This is dedicated to all my friends who adore Avengers.

Alright so it's been a while since I've actually written a fanfiction. Here goes nothing. Sorry if by the end you'll be confused but the next chapter is soon to come. It'll all be cleared out (hopefully). :3

He'd been locked away for quite an amount of time, and no one came to see him. This didn't surprise him. He wasn't expecting anyone to come see him any time soon. He'd had enough power to find his way out of this forgotten place, but he rather be forgotten than being chased by all of Asgard. He knew that there must have had been spells put on this cell but he rather not bother doing anything about it.

The raven haired man sat there in shame. During those long nights his mind would wander. Those nights had become more and more dominant to the others which included tonight. He'd do what he usually did; stare out from inside the bars and gaze up at the stars. With this blockade he felt like a caged black bird, crying into the night. Nobody heard him, and he was certain nobody cared. He was far away from anything. He'd been forgotten.

"Forbidden!" yelled out the Allfather, "You are forbidden to visit or to even gaze upon your brother!"

"Father you not be so sour. By now Loki has had his fair days of thoughts and regrets," replied Thor.

"I know what is right. And you obey me," he said last before smacking the staff into the floor causing a loud thud, turning around and stomping away with heavy feet and a heavy heart. He knew that Loki had to be punished and kept away from anyone and everyone, including his own brother.

Thor grunted like a child and crossed his arms. His mother approached him, coming right to his side and placed her hand gently on his arm. "Thor, I too am not happy of this situation, but please bear with your fath-" she attempted to say before being interrupted by Thor's urgent comeback.

"He knows nothing of Loki. He knows not how it feels to be locked away for months without contact of any sort!"

"You'd be surprised what he went through. Patience, my son, it is virtue."

Thor turned around and hugged his mother, "I know mother, but I just want him back, just like it was before..."

"Me too," she agreed and hugged him back,"...me too..."

It had been weeks since a food tray had come for Loki and he was beginning to feel weak. He felt his body slowly giving in, as its nutrition never arrived. Leaning against the wall he felt himself lose the strength to even keep himself up. He felt his body slide down slowly. Then, he then slumped down into a fetalposition, tucking his head in.

It was midday and it was hotter than ever. Summer in Asgard had some days compressed with heat. It would have been a good time to use some magic to summon a small animal to eat, but his strength and magic was fading.

Signing he got up and went to lay on his back on the lonely bed. Looking up he held out his hand out and examined it. He looked at all the pores and traced every vein and line over his hand and palm. He laughed, suddenly remembering the memories of his childhood, when he and his brother would read each other's hands. He stopped and grimaced. That was the past, and reliving memories wouldn't get him anywhere. He quickly closed his hand and squeezed it as hard as his could. As if he were squeezing that memory so it'd break into a thousand pieces. Soon he started to a sharp feel pain. Opening his hand, he watched a few drops of blood flow off of it. Drops fell from his hand and onto his cheek. He blinked when it slapped his face. It was proof to him that he was still alive. The idea disgusted him, the very thought that he's still wasting air made him want to gag. He was disgusted with his very own existence and prayed for the end to be near. He shook his hand violently to rid him of the blood, then he let it drop limply on the ground afterwards. Turned his head to the side, to look again, he saw that his hand that was now tainted with dirt.

"Where are you going?" Sif asked Thor as he was leaving the palace.

"To Loki," said the blond haired man as he began to twirl Mjolnir. In his free hand, he held a bag filled with food. He wanted to take over the responsibility to feed Loki.

"You heard what Odin said! You cannot visit Loki!"

"I don't care what Allfather said. It has been too long since I saw him last. I must part!"

"Thor-" He flew off before she could finish. She sighed, "I warned him..." and turned around to walk away.

Staring at the ceiling blankly, he felt like an empty shell. As he lay back on the bed, he could feel his every breathe growing harder. Heavier than the last. He opened his mouth to try to get more of it. He doesn't know how long it had been since he was last fed or when he last saw anyone. He hoped that this wasn't their plan; to rid of him by letting him starve in a cell somewhere far off from anywhere else in Asgard.

Closing his eyes, tears formed at the corner of his eyes. He couldn't hold this form any longer. Opening his eyes, tears trickled down his cheeks, as the color of his skin changed, from snow white skin to a light shade of blue. First his face changed, then his torso and then spread to the rest of his body. The marking showed to reveal what a monster he was. Eyes now burned red as blood. He was disgusted with every inch of his body but he couldn't help it. The raven haired man still had his eyes fixed on the crack in the ceiling. Loki moved no muscle as a load thud echoed into the cell from outside. It was then followed by a pair of heavy feet running closer.

