A/N Sorry this took so long, but here it is! I'm finally on summer vacation, so I should be able to update this more often. Once again, I don't own Thor or any of its characters.

Loki figured his situation could have been worse. He'd been put into a form of confinement. The room was small, tending toward a lighter color scheme, which seemed ironic. It had a sliding door, with an electronic lock. A small camera was embedded in one of the walls, so it couldn't be taken out. There was a single window to let in some light, but it was too small to fit through, and even if it was big enough, the window was barred. The handcuffs hadn't been removed (yet). He was completely trapped. All he could do was wait as they decided his fate.

There was debate about what to do with Loki now that he was in custody. He had endangered hundreds of people by sending the destroyer, not to mention leading Thor to believe that his father had died. Loki was dangerous, not only with his power but with his words. He wasn't called 'silvertongue' for nothing. But they couldn't just kill him point-blank; the thought was discarded almost immediately. ("He is still my brother!" Thor had protested.)

They settled with putting Loki in the care of Thor, Jane, Darcy and Dr. Selvig. They figured that if anyone could talk some sense into Reindeer Games, it would be Thor. The god of thunder had shown reluctance at first, mainly because he was concerned for the safety of his friends. He accepted the idea, however, when SHIELD promised to keep tabs on them to ensure their safety, so they had nothing to worry about. If Loki tried anything, SHIELD would be there quicker than he could say "hehehehe."

Loki didn't hear a word of the negotiations, and the suspense had almost driven him (more) mad by the time a SHIELD agent opened the doors to his cell. The mischievous asgardian was lead (rather forcefully) down a hallway to where Thor and his companions were waiting. Loki sneered at them. The handcuffs were taken off his wrists. "And what is the meaning of this?"

"Alright, we're supposed to make sure you don't destroy everything while you're here. So that means you're coming with us," Darcy said with the dominance of drill sergeant. "Speaking of which, how long are you planning on staying, anyway?"

Loki's mind went to work. Maybe this was the exact opportunity he needed to prove himself to his fath – uh, Odin – that he was worthy. He showed no indication of his thoughts, however, but answered the girl's question with a simple, "that is none of your concern."

"Actually, now it is. We're in charge of you now; weren't you listening?" Darcy asked, annoyed.

Loki couldn't help but chuckle. "I take orders from no one." His smirk was infuriating.

"You will do as you're told, brother," Thor interjected, speaking through gritted teeth. His muscular build towered over Loki. The darker-haired asgardian seemed to tense at the word 'brother'. "And know that if you dare to even think about putting anyone in any kind of danger, you will face a worse punishment for your crimes."

The smirk, even then, didn't leave Loki's face. "So I am to be a prisoner, then." It wasn't a question. As they headed out, placed so that Loki wouldn't be able to leave their sight, the former god of mischief couldn't help but be slightly amused on the effect he was having on the environment. Almost everyone was tense, as if they expected him to lash out and magically turn the SHIELD headquarters into a parking lot at any second. They still had no idea that he had no power, that he was (at least temporarily) no more than a mortal.

The only one who wasn't being wary of Loki was Darcy. She was oozing confidence. There wasn't a cautious bone in her body. If anything, it was almost like she was annoyed with the fact she had to babysit the god, rather than fearful, as if the thought that he might kill her hadn't even crossed her mind.

Meanwhile, a SHIELD agent was sitting at a computer, doing her duty like a good little techy. There were graphs, charts, numbers, and images that probably wouldn't have made the slightest bit of sense to anyone else. But this was SHIELD. They practically own the "things that don't make sense" department.

The agent narrowed her eyes at the screen as she read the data. No, that can't be, she thought. That's impossible. She needed to investigate it; maybe it was some kind of error. She typed some things on the keyboard, and the screen changed. Sure enough, all signs said that it was true.

"Come look at this," she said, motioning Coulson to come over with her arm.

"What is it?" Coulson asked, walking so that the screen was in his line of vision.

"It's this data…it says that a meteorite is coming."

Coulson paused. There were lots of meteors, what was so important about this one?

"It says the meteor is heading straight for Earth."

Coulson's eyes narrowed. "You're sure?"

"Would I have said anything if I wasn't sure?" The agent retorted. "It seems to be a chunk of rock that came off of something bigger, probably from some kind of impact or blast of energy…But what could be that powerful?"

Coulson sighed dramatically. "And I was having such a good day," he muttered sarcastically. He held his walkie-talkie up to his mouth, and pressed the button. "Fury, we've got a problem."

A/N: So, read and review if you please, let me know where you think this is headed, or how I can improve.What will happen?