Forced Restart

chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers, nor have I ever owned Avengers, nor will I ever own Avengers. I'm just borrowing them, and I promise to give them back.

A harsh rapping noise on the glass walls of his cell woke Loki from a troubled sleep. He rose slowly to his feet, contorting his face into a glare for whoever had dared awaken him. As he turned, he saw Stark standing at the near-invisible door, trademark smirk in place.

"Rise and shine, Reindeer Games." He smirked. "You've got a visitor."

Loki's eyes widened slightly at this, his frown deepening.

"I know, I was surprised too" Tony continued, "But apparently, someone wants to see you. Must be your looks." Loki raised an eyebrow at this comment. Stark blushed slightly, as though he hadn't meant to say that, but retained his cocky composure.

"So who is this visitor, hmmm?" Loki sneered "Thor come to convince me I'm a filthy Asgardian?' One of the mortal 'victims,' come to insult me? Or perhaps Odin all father himself, come to mock me?!" By the end of his rant, Loki's blue-green eyes were blown wide and he was panting slightly.

"Nope." Stark said plainly, a bored look on his face. "It's your sister."

"My what?" Loki said, his expression one of annoyed confusion. Before Stark could respond, Thor came thundering into the room.

"Good morning Brother, Man of Iron!" He boomed. Behind him walked a figure wrapped in a dark blue clock, dotted with bright gold spots.

"I'm not your brother." Growled Loki under his breath.

"Who are you, by the way?" Stark asked. At Loki's questioning glance, he explained "There wasn't much time for introductions. She just sorta appeared out of nowhere."

"Nevermind that." The figure said smoothly. It stepped forward, revealing that 'it' was, in fact, a her, and pulled off her hood. "I am Nyx Ragnarok, twin of Loki. I've come to take him back home." Her skin was pale, and her ink black hair was pulled into a braid that fell past her shoulders and disappeared into her cloak. Her eyes were a deep, dark, blue, and upon closer inspection, had flecks of gold deep in them. She seemed almost to blush blue, but a much deeper shade than the tesseract with which her brother was so obsessed. In her right hand she loosely held a wooden rod with runes written up and down its sides. At her neck was a gold collar, with a circle of that same deep blue at its center.

"Funny as it may seem, I'm going to have to keep the most powerful war criminal Earth's ever seen. Sorry for the inconvenience." Stark dismissed.

"Just you?" Nyx inquired, a small smile playing on her lips. "But, no" she said her smile fading. "Loki and I must return home. Contracts are waiting, you know." With a sharp flick of her wand and a flash of blue, the door to Loki's cell snapped open.

"You!" He screamed, leaping forward and tackling Nyx, throwing them both to the floor. His opponent was fast, though, and planted her boot squarely at the center of Loki's ribcage, heaving him over her head. They both scrambled up from the ground to tackle each other again, exchanging punches and scratches, rolling around on the floor. Eventually, Nyx gained the upper hand, straddling Loki and trying to hit him over the head with her rod while he struggled wildly. If he had had any idea why this was happening, Stark probably would have burst out laughing, but as it was, he was quickly calculating how many weapons he could collect in under 30 seconds. Finally, they broke apart, and stood staring at each other, panting slightly. "Of all the insolent, annoying, just plain rude…" Started Loki, but was interrupted by Nyx. "Please, brother. I'm sure that all that's needed is a.. a…" She trailed off, staring at a point beyond Loki's shoulder. She raised a trembling hand, stuttering out "a… ah-a…" Loki turned slowly to look. And what he saw… Was darkness. The moment his head was turned, Nyx raised her rod, and smacked Loki in the side of the head so hard he was sent flying across the room.

"If that's all…" Nyx said, crossing the room to her brother. "I'll be going. We'll be back in a month or so! Depending on how hard I hit him…" WIth these words, the two figures faded then disappeared in a gold flash, just in time for Mjolnir for to fly past where their heads had been and smash through several walls.

"Oops." Thor said sheepishly.

"Well, what now?" Stark asked.

In a rare flash of insight, Thor answered "Now, we wait."

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