Author's Note: Yeah, yeah, I have two still going stories I still need to finish; don't hassle me. I'll get them done eventually, but I had this one on my computer half done so I just decided to post it. I plan maybe one or two more chapters. of this one This one is just a brief story that wouldn't leave me alone until it was written.

Edit: I've edited the chapter and added a cover picture. The cover picture was done by me.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers.

Loki was to put it simply, unhappy. His brief collaboration with Dr Doom ended horribly; well... at least for Loki. The green eyed god stood in a tense leaning position on wall of a ally (which smelt of cigarettes and urine); listening to the sounds of destruction. His cape was smoldering from darkened section.
Doom promised him aid in defeating the Avengers. He had gotten it, until one of Dooms pathetic bot's deemed him an enemy and attacked him with Victor's voice mocking him from the from a speaker. It also really didn't help that Loki's mood that his favor to Doom was to enhance the bots with magic to make them faster, stronger and most of all; impervious to both magic and the Avenger's abilities. Definitely not one of the green eyed god's best ideas.

It irked Loki enough to try and aid the Avengers in getting rid of the bots. He would have left it to the heroes, but after watching an hour of their fight; Loki observed that the Avengers were just too incompetent to do so.

Undoing a spell was on a far different level than casting it; it needed an especially long incantation and it sapped much of the power of the caster. Loki did know how to do all those things (With great skill), but… there were multiple doombots; all perfectly enchanted. (Because anything less than perfect wouldn't do for a perfectionist like Loki.) Taking out only one's enchantments would take its toll upon him, but more would take too much of his strength and Loki could image the Avengers would take great pleasure in taking him down in a weakened state even when he used his strength to help them in the first place. (They were a bunch of ungrateful louts)

There wasn't too many but their enchanted bodies made them indestructible and rather powerful, but of course Loki knew he could take a hit from one of Victor's robots. Like the puny human could take down a god with any of his abominations.
Of course there was another threat, the Avengers where all on the scene and they were still pretty angry over the alien army, aka the world takeover attempt and the many fits of mischief Loki had done since his escape from Asgard. Loki guessed that Stark really didn't enjoy the modifications Loki has added to his tower, the captain really didn't like his suit changed to the colours red, yellow and black to match another Midgardian country, and lastly, Loki didn't think the beast didn't like being turned hot pink. And there was the possibility that the Avengers would automatically blame Loki for the enchantments on the doombots. It was his doing, but being blamed for everything like some sort of puppy who leaked on the floor was getting a bit old.

Loki's theory was to be proven correct as he heard the yells of the Avenger's from the nearby ruckus. Even over the sounds of battle, Loki could hear Thor's horribly loud voice blabbering something about 'Loki being adopted.' Loki seethed with anger for a moment before letting his emerald eyes move from the alley to watch part of the city being decimated. Doombots were shooting everything and the Avengers had extremely frustrated expressions on their faces that humored Loki greatly. They certainly were not happy campers.

Buildings and hotdog stands were suffering the consequences just as much as the battered Stark; whose new paint job on his suit was tarnished immensely and for once, Thor's usually neat blonde hair was soot covered and stained with crimson due to a cut on his forehead. Their attacks did nothing to the doombots, they bounced off without any sight of damage; even the hulks excessive smashing couldn't break any of the doombots; that was definitely a echantment Loki planned to use upon himself during their next confrontation. (The stupid beast put his back out for a few days after his last ragdoll session, so preventing that was something on Loki's evil to-do list.) Loki could barely stifle a smirk at the heroes failure, but he couldn't the Avengers be defeated yet, because they were his playthings after all.
But, Loki other cause for action was mostly due to the fact Doom had used him and he was to suffer much for that very reason. (Doom would get his toys pummeled by the heroes then perhaps, Loki would personally teleport those said heroes to Doom door step for a play-date.)

Unlike the Avengers, Loki had a working knowledge of this batch of doombot's technologies (From his spying in the Avenger's tower, he learned that the different technology even frustrated Stark) and he knew magic better than anyone on this worthless planet. The protective barrier was not the same all around; against the Midgardian's beliefs of magic being an unlimited force; barriers needed a point where the magic starts and connects to the object it is protecting. From there the barrier would create a sort of protective bubble to all of the connected parts of the subject. The certain piece of the barrier could easily be broken through with the assistance of seidr and what remained of the barrier would dissipated and beings of flesh would be unprotected, but, in the doombots case, if electricity was cut off, the magic would collapse upon itself mostly due to the fact the seidr was feeding of the raw electric energy; and the barriers could only be taken out with magic. If Doom knew that before hand, Loki doubted he would try betraying him since Loki was pretty much the only one that could ruin his ridiculous destroyer lookalikes.

Of course he first he needed a disguise to not face extermination from the Avengers, he also needed to be not sensed or noticed by the doombots so it took him only seconds to think of flawless plan. Loki let his body shrink to a extremely small size and within seconds, he saw the world through slitted pupils. Being as vain as he was; Loki just had to stop at a puddle of water that pooled in the Midgardians uneven streets to make sure his transformation went through completely. (Being half a cat wouldn't work on not-being-seen plan.)

He marveled at the reflection even though the sounds of battle roared in his long and sensitive ears. His fur was coloured the same raven's feathers, hues of blue danced in the limited light of the alley. Loki's eyes were still a brilliant emerald green, but they were different due to the different pupils. His petite feline face twisted into humanlike smirk showing off needle-like white teeth.

