AUTHORS NOTE: This is my new fanfiction. Be sure to tell me if you want me to continue as I'm not sure if its good or not.

The pairings in this are going to be:

Tony/Bruce

Steve/Loki

Clint/Natasha

ENJOY!

Fixing a Broken God

Chapter 1

Loki had given up at trying to count how long he had been in the Void. 'Just one more thing to add to my never ending list of failures' He thought bitterly to himself. To be fair though, it was an extremely hard task when all you can see around you is endless darkness, and also, counting required thinking, and Loki tried to avoid thinking. Thinking just brought up memories he'd rather forget. He'd rather let his mind wonder and hopefully, a miracle will happen and he will be free of this real-life nightmare he was stuck in.

In a sudden moment of blinding light and deafening noise, Loki was in the most pain he had ever been in in all his 1048 years of living in this Universe. He groaned and tried to open his eyes, but the brightness of the light that greeted him was too much, and he closed them again. It was then he realised how badly he was hurt. Most of his bones were broken and there was a strange metal object coming out of his stomach. He felt a wetness by his head, and he vaguely noticed he was lying in a pool of his own blood. He decided he didn't like the metal thing sticking out of his stomach, and fighting the pain, he shakily put his hands over the object and pulled. He cried out in pain and when it was out, threw it to one side. He had just enough magic left to heal that wound and a few others. He wouldn't last long, and he almost preyed to be taken to the Underworld, simply so he can escape from the pain. But something in the back of his mind fought. Loki sat up and stood on his only unbroken leg, limping out of the Loki shaped crater on the ground. He looked around and realised he was on a Midguardien road for those metal things… Cars? Luckily for him the road was empty. Black spots appeared in front of him, and he fixed his sights on the door directly ahead of him. As he reached it the door opened, and a good, strong looking blonde stared at him with horror stricken eyes. The black spots had nearly covered all his vision, and he only just managed to say,

"H-Help me…please… pl-"

Darkness took him, in a welcomed slumber. The last thing he remembers seeing was the blond haired mortal darting forward to catch him. Part of him knew he wouldn't die… Well not today anyway.

"No Loki."

The words haunted him. Followed him were ever he went, always replaying in the back of his mind, reminding him of the disappointment and pain he called his 'family'. Loki was never very strong. Realising at a young age that your 'father' favoured your older brother chipped away at him. Over the years the chips became cracks, and finally, those cracks shattered at those two words, breaking him completely inside. He let go to try to leave the pain behind. But the pain followed him. The pain turned to anger and hatred, the anger turned to self-loathing, and the self-loathing turned to emptiness.

"No Loki."

The God woke screaming, begging somebody to help him. He thrashed, and even tried hitting himself repeatedly, but strong arms pinned him down, and his face was in the crook of somebodies neck. Loki broke down, all the walls he had put around himself breaking at once. The man held him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly until Loki had finished. Loki looked up at the man as he released him, and saw the blonde haired man. He moved to sit down again, but Loki held onto his hand. In many ways he was acting like this man was Thor.

"Where am I?" He asked in a small, shaky voice.

"You're in the Avenger Tower. New York," he replied, "What's your name?"

"I am Loki, of Asguard…"

The blonde haired man smiled, "Nice to meet you Loki. My names Steve Rogers, or as most people know me, Captain America."

Loki smiled softly, he liked this Steve Rogers.

"That armour stuff you were wearing didn't look human…" Steve commented

"I am a God… I am the God of Mischief, chaos, fire… Some people say I am also the god of lies…" Loki looked down sadly, he knew he brought the names on himself, but he didn't particularly like them.

"Wait. Are you Thor's brother?" Steve asked quickly.

"I am his adoptive brother yes."

"Why are you here? Thor said you hate humans."

"It's a long story…" Loki said slowly.

Steve sat next to him on the hospital bed he occupied, careful not to disturb the needles hooked up to the broken god, still holding Loki's hand tightly he replied simply, "I have time."

Once Loki had finished his tale, Steve hugging him again, whispering, "You will always be welcome here, and if the others bother you, they'll have me to deal with."

Loki stiffened, "There are others?"

"Yea, they should be upstairs… I can go and get them if you want?..."

"Is Thor with them?"

"No… He hasn't been here in a while actually." Steve scratched the back of his head.

"Ok then… I would like to meet them."

Steve smiled and walked to the door, "I'll be back soon."

Loki smiled to himself, listening to the strange beeping filling the silence of the room. He feels more at home here, than he ever did back on Asguard. This mortal, Steve, made his heart flutter even thinking about him. What was this feeling Loki was feeling, he had never felt it before, but it felt… good. His thoughts were interrupted by the noise of approaching feet. He began trembling, and tried to make himself as small as possible. Steve opened the door and went straight to Loki's side, taking his hand in his own again.

"Avengers, this is Loki, Thor's little brother. He's the one who fell out the sky. Please be kind to him. I've heard his story, and all he needs are friends who love him-"He was cut short by Clint snorting, "CLINT! Shut your mouth!"

The others stared wide eyes at him, they'd never seen him this angry before. He told them Loki's story, never letting go of the god's hand.

"Hey, I'm Tony Stark… and uh- I just wanted you to know your welcome to stay here. Even after you've recovered and all…" Tony said awkwardly before leaving to get a drink. The others followed him out.

"Do they like me? Or are they just being nice?" Loki asked Steve, who was the only one left in the room.

"They like you, don't worry. If you ever need anything, just press this button," Steve pointed at one, "And I'll come as quickly as I can."

Loki nodded and kissed the back of Steve's hand, "Thank you." He said simply, and watched a blushing Steve walk out of his room. Maybe this was the start of a new life. He could do good here. All he needs, is Steve by his side.