Alright, sorry it took so long to get this chapter up but I was sort of unexpectedly thrown into a drivers ed class so I didn't have much time to work on it. Alas though, here it is. And a shout out to ideophobic on here for beta-ing this!

Jane fell through the vortex, feeling like a paper doll being tossed back and forth through a heavy wind; thrown back and forth, side to side, in every conceivable direction and thensome by a particularly sadistic child. Her lungs screamed for the air that was being denied and she ached to scream, but with no air came no sound, the noise locked somewhere inside of her throat. The vortex was merciless; it crushed and threw her in every direction and every second it felt more like her body was being stretched and torn apart, then being ground into a crumpled ball, in an endless agonizing circle.

It seemed like hours before she finally landed on rough, unforgiving ground. She struggled to breathe, the impact leaving her winded. But as she made contact, her body felt like she had fallen from a roof, every muscle screamed, while all of her bones felt like they had been shattered into innumerous pieces.

Slowly she pushed herself up off of the ground, grimacing all the while. She stood shakily on her feet, but managed to carefully run a hand over her ribs, checking to see if any had been truly broken during her fall. She sighed as she felt nothing out of place, but there would undoubtedly be ugly bruising later. She just silently thanked any deity that would listen that she hadn't broken her arm or a leg.

Jane cautiously sucked in a breath, still afraid of any damage that might have happened, but other than a twinge of pain, the action didn't bother her. Rubbing her arms for some semblance of comfort, she slowly started taking in the ragged terrain surrounding her. It was freezing and the land looked harsh and unforgiving; it seemed no matter what direction Jane looked the only color to meet her was a sullen grey. The land had tall columns of what she assumed to be rock formations that stood tall, the mighty, broad-faced monoliths closing her in.

Tentatively, she walked along a path the rocks had naturally formed. It didn't take her long before she realized how hopelessly lost she was inside their maze. Jane looked above her, hoping by some chance she could find a star or a light to lead her, but blackness was the only thing that greeted her, not only was the planet seemingly void of a sun, but it also lacked any familiar constellations that Jane could have known and guided herself by. It was a foreign sight to Jane, looking up and not being greeted by a wonderful sight of stars that she loved so dearly. It was as if they stars were like her, they had both fallen from sky.

But she did what she had too, she simply carried on. Jane continued pushing on through the labyrinth of stone, feeling her way along once the rocks blocked out all form of light from her. Her hands dragged across the rough stone, leaving her with tiny cuts that stung her, but she continued to press on, ignoring the wounds. The further in she got the stones took on less of a natural form and became somewhat of a brick shape. A promising sign of life forms, she thought.

As she trailed down the tunnels, the more damp it became. Instead of the harsh cold she had been greeted with, it had progressed to a humid and muggy air that wrapped around her. Jane could hear water dripping around her as she silently prayed that it was a sign that she wasn't alone here, though she was wary of the chance that any people she might stumble upon could be less than welcoming.

It felt like hours before she found her way into a lit room, though it was only illuminated only by a torch and a few dwindling candles, it wasn't much of an improvement over the dark tunnels. Gingerly, Jane picked up a candle, careful not to let the hot wax dripping from it burn her fingers. Lifting it up, she scanned the room, the flickering, dim light casting wicked shadows in every corner. It wasn't welcoming. There were pieces of bone fragments that were scattered along the pathway, which ran along what appeared to be cells. A look of horror crossed her face when she realized the only things she had managed to find were prison cells and the remains of what she sorely hopped weren't the prisoners.

She cautiously skirted around the pieces of bone scattered around her, not wanting to alert anyone to her presence. Or step on the remains of any unfortunate alien. Despite the filth on the floor, she made her way across with hardly a sound at all. Taking no notice of what lay in the cells as she passed, Jane reached the other end of the dark room, finding a large wooden door. It was covered in old cobwebs, but underneath she could tell it was plain. Jane brushed away the webs, looking for a handle to open it. Eventually she found a handle, it was a simple design, merely a ring to pull on. Setting down her candle, she grabbed the ring, and pulled on it with every ounce of strength she possessed, but it refused to shift, despite any effort she gave. Sighing, Jane rested her head against the door.

"It's too large; and with the magic sealing it, you haven't a hope of opening that door," crooned a low voice from somewhere behind her.

Jane slowly raised her head from the spot on the door, not sure whether she had actually heard a voice or not. Hesitantly, she turned around. In one of the cells she saw a figure standing with a hand curled around a metal pole. She bent down to pick up her candle, and raising it, she let the light from it illuminate him. He was pale with a gaunt face that was framed by jet black hair, he stood with an intimidating stance, not altogether unattractive, though Jane was wary of him for a variety of reasons.

"Who are you?" Jane asked as she walked towards him, stopping directly in front of his cell, close enough for her to reach out and touch him, or for him to touch her.

"I could ask the same of you," he scoffed, narrowing his eyes. "No one comes here, except the Chitari, and you most certainly are not one of them. How did you get in here?"

"The Chitauri? What are they?"

