Please watch Avengers and Thor before reading this.

This story is basically my imagination of what I believe Loki was thinking about before Natasha started talking to him. It was written as stress relief from revision so I'm not really sure if it's any good or not.

Plain text is present, italics is memories.

Loki stood, alone in his prison. Admittedly it had been made for someone else but he was the current threat. Still the plan had been to lure them into a false sense of security, he still wasn't entirely sure if that had worked. He sighed as he walked back and forth across the prisons floor waiting for someone to come and attempt to question him. The only person he feared coming was Thor, not because he was scared of the God but because his lies and tricks would not work on him. They knew each other too well. That was the problem. Loki also knew when Thor was lying, and he had not been when he said those cursed words. "We all did". Those three words would not leave his brain. Why couldn't Thor have been clearer, every one of his "family" or everyone on Asgard? He prayed it was the former, he didn't want them to mourn. He didn't want anything off any of them, especially her. Where were those damned mortals with their questions? He needed a distraction before the memories came. But still no one came and his mind became a victim of the memories.

Loki was walking through the halls of the Asgardian palace. He was heading slowly towards the room in which he knew that his brother and his friends would be. The light was beginning to die outside and now was the time when the two Asgardian princes and friends would meet to relax, to laugh, to just be themselves before appearing before the people as the princes, warriors and the lady that they were excepted to be. Of course Loki just referred to the warriors and the lady as friends because it was the easiest way to describe his relationship with them. He knew they hated him, or so he believed.

"Loki" a call came from behind him. He paused, it was ether his mother or Lady Sif, no other woman would have the nerve to not use his full title but those two. Sure enough when he turned it was Lady Sif.

"Lady Sif" he said calmly with a slight bow of his head.

"Must you always be so formal? I have received good news, after the incident with the Bilgesnipe you father has agreed to allow me to join accompany you and the others on journeys to the other realms" Sif said, an excited grin covering her face.

"Congratulations, you deserve it" Loki said, and he meant it. He didn't admire many people but Sif was one of them. He'd seen her fight, she was one of the bravest people he knew, and he knew a lot of people.

"Wow, that was more than the usual two syllables" Sif teased before gently hugging the prince. He froze at the action, not because he was angry at her but because he had always assumed that she had hated him. "I'm sorry" she said as she pulled away, realising what she had done.

"I thought you hated me" Loki confessed, he said it quietly, his emerald eyes veiled from her.

"You thought that? Loki you are as much of a friend to me as Thor and the others are." His eyes instantly meet hers and a small smile flittered onto his lips.

"Have you told the others?" he asked, moving the subject away from his emotions.

"No, are you coming?"

"Yes of course."

"Any advice for these journeys?" she asked, her smile radiating from her.

"Do exactly what Thor says unless I think he is wrong" Loki replied, she laughed before pushing open the doors into the meeting room.

Loki dug his nails so deeply into the palms of his hands that he almost drew blood. It was enough to block out the memory of her. Why, why did she have to look at him with kindness? If he could just block her out. He looked at the camera, daring them to come and talk to him. Surely they had questions for him so why did they not come? Anything they put him through would be better than the torture his mind was imposing on him.

"Thor what are you doing?" Loki asked again. His brother was obviously planning something, he just didn't know what.

"It is nothing you need to worry about brother" Thor replied, picking up his prized hammer.

"You could tell me now, or I could follow you and bother you until I find out" Loki said, leaning against the pillar. Thor chuckled.

"You are persistent, I was merely going to go through the gates and see what one of the other realms looks like" Thor replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world rather than something that was basically forbidden. Loki did the only thing that felt right and slapped his brother. "What was that for?"

"I was afraid you were hysterical" Loki replied calmly.

"I am not, I am utterly serious. Are you coming with me?" Thor asked.

"Going where?" Hogun asked from the doorway. As always the others were with him.

"My friends! I am planning to take a small trip through the gates, and Loki is merely worried" Thor explained.

"Loki, that didn't make you sound like a girl at all" Fandral teased.

