This happens somewhere in the Young Avengers Comics and during the first Avengers movie. I wanted to try my hand at writing Kid Loki, only after he's been killed and taken over Ikol. So yeah, this is gonna deal with that and Ikol's guilt, as well as maybe a different ending for the Avengers movie and the Young Avengers comics. Tell me what you think, yeah? Enjoy!

P.S. Forgive any mistakes; it's been a while since I watched the movie or read the comics. :)

"Well, that was rather unexpected."

"Who are you?" Nick Fury demanded. A much younger Nick Fury than Loki was used to dealing with. One who was simply holding a loaded gun to his head instead of firing it. "How did you get here?"

Loki held his hands up in the air and smiled innocently, wide eyes and loose posture to add to the overall effect of making him seem harmless. It probably didn't work fully on Nick Fury or any of the agents surrounding him, but it helped. Especially since none of them seemed to know who he was.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to appear here," Loki said, waggling his fingers. "Do you perhaps know anyone skilled in the art of magic who may be able to help me return home?"

Nick Fury's eyebrows rose so high on his forehead that if he had hair they would have been hidden beneath it. His gun stayed aimed at Loki's head.

"I repeat, who are you and how did you get here?"

Loki considered the best way to answer. He spun and took a glance around the whole room, filled with over ten agents and many computers. If he wasn't mistaken, they were in the Helicarrier. The other agents were all aiming weapons at him as well, including Maria Hill. It seemed fighting his way out and finding his way home on his own was out. While he had no doubt he could beat Maria Hill, he had no desire to spend the time fixing any injuries the skilled agent would no doubt be able to give him. She was a… formidable opponents.

"My name is Loki Odinson," he said finally, looking back to Nick Fury. "And I seem to have accidentally traveled from my dimension to yours. If possible, help returning home would be lovely."

They did not lower their weapons, not that he expected them to. In fact, they seemed more on edge before. So they must have met this dimension's version of him then. Most likely they just hadn't recognized him as a child.

"Loki Odinson is currently in Germany facing off against the Avengers. We have eyes on him. Try again," Nick Fury demanded.

"Well, I did mention being from a different dimension, did I not?" Loki asked rhetorically. "I traveled across the barrier between universes and ended up here instead of in my own universe."

"I'm afraid that doesn't quite cut it," Nick Fury said curtly. "Move."

Loki was obviously meant to be threatened by the gun and go into the hallway, inevitably ending up in a cell. However, that wasn't going to help him get home whatsoever. He couldn't afford to spend time in a cell waiting until they were convinced to send him home, not without putting his plans back home in jeopardy.

"Look," Loki snapped. "I don't have time for any of this. People are in danger back home and I'm the only one who can stop it. I would very much not like my world to end, Fury. If you can't help me, I'll just find someone else who can. Good day."

And then, quite suddenly, Loki felt something cold and metal hit the back of his neck. Before he quite knew what was happening, electricity shocked him, arcing through his body, making his vision swim and his mouth taste like copper.

"Wake up," a voice demanded coldly. "Now."

Loki groaned and blinked slowly.

"Ow, that smarts," he managed to say through the pain in his mouth. It still tasted like copper. "I rather dislike getting electrocuted."

"Then maybe you shouldn't have appeared in a room full of highly trained agents with weapons capable of injuring you," the voice said snidely.

Loki sat up and glared at the ghostly figure in the room. "No one asked you."

"Well, I'm here anyway, aren't I? And whose fault is that? You're the one who killed me, after all."

"Shut up," Loki commanded. "I don't have time to deal with you."

"Hey, I don't just appear," his previous self argued, holding up his hands. "I'm your guilty conscious."

"Well go away then. I don't want to deal with you right now. I need to get home."

"Why, so you can betray your friends?"

"They're not my friends," Loki scoffed. "They are a means to an end. That's it."

"If you say so," his previous self said dubiously.

With that he disappeared, leaving Loki alone in the cell, for it was obviously a cell. Loki had none of his knives on him anymore. Which also meant he had none of his lock picks that were attached to the knives. He didn't want to use magic yet and give away his hand. So the best option was probably staying put and waiting for someone to come and interrogate him.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. Probably only a few hours at the most before an unnamed agent came to fetch him, cuffing his wrists and leading him to an empty interrogation room. Loki took a seat on the chair facing the mirror, which obviously had people behind it watching him, most likely the Avengers. Fury had mentioned them earlier.