The man leaned in closer, a sneer on his lips. "You did not answer me. How did you get in here? People don't just merely walk in here as they please."

"I'm not sure how I got here, I'm not even sure where I am."

He raised a dark brow as she spoke.

"Are you trying to tell me that you just appeared here out of nowhere with no intention of doing so? In my book that doesn't simply happen. Tell me why you're here."

Jane let out an exasperated sigh as she continued, "I don't know how I got here, alright? I was doing a simulation of my dimension cannon and then the next thing I knew I was picking myself up off of the ground outside. I followed a path and now I'm here." She added, "I'm not sure what it means or what it doesn't. I'd just like to find a way back home."

They stood in uncomfortable silence, before the man slowly spoke. "Pray tell, what is this dimension canon you speak of?" he asked, a tone of curiosity in his voice.

"It's an Einstein-Rosen Bridge," she replied, slipping back into the mental lab coat with ease, even in a situation like the one she was in. "Similar to the Bi-frost from Asgard. It was meant to get Thor back to Earth, though it obviously didn't work as planned."

Once the words of Asgard left her lips, there was a sudden change in the man, like a snake coiling tightly just before the strike. He reached out lightning fast, grabbing hold of Jane's wrist, causing the candle to fall from her hands and hit the ground with an audible clatter.

"What do you know of Asgard and of Thor?" he snarled viciously, teeth bared in a ferocious display. "How do you know of my brother?"

"Loki?" she gasped as she tried to pull out of his grip. But his fingers tightened more with her struggles, curling so tightly around her fragile bones that she couldn't help but compared them to an iron shackle. "Let go of me!"

"What is your name," he asked through clenched teeth.

"Jane!"

His eyes glittered darkly when her name had passed from her lips, he pulled her towards him with a sharp jerk of his arm, causing her to hit the door of the cell with a yelp. Sliding his other arm through the metal poles, he trailed his knuckles down the side of her face, tracing the soft curve of her cheek and angle of her jaw.

"So you're the lovely Jane Foster, are you? The person who caused such a change in Thor, no less." He smirked. "Well, I'll tell you a story. When Thor and I were battling on the Bi-frost, over Asgard, I promised him one thing, that I would pay you a visit."

He slid a finger under chin, making her look up to meet his eyes.

"And I always keep my promises," he practically purred. "Though, it is a pity that all your work to get back to your beloved Thor was in vain, bringing you to me instead. Funny how the Norns often toy with lives, is it not?" he whispered, no hint of sincerity or true compassion in his voice.

Before she could reply, they heard the noise of footsteps walking down a hallway just behind the wooden door, each thump ominously resonating through the stonewalled room.

"Dammit, they heard you," he cursed, a note of desperation in his voice. "Let me out of here or they will chain both of us in here."

"I.. I don't have a key!"

"Just open it! There's a spell on it that allows it to only open for the outside, just pull!" He sounded desperate, and if Jane had been paying any attention to anything besides following his instructions, she would have said he sounded scared.

She grabbed onto the poles, tugging at them, and surprised herself with how effortlessly it opened. Immediately once it was open Loki grabbed her wrist, pulling her behind him as they ran through the pathway Jane had emerged from.

"Loki, stop," she whispered, her voice the half whisper, half yell of the panicked. "Where are we going?"

He ignored her, continuing to pull her along the tunnels as if he knew them by heart, and with his guidance, it didn't take long before they were out back where there was some light.

"Where are we going?" she repeated once they had stopped running. The stood in silence for several moments before Jane felt him starting to pull on her arm again, tugging her in another direction. Pulling back, she said once again, "Seriously, Loki, where are we going? There's nowhere to go here."

He turned around to face her, looking down at her coldly as he spoke, "You will go wherever it is I take you, understood?"

Pulling her arm out of his grip she spat back, "No, it isn't. I want to know exactly where you're taking me." She paused as his glare grew colder and pulled on the neck of her shirt before she went on, a nervous tick in the face of his icy wrath. "I think I'm entitled to at least that much!" she huffed.

"We will go to whatever planet, whatever moon, whatever crevice, it takes to escape, Jane Foster, and I just hate to tell you that your precious little Midgard will not one of those places."

They stood in frigid silence as the terror of his words worked its way across Jane's face.

"What?" she cried. "Will I ever get to home then?"

"No," he said, void of all emotion, except perhaps boredom. "You are on your own or you are with me, and I assure you that it is as unpleasant for you as it is for me."

"But!" she started, but was quickly cut off when Loki placed a firm hand over her mouth.

"Hush," he whispered.

They both stood in silence, Loki listening to a noise that Jane had yet to hear, though it took hardly any time for her to hear it as well – the sound of rushed footsteps coming up through the tunnels.

Her eyes widened in terror as the footsteps grew louder, each sound felt like a death sentence, like the way an executioner's blade sounds on the whetstone.

Loki quickly grabbed Jane, pulling her in close against him.

And as the Chitari reached them,

they disappeared into a curtain of golden and green light.

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