A strong voice started to yell out, "-oki...Loki!"

Thor didn't know which cell it was that his brother was kept in. He realized that the guards forgot to summon Loki some food. This wasn't normal, but he suspected that his father was responsible. Thor nudged that disgusting idea away and focused on finding the dark prince.

He continued yelling his name, expecting a reaction any second. All the cells abandoned and very badly kept. The rusty part of it made it all seem ancient. They had been forgotten too it was sad, and lonely. Thor didn't like it. It was a place no one should be left on their own.

Thor was eager to see his little brother but he couldn't locate his cell.

"Loki, are you here?" His booming call echoed down the hall.

Nobody replied. Nothing budged. Just silence.

The painful realization that maybe something might have happened to Loki made his heart race. He sprinted through the hall frantically hoping that right then he'd find his brother waiting for him. He was about to pass one cell that was set more aside then the others. He stopped quickly, realizing he had missed something. Backing up to see what it was, to his pleasure, it was the cell with Loki caged inside.

"Brother!" he yelled, hoping for a response. After a moment of silence, he said, "I come for you."

Still nothing. He felt that there was something off but he shrugged it off, believing that Loki might just be sleeping. He hoped that it was just that.

"Be there in second, brother. Just have to open these bars, away from the door." He felt he needed to comfort his brother, telling him he'll be right there. But it was just as if he were talking to a wall.

Thor put down the bag in which he carried the food for his sibling. Hitting open the bars with his hammer, pieces of the cell flew, but none hit Loki who was lying on the small bed inside the cell.

Thor made his way through the broken bars and quickly rushed to his brother's side, "Brother, I'm here." He knelt down to the bed side, and was now looking down at his blue skin. "Loki?"

The other's eyes were wide open, showing off piercing red eyes staring forwards, with no shift or reaction to anything Thor said.

"No. No Loki, no." The older sibling shook the smaller body, only moving limply like a rag doll. Thor set his head down onto Loki's chest, hearing only a faint heart beat. He then lifted his head. He's alive! He thought. If I get him back home maybe the royal nurse will know what to do. And then shut his brother's eyes. Sleep now.

With his eyes closed, he felt himself falling. At high speeds, the windows of the skyscrapers passed him by looked like blurred bars. He wasn't aware of anything that was happening at first but soon after opening his eyes the man realized that he was doomed. Cars below him grew larger as he sped down. Accepting this end, he closed his hands together in a tight fist and closed his eyes. He tried to remember how this had all happened and why, but he couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember who he was.

As he expected to hit the ground, he felt himself be scooped up from below. Shocked, he opened his eyes. To his biggest surprise he saw something or rather someone holding him; one arm holding his back and the other his legs. As building zoomed passed them both, he realized they were both flying.

"That would have had been messy," said the voice. It sounded human but it had a slight robotic pitch to it.

He nodded then looked around; when he saw how high they already accelerated he immediately flinched and closed his eyes in fear.

The other felt the jerk and confirmed, "I'll put you down on the ground soon, no sweat."

Nodding again he tilted his head up and peeked at the face of his rescuer but all he saw was a golden mask and a burgundy red head piece.

"Usually when I rescue people they say thank you or something, but I guess silence does the job too. I know I'm stunning and my mere presence leaves people speechless." Silence. "I mean also considering that you once were against us and trying to enslave us, I didn't have to do this but I wanted to be the nice guy."

They flew near the ground and he set the man he rescued down onto the side walk. He looked to turn at the masked man and asked completely puzzled, "I'm sorry. Who are you?"

"Jarvis, please tell Pep I'm home and tell her to get a clean pair of clothes. We have a ... er," he looked at the other man who was following him like a lost puppy, and then looked back in front of him, "...guest over."

"Yes, at once Mr. Stark."

"Now where were we?" asked Tony as he sat down on the couch.

The other stood awkwardly in front of him, "You told me my name is Loki."

"Oh yes that's a very important detail. Sit down, sit down, you don't have to stand you're not some sort of butler." He reached over to the table with the liquor on it and poured himself a glass and another for his new friend. "Here," he handed the glass over, "here's the drink you wanted."

"I never said anything about a drink," he looked down at the glass as it was being handed to him.

Tony then took a sip, and placed it casually back on the previous table, "right."