Hey! So this is a BlackFrost fic, who I will ship until death. I've been working on this over the summer, and with the help and encouragement of thefrozencherryblossom I have decided to post it up. I know I probably should have waited until after Thor: The Dark world was released, but I couldn't! Reviews are desired of course, tell me if you think I should continue. So here we go!

I'm holding on your rope, Got me ten feet off the ground. And I'm hearing what you say, But I just can't make a sound

You tell me that you need me, Then you go and cut me down, but wait, You tell me that you're sorry, Didn't think I'd turn around and say,

that's it's too late, to apologize ~ Apologize, One Republic

CHAPTER ONE

The small ball hopped off the glass with a satisfying ping. For the last ten months (or had it been more?) the small metal sphere had been Loki's only source of entertainment. Creating various different challenges with it had been slightly amusing, but mostly frustrating, since his powers had been taken from him. The Asgardian council's final decision on Loki's sentence had been life imprisonment, which was less than he had expected. Perhaps, if he weren't the son of Odin his punishment would have been harsher. Or maybe they thought that their mercy would move him to feel guilt. Well, it had been their mistake.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the heavy metal doors opening. Loki raised his head in curiosity.

"Why, Father, how benevolent of you, to visit this lowly prisoner. To what do I owe this… pleasure?"

Odin's face remained void of any emotion. It was then that Loki noticed Thor standing behind him. Of course his supposed brother would make an appearance. His look of quiet pity was enough to make Loki feel sick.

"Loki Odinson," (Loki grimaced) "You have been imprisoned here for one year," (Oh, so it had been more than ten months), "and you are yet to show any remorse for your actions against Midgard."

Loki snorted. "You will be waiting awhile for that Odin King."

The Allfather ignored him.

"I give you one final chance, before we take further action against you. Are you willing to redeem yourself?"

The corners of Loki's mouth twitched.

"I am not."

"Then you have accepted you fate. You are to be sent to the planet of Earth, where its people will decide what punishment is most fitting to your crimes."

This caught Loki's attention.

"You cannot do that. My punishment was decided here. If I am to die, I will die on Asgard, nowhere else."

"I never said you will die on Midgard." Odin interjected, his one good eye filled with bitter disappointment.

Loki laughed loudly. "By sending me to Earth you are signing my death sentence!"

"Father I beg you would reconsider, Loki is right. They will kill him." Thor pleaded. Loki rolled his eyes.

Odin stood a little straighter, his face suddenly filled with determination.

"Know your place, Thor." He said harshly. "If the Midgardians decide to give him death… So be it." He whispered, as he raised his staff.

Loki barely had a chance to prepare himself, before he felt an invisible force pulling him away from his prison cell, from his planet, from his home.

"Ms Romanoff, Director Fury is on the telephone. He wishes to speak with you, he claims it is urgent."

Natasha groaned. When Fury said something was urgent, it was never a good sign.

"Thank you, Jarvis. I'll just be a moment." She shot the last few targets with perfect accuracy then jogged over to the phone on the other side of Training room.

"Director?" she asked uncertainly. She never knew what he would ask these days.

"We need you to come in."

"Oh come on! I'm just back!" Damn Fury, and his stupid missions. But something in her gut told her that he was serious.

"Not just you Agent Romanoff. All of you."

Natasha almost dropped the phone in shock.

"Already? What's happened?" her voice lowering with urgency.

She heard Fury sigh. "I've just received word from our favourite Norse God that our least favourite Norse God is going to pay us a visit. He'll be here in about a half an hour.

Natasha swore in Russian. "I'll tell Stark and Steve. Clint's still in Brazil, but I'll give him a call anyway. I'm sure you're able to get Banner? We'll need back up as well, how big is his army this time?"

"You misunderstand me Agent Romanoff. He's a party of one this time. It's our turn to put him on the naughty step. Apparently Asgard's got bored of his silence."