"It's what's on the other side that worries me" Loki explained, rubbing his temples from the headache he could feel coming.

"What's on the other side?" Sif asked, her hand instinctively reaching for her weapon.
"I don't know", that's why it worries me. He wants to just go through the gates and see another realm" At this point Sif clipped the thunder God's ear, even she had not thought that he could be such an idiot.

"What is with everyone hurting me today?" Thor asked, rubbing his now throbbing ear.

"You are being a fool" Hogun said simply. Thor sighed in annoyance before sitting on the step.

"Are you feeling well friend? It is not like you to give up so easily" Volstagg asked, by now he and the others had all found a comfortable position in the room.

"Against Loki and Hogun? I have no chance, the former will just argue me into submission and the latter will ignore me" Thor explained, however he sounded light hearted and they knew he wasn't angry. Bored perhaps. Before long the conversation went to their latest battle. Loki had returned to leaning against the pillar, Sif stood the other side.

"You seem worried" she whispered to him.

"Bad dreams, it means nothing" he replied, glad that the others couldn't hear.

"I hope that's all it is" she said, her hand gently touched his arm before she moved down to sit by Thor. Loki couldn't explain the pang he felt in his heart, he shouldn't have been surprised by her actions. In the end she would always go to Thor.

It was then this Loki wished he was not being watched by the SHEILD agents. He wanted nothing more to slam his fist into the hard glass in order to numb the pain in his heart. Sif was his enemy. She had been all his life. The kindness she had pretended to show him had been that, nothing more than make believe. Pity because he was Thor's younger brother. He loathed her for it, for everything she had ever done.

Suddenly he stopped pacing, a small smile brushed his lips. At last one of his captors had arrived.

"Not many people can sneak up on me" he commented as he turned. She had been one. The red haired woman stood there. She looked angry at him, of course the bow man. What had he called her? Natasha? Natasha Romanov? Yes, now he remembered.

"But you figured I'd come" Natasha replied, her gaze was icy.

"After all the torments Fury can concoct you would appear as a friend, and I would cooperate" Loki smiled to himself, mortals were predictable.

"I want to know what you've done with Agent Barton"

"I'd say I've expanded his mind" he tormented, this was hurting her but he didn't care. For at that moment there was something about her that reminded him of Sif.

"And once you've won, once you're King of the mountain, what happens to his mind?"

"Is this love, Agent Romanov?" He asked with a slight sneer.

"Love is for children, I owe him a debt" Natasha replied.

"Tell me" he replied as he sat on the seat in the prison. He didn't ask because he wanted to know. Barton had already told him. He asked so that he could his thoughts. He hadn't asked her about love, he had asked himself. He may have despised Sif but was it a defensive, a defensive for what he truly felt? No, he could not love her. Not after their last meeting.

The shock had been apparent as soon as she realised that it was him, and not Odin that sat on the throne. That was to be expected, the others were shocked too. They had each knelt without orders. Yet they asked for Thor's return. Did they not realise that he was attempting to wipe out a threat and Thor's return would merely prevent that. He cared for his "brother" but nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted. To be an equal. She had stood at his words, anger covering her face. He didn't know what she would have done if Hogun and Fandral had not grabbed her arms. He dismissed them, not wanting to look at them, no her, anymore. The warriors four walked off but Sif paused and held his gaze. That's what struck him to the core. He wanted her to look at him with hatred. To make her finally reveal her lies and prove that she hated him. Instead her eyes showed betrayal. He'd betrayed her, betrayed her trust. She turned and followed her friends. They would go after Thor, to bring him back. He didn't care, it gave him an excuse to kill her and stop the emotions she made him feel. To stop her witchcraft.

Loki tuned back into the end of what Natasha was saying. They wanted him to be a monster, he could see it in their eyes. They didn't want to understand him, they just wanted an enemy. Fine, he would release his monster. His emotions when he learnt of his father's betrayal would smother all others and he would finally forget about that Asgardian witch.

Love? How could he love a witch?

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There may or may not be a part two of his return to Asgard after the film ends.