This will be my first Fanfiction, so by all means tell me how I'm doing. (Awful, great, either would be wonderful.) I want to create a story of how Thanos deals with Loki's defeat and decides that he, "Should take it into his own hands." By that, I mean he finds out about the Avengers. This is only a prompt, and based on feedback I'll decide to continue it. The story will jump from different points of view, though might center a few more the then the others.

It's happening post-avengers, because I sorta miss back before they all sorta, not really, but sorta trusted each other? Plus, I truly need to read up on Wanda and the others, I don't know if you'd like how I write them.

There will be swearing, violence, and "what?" scenes, do read at your own risk. I'll make it as climatic, but gentle as I can.

I do not own Marvel, any characters used in this story are owned by Stanlee and the creators of Marvel. I own nothing.

Loki learned a long time ago that he, nor any living soul, was ever safe in the nine realms.

Maybe once he had, as an ignorant child. A child who had believed Odin's fibs, who had always standing behind the golden son, never alongside. Looking at it, maybe he always knew. Thor was always going to get the crown, the throne, Asgard.

He knows now that everything he could have done, would have never been enough.

No matter how he boasted on his mastery on spells or intelligence beyond his peer's years, Thor would be the victor. He bet Thor knew too, which pushed him to tease his younger brother for his choice in arts and studies. He pretended it was fair, his sly and charming smile always reassuring his oaf of a brother that all was well. In spite of his masks, he had to take his temper out somehow, so he fooled around. His little tricks, devilry schemes, and sparks of mischief had been playful in the beginning. Though, it evolved quickly to pure hatred, hunger for fear and for power. While it may have been enduring the first few centuries, it took a toll.

He knew the way they saw him. They saw Thor's shadow, a black sheep, a silver tongue, a liar, the God of Mischief. He spoke in riddles, watched from the side, he did everything they expected him do.

And, yes, he had fun, especially when he messed with Thor. But, When it got out of hand, even if others had been involved, he was to blame.

After a while, he accepted everything they said about him.

When it came time for Thor's coronation, he decided couldn't stand by and watch as the dunce accepted his birthright. Thor didAn't deserve the realms; he didn't deserve the title of All-father.

He did it for laughs, but it seemed he was the joke instead.

Loki isn't sure if he truly expected Thor seek blood for the interruption, but he didn't stop him. In all honesty, Loki probably encouraged his volatile behavior. For once, he had a chance to expose Thor for the fool he was. He'd be the son that Asgard would kneel down too.

Only, he wasn't Odin's offspring. He could never earn the respect he deserved.

When Thor was banished, it was because of him. When Odin collapsed, he decided to lie. When the All-Father slept, he investigated. When he found Thor, he lied again.

Then he turned and decided to see if a monster, a Frost giant, could ever be worthy.

He wasn't worthy.

And.. He would and will never be worthy.

So, without any other choice, he tried to prove it. Did feel any remorse killing Laufey and his kin? No, not really, he wanted to demonstrate his worth, he could be more. Laufey let him to the wrath of Asgard, to Odin. His own son.

If he wasn't his son, if he wasn't Odin's, then what was he? Did he have a mother, truly, did he have a brother? No, he didn't even through all his lies, all his blunts, all his trickery, he could never lie as good as Odin had. Odin, with one eye out of use, couldn't see it. He was blind to it.

He was a better liar then Loki.

And, he actually almost forgive him. Killed every monster for Odin, and screamed.

"I could have done it Father!, I could have done it! For you! for all of us!"

"No, Loki."

He never could.

So, he let go.

And What a fool he had been to think it was that easy.

Taken.

Pulled apart.

Repeat.

Taken.

Pulled apart.

Repeat.

Taken.

Broken.

Finished.

All it did was make him a puppet, someone else's pawn.

So, he did what he did best, he played the role of the God of Mischief. Did everything they said he does.

Midgard was over all, charming. A young race, with potential. So weak, so clueless. He almost pitied them.

Almost.

Truthfully, he didn't do his best in the invasion of Midgard.

He did not plan for the "Phil."

He did plan on his loss.

He didn't want the planet, or it's people, Thor's people.

When he returned to the glimmering city, he found it hadn't changed at all.

They still saw him the same way they've always had, even his seemingly loving brother.

Once again, they didn't look closely, didn't question him. Didn't bother to ask how he managed to invade the Mortals with the Chitauri. Their emotions clouded their judgements, and in mere hours of his appearance back in Asgard, he was confined. Being blinded by their disappointment and rage, they didn't look for reasoning. That would be their undoing.