"No shit!" called Tony from a different line. Natasha sighed. Of course he would be listening in. "Reindeer Games is coming? Let me get suited up, I'll be over in five!" Natasha heard the line disconnect, then the sound of Tony charging through the halls chanting "Reindeer Games!" at the top of his lungs. How Pepper deals with him was completely beyond her comprehension.

Placing her gun back in its holster she started dialling the familiar number of Clint Barton.

"Hey, it's me. You'll never believe what Fury's just told me. Remember about a year ago, when a supposedly mythical deity with some daddy issues decided to wage war on our planet?"

She smiled at Clint's gruff voice at the other side of the line.

"How could I forget?"

"He's coming back."

Clint was silent for a few minutes.

"Well, son of a bitch."

They all waited, clearly feeling uncomfortable about the situation. The guy had tried to kill them all. They were in the middle of a dry and sand covered terrain. Their was an uncomfortable silence due to the lack of any wind or even a breeze and no one spoke. It was obvious everyone was looking at the situation in their own mind, but one emotion was clearly mutual. Slight confusion. What exactly did the Asgardians expect them to do with Loki exactly? Natasha stood near Steve pondering over it all. A piece of dried grass crunched under her boot. Basically, they stood in the middle of nowhere waiting for Loki to land. Noticing the hazy light in the starless night sky, she hit Steve's arm, directing his gaze upwards. He nodded.

"I see it, I see it. Stark, you ready?"

"Bring it on, Rogers." Answered Tony's slightly distorted voice, as Ironman lent forward in a defensive position.

As the light began to pick up speed, Natasha was beginning to be able to make out a shape.

"The subject is about to make impact, take cover!" Natasha called before sheltering behind Steve's shield.

A large flash of light later, she peeked over the shield. Loki's tall frame was trying to stand up from the imprint left on the ground. He opened his eyes and groaned at the sight before him.

"I presume you're here to offer me that drink again?" he said weakly, collapsing to the floor again.

"As fun as that sounds Reindeer Games, we're the collection service today." Tony called from inside his suit.

Loki nodded as if this didn't surprise him. He attempted to pick himself up, but collapsed to the ground again.

"Well, I'm afraid I'm incapable of rising to greet you, so… if you would be so kind."

Natasha nodded at the small group of medics who were cowering behind one of the trucks.

"Go on, help the fallen prince."

They went and lifted him gingerly onto a stretcher. As they passed, Loki grabbed Natasha's wrist.

"Fallen king, actually."

"So, what's happening, Fury wasn't to clear." asked Steve as they half walked/ half marched through the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"Neither was Thor. All we know is that Loki wasn't showing any remorse back on Asgard and they were getting fed up of him, so they've sent him back down here, for us to deal with."

Steve stopped up short. "Deal with?"

Natasha nodded. "As in punishment-wise."

Steve flinched. "So heavy on the torture and then a good dose of death?"

"Looks like it."

They stopped walking when a younger agent marched up to them.

"Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers, you are required in the Council room."

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Just us?"

"No, all who were present at the Battle of New York."

Steve and Natasha shared a glance.

"Well that's interesting."

"That's the most stupid-ass thing I've ever heard!" shouted Director Fury at the wall of council members. Natasha silently agreed with him. She probably would have spoken out too, except she was still, even after nine years, wary of the Council. They had tried to deny her a place at S.H.I.E.L.D, claiming that she was most likely still working for the Russians, and they resented her further when she had proven them wrong. The Council didn't like being wrong.

"You want us, to try and convince him to feel some remorse? Loki is a deranged extra-terrestrial with delusions of grandeur. He's not going to feel sorry for what he did; he thinks it's his birth right!" Fury was pacing the rom back and forth as he yelled, which was never a good sign in Natasha's book.

"You know what moves most people to feel remorse? A good 'ol tooth extraction."

"Director Fury this our best- and only- option since we've just received word that the Asgardian Thor will not remain on S.H.I.E.L.D's list of allies if we use the death sentence on his brother.

Fury winced. "That was supposed to remain confidential."

"Meaning we weren't supposed to hear about it." Answered the quiet voice of Bruce Banner as he and Clint entered the room. "Sorry we're late."

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