The agent left and a moment later Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, entered.

"Ah, hello, Ms. Romanoff," Loki said brightly. "Lovely to see you."

"You as well," she replied cooly, not at all bothered by the fact that he knew her name. "And what might your name be?"

"Loki Odinson, but you already knew that, so perhaps we could skip the pleasantries and instead get down to business," he said quickly. "I am from a different dimension, one that is in danger. I would like to return there as quickly as possible."

"I'm afraid we can't just let you go, but you know that, don't you?" Loki didn't bother answering such an obviously rhetorical question. "First we have to confirm you mean no harm, who you actually are, and then if you're telling the truth about being from a different dimension."

"As I expected. Can you simply ask Scarlet Witch, perhaps? She's quite good at telling if someone is telling the truth or not and would be able to confirm my story about being from a different dimension," Loki offered.

"I'm afraid we don't have her on hand at the moment," Black Widow said.

"So you don't know her in this universe yet, that or she doesn't exist," Loki confirmed. "I suspected so, otherwise Fury would have called her at the first sign of someone coming from a different dimension."

"You are very smart," she observed, sitting down across from him, posture relaxed. Loki didn't fall for it. She was still one of the deadliest people he would ever meet, in this dimension or his own.

"I should think so; I am quite a few years older than you," he said.

"And how old are you, Mr. Odinson?" she asked.

"In human terms of biology or chronology?" he asked cheekily.

"Let's start with biologically," she said dryly.

"Then I am somewhere around thirteen, I believe. You know how it is," he added. "It's hard to keep track after so many years."

"Who were you talking to?" she asked. "After you woke up."

Loki froze and felt the blood drain from his face. But it wouldn't do to give anything away and he was a liesmith after all. A silvertongue. A trickster.

"I believe I would like to continue this conversation at a different time. Is my brother here?"

She looked at him curiously, but let it go. He had no doubt that it would come up later, but that was for later, not now. Now was the time to find Thor. He would be much easier to manipulate than the others here. And he would help to convince them to let him go.

"Thor, yes?" she asked. Loki nodded once. "He's here. He hasn't been made aware of the situation regarding you yet. I'll send someone for him and he can confirm your claims."

"That would be wonderful," Loki agreed.

She left the room, closing the door gently. Loki kept his hands in the cuffs, though he knew they would be simple to break or open with magic. Better to let them think he was a compliant child rather than a rule-breaking oaf like his brother.

"Too afraid to let anyone know what you did to me?" his previous self asked viciously. "Is it because you know that once you tell them you killed me and took over my body they won't be nearly as kind, Thor won't be kind?"

"Shut up," Loki muttered, careful to keep his face away from the camera and mirror and his voice quiet enough to not be picked up by the microphones throughout the interrogation room.

"Do I make you uncomfortable? Who's fault is that?"

"You're not real. You only exist in my head," Loki whispered, closing his eyes to avoid seeing the ghostly figure.

"Or am I? You create things out of nothing. How do you know I'm not one of those things? Or that deep down you need me to keep you sane and that's why you made me?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Loki repeated, still mindful of getting caught.

"If you insist," his previous self said. "Thor's here anyway. I'm sure seeing him will make you feel bad too. It'll be the first time you've seen him since you killed me, won't it?"

"Shut up," Loki said, one last time. He opened his eyes and his previous self was gone, leaving him alone once again.

A moment later the door to the cell opened, revealing Black Widow and his brother, Thor. And while this wasn't his brother, this younger and more innocent Thor, he was still Thor, who no matter what version would always be Loki's older brother, a pain in his side older brother.

"Loki!?" Thor exclaimed, looking stricken. "But… you are locked in a cell. You wouldn't be capable of magic from this far away with your powers hampered like that."

"Hello, brother," Loki said carefully, using the wide smile his previous self had used so often when seeing Thor. "I believe I have much to tell you."

"How can this be?" Thor murmured, slumping into the seat across from Loki.

"He claims to be from a different dimension," Black Widow explained.

