He launched himself at the man in white, and sliced through the two agents when they came to his aid. Loki was still disoriented from the drugs, and did not hear the curse from the cockpit of the plane or the heavy footsteps as they approached. He pulled himself up against the wall of the plane, his breathing heavy as he looked down at his bloodied hands.
Loki looked up just in time to see a man in a black and purple before he was struck across the face, and sent once again into an obsidian darkness.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. This is my fourth BlackFrost story, and most likely my last. This was my last idea for the pairing, and I hope I do it justice. Please continue reading, and please review.