Heyyyy! I decided to write a story about, well, you'll find out. I'm not sure if I should make this a collection of stories about Loki in captivity, it all depends on if people review (hint, hint). I do not own any of the characters in this story, nor do I own the setting. Heck, I don't even own the song. It all belongs to Marvel, except the song which belongs to Les Mis... yeah...

Enjoy~

***Loki Can't Stay Still***

Chapter 1: I Dreamed A Dream

Natasha Romanova paced outside of the white cell. She was filled with a slight unease, which was perfectly acceptable for anyone left in charge of guarding the God of Mischief. Still, her exterior remained as stoic as always.

The Black Widow's gaze shifted once more toward the man—er, Asgardian—sitting in the center of the cell. He was on his knees and was staring solemnly into his hands resting in his lap. Natasha felt the anxiety building up inside of as each minute passed that Loki remained in that position. Finally, Black Widow decided to call the Avengers into the room.

As soon as the rest of the Avengers had filed through the door, Loki began to move. He lifted up his head and stared as some point in the distance with woe-filled eyes, as if he was remembering something. With a shaking and shockingly feminine voice, he spoke.

"There was a time when men where kind, When voices were soft, And their words inviting. There was a time when love was blind, And the world was a song, And the song was exciting. There was a time, Then it all went wro-o-o-ong."

The Avengers all shared a glance. Natasha could swear that she had heard that before. She began to remember a place she had visited once with Clint, a theatre, a play. She looked over at Hawkeye and a shared look of realization passed over both of their faces. Oh. My. God.

The Norse God's voice rang clear and melodic. "I dreamed a dream in time gone by-y-y-y-y, When hope was high and life worth living." Tony Stark let out a poorly disguised snicker. Thor and Captain America were both wide-eyed with curiosity, and Bruce Banner seemed to be taking mental notes on the sanity of the captive god. And both Agents Barton and Romanoff had returned to their stone-faced composure.

"I dreamed that love would never die. I dreamed that God would be forgiving."

Black Widow had to admit, though, that he had a damn good voice. Even if it was that of a woman's.

Slowly the God of Mischief rose to his feet. "When I was young and unafraid, And dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be paid, No song unsung, No wine untasted." Bittersweet tears filled his eyes. He captured the total attention of almost all the Avengers—Tony had pulled his Iron Man mask on and was snorting with laughter.

Loki's voice changed key. "But the tigers come and night, With their voices soft as thunder. As they tear your hope apart, And they turn your dream to sha-a-a-a-AAAMEE!" Loki's voice grew louder, higher, and more beautiful. The laughter no longer came from inside of the Iron Man suit, and even Black Widow had difficulty keeping a look of awe off of her face.

The God of Mischief had tears in his eyes, but he continued to sing, "He slept a summer by my side, He filled my days with endless wonder. He took my childhood in his stride, But he was gone when autumn came." Tears fell freely from Loki's eyes as a glorious passion filled his voice, "And still I dream he'll come to me, That we will live the years together. But there are dreams that cannot be, And there are storms we cannot weather!"

With a considerable amount of effort, Natasha willed herself not cry. Loki's voice was so beautiful, so inspiring, that the other members of the Avengers with less self-control than her had looks of wonder plastered on their faces. Even Hawkeye seemed to be struggling.

Tears, emotion, and voice all combined in harmony as Loki belted out the rest of the song. "I had a dream my life would be, So different from this hell I'm living. So different now, from what it seemed!" Grief appeared to overwhelm the Asgardian as he sunk back onto his knees. His head fell forward, and a tear ran down his nose as he sung, "Now life has killed the dream I dreamed…"

The last note lasted so long with such splendor that Natasha couldn't fight the tear that escaped and rolled down her cheek. Clint Barton tried to remain calm, but was trembling, and Bruce Banner was clapping softly. Captain America had already broken down crying at the beauty of the song and Thor was shouting "BRAVO!" over and over again. Sniveling noises were coming from inside the Iron Suit. Somewhere else in the aircraft Nick Fury, who had been watching and listening through the cameras and microphones in Loki's cell, had water welled up in his one good eye. All of the people on the ship that had heard Loki's song were holding each other and sobbing.

Loki glanced up and upon seeing the state of the Avengers, smiled his wicked grin. He stood up, bowed, and snapped his fingers. He vanished and reappeared behind the Avengers. They were too filled with emotions to do anything but stare as he walked down the hallway toward his freedom. However, he was promptly tackled by Maria Hill, whose stony heart had remained unaffected by Loki's performance.

Hoped you liked it! If you did, please review and I might continue...