"Another universe?" Thor repeated. "Where you are but a child."

"I'm not a child," Loki snapped, feeling an annoyance coming from somewhere, though he wasn't sure where.

"Is that so?" Thor asked. "I doubt it."

"I am not, Thor," he snarled.

"Well, whatever you say, it is good to see you like this, young and carefree again," Thor said. "Innocent."

"I am far from innocent, Thor," Loki laughed.

"But aren't we all?"

"You are more philosophical than I am used to. What did father use to beat some common sense into your head here?"

"I have my moments, rare they may be," Thor replied. "Now, what is your story, brother?"

"It is a long one, brother. One I am sure you will be quite bored by. Suffice it to say that in an attempt to save the world from a monster a… friend let loose, I have accidentally brought myself here," Loki said. "To this world which my alternate self appears to want to take over." Loki wrinkled his nose. "Though I can't imagine why. Midgard is quite an annoying place to deal with most times. I myself would never want to rule it."

"I am not sure why Loki has chosen to either," Thor sighed. "He is hurt, after finding out a lie our father told the both of us."

"You mean about being a half-giant?" Loki asked. "Half-Frost Giant, I suppose is the proper terminology."

"You know?" Thor asked, truly looking shocked.

"Of course I do," Loki replied.

"I hate to interrupt whatever you two have going on here, but Thor, can you confirm this is Loki and that he is telling the truth about being from an alternate dimension?" Black Widow asked sharply.

"Of course I can," Thor said. "Loki could not cast such a complex spell while being restrained, and if you tell me right, from the distance he was when the boy first appeared. Other dimensions exist, though I can't claim much knowledge of them. You may be better off to seek a Midgardian scientist who knows more about it in order to send him home."

"I'll tell Fury. Thor, you watch him until he's free."

Thor nodded firmly.

"Now brother, tell me about your world. You recognized me, so I must not look too different. Were you born later than in this world? Is that why you are so young and yet unsurprised by the mortals?" Thor asked eagerly.

"Something like that," Loki agreed, unsure why. It wasn't like he couldn't tell the truth. He would never see this Thor again. But something kept him from describing the murder of his previous self and the actions he made before his reincarnation. He wasn't ashamed of them, but telling Thor would only hinder getting home.

That was what he told himself, at least. He ignored the little voice that whispered of his guilt.

"And do you like your friends? Are they kind?" Thor asked.

"They are mortals," Loki said. "One of them is a girl who dislikes me very much; I believe she wishes to kill me, though I am not sure why. She also comes from a different dimension. Another is an alien prince. Two of them are twins, one with great gifts in magic and another with speed not even and Asgardian possesses. Another is a young woman who shoots the bow with deadly accuracy. The last is an alien named Noh-Varr."

"Are you sure the girl doesn't like you?" Thor teased.

Loki shuddered. "I most certainly hope not! She is disgusting. And also lesbian, I am guessing, though she hasn't said anything to me."

Loki was saved from having to say anything more by the timely arrival of Black Widow.

"You're free to go, kid, but stay nearby me, got it?" she asked menacingly.

"Yes, ma'am," Loki said, giving her a loose salute and winking.

She led them through hallways that all looked the same and past agents who also were fairly indistinguishable from one another.

"May I have my knives back?" Loki asked.

"No."

"I'll need them before going home."

"No."

"What if I-"

"If you ask again you're going back in a cell. No. Knives."

"Fine," Loki muttered. "May I have food then? With ketchup?"

"Ketchup?" she asked, sounding amused. In fact, Loki was fairly sure she was laughing at him.

"It is a most wonderous condiment," Loki said seriously.

"I'm sure we can find something for you," she said. "In here."

Loki stepped in front of her and entered what was quite obviously a lab. In it were others he recognized. Iron Man, Captain America, and the Hulk.

"Who's the mini-Loki?" Iron Man asked warily, yet somehow still sounding completely casual, as if he dealt with people from other dimensions daily. Then again, for all Loki knew of this world, he might.

"This is Loki," Black Widow said. Loki watched them, feeling amusement bubble at how they tensed. "He's from another dimension. He's thirteen and is trying to save his world, which is how he got here."

"Well, that's unexpected," Iron Man finally said.