He was pleased by the effectiveness of this transformation but Loki still thought his was missing something. He thought of it once he added a plain gold band wrapping around it his neck; it looked as the one that he worn with his armor. It was not effective armer, but Loki's strong sense of vanity could only be sated by this. For good measure he even let a small hole grace the center of the collar to mimic the ones worn by Midgardian dogs or occationally cats. He was no dog thought, he was a more sleek domestic pet; his slender form showed that along with his gorgeous obsidian fur. He was simply a normal Felis catus; a domestic cat.

Loki had read about the slight Midgardian creatures with interest during his stay on Midgard when he wasn't in the midst of mischief. It especially fascinated him when he read about cats. In the Midgardian mythology they were beasts that allied themselves with witches and the black furred ones were highly discriminated against. On Asgard they were the noble and beautiful creatures who pulled Freyja, the goddess of fertility's chariot. (On Asgard they were larger though.) Loki couldn't help but admire this form.

Loki stopped his narcissism as soon as he was done searching his reformed body for flaws. His paws were quiet on the cement as he walked out of the alley. The destruction was still going on at impressive pace and the Avengers seemed to be tiring of the fight; they didn't at all seem to be any good with endurance; if the chitauri lasted for longer Loki may have won. It was a humorous thought, but it wasn't one for now. Loki needed to show Doom that he would no longer side with such a backstabbing mortal, even with the chance of ridding himself of the nuisance of the Avengers.

Loki was sprinting along the ravaged streets as a small black streak; he moved in confusing zigzags to make it so he would less likely become the target of a heat seeking blast. He was nearing the back side of a doombot, he was unnoticed by the machine since both its faceplate and weapons were directed to Barton who was shooting at it at a distance. Loki was now close enough to touch the protected metal of the bot's foot. The area where he had bound the barrier was in the crotch area; it was extremely crude, but Loki at the time thought it to be the best place. It was after all a fairly easy place to reach, even at the height he was currently at as a petite feline.

Loki jumped and used a spark of magic to weaken the barrier without much difficulty. Loki passed into the barrier and put one of his current form's ideal weapons to use; his claws. He let the familiar green glow of his magic cover the sharp weapons; they extended with pure magic as a weapon instead of the thin keratin. The magic stopped the flow of electricity so he wouldn't be electrocuted and the barrier faded as soon as the power was cut (It was slashed through quickly; magic worked better than any x acto-knife); the doombot was still 'alive,' but it was no longer protected. Loki released the bot and went into action. Loki was moving from doombot to doombot; he managed to take out each of the barriers manually. (He protected himself from the Avenger's prying eyes with a distortion spell which made him look like a black smudge rather than an animal.)

Loki gave snigger, but in his current form of a feline it sounded more like a odd hiss. The Avengers seemed to just notice that some of the robots were now able to be destroyed and they were yelling words and making strange noises of a triumphant nature. It was like they thought they were doing all the work and that they deserved all the victory. Loki wondered bitterly how they were able beat him with their limited intelligence. (They all were like Thor with his moto of whenever something can't be done, hit it with a hammer.)

Loki was still busy with taking down the barriers when he noticed the blonde figure of Thor in battle with a doombot. What caught his eye wasn't the battle, but the second doombot just behind the blonde figure, charging a weapon. Loki didn't think as he let a loud cry come from his mouth; it was supposed to be a regal roar much like one of Midgard's lions, but he didn't get there at all. It sounded more like an ear piercing scream of a yowl.

That got Thor to look his way and see the doombot just behind him; with the warning Thor managed to dodge the blast and let his eyes settling at the small black animal. The distortion spell didn't work when someone was alerted to the casters presence. Loki turned away and ran from Thor's sight, just to keep up the illusion of his being a timid animal rather than… something else. As soon as Thor's attention went back to the battle, Loki continued dispatching the barriers. There were only a few left now with magic protection, Loki's green eyes counted them quickly. He dispatched two more with ease when he heard a bellow.

"Little beast! Watch out!" It was the blonde fool. Loki turned his head only to have his eyes widen in surprise. It was swirling white light heading his way at an incredibly speed. He was caught like a deer in the head lights. Loki could image Dr Doom laughing at him and gloating as his body was consumed with white fire.

Loki opened his eyes at a pathetic speed. His head hurt, his legs hurt, his- well everything hurt. His mind played back the previous events in his head. Loki's guess that he probably was recognized and captured by the heroes, even thought he was aiding them. (Ungrateful idiots.) The Avengers only looked at one side of the story and it was claimed to be the side of 'good' (Which the green eyed god was not often on.) and of course there was the fact most of them generally didn't like Loki. (Barton still continued to be rather angry due to the mind-control incident.)

His eyes opened fully at last when he saw something that confused him. It was something long and black in front of his face. Loki raised a hand to prod at it, but he saw nothing but a dark, furry paw that was wrapped with a contrasting bandage, rather than the pale hand he had expected.

He hadn't changed back even thought he was knocked unconscious by that blast. (Doom seemed to have improve his doombots; before their blasts would leave a black layer of soot and a pissed off god) His bright eyes quickly went to search the room; it was an extremely dreary room. All of it was painted a blinding shade of white. There was something as Loki identified as a sink and cabinet; unlike the blonde oaf, he had bothered learning the names of Midgardian objects and their functions.

It was strange, why was he in such an alien place? His question was answered as conversation could be heard outside. "….is fine."

"Really? It took quite a hit."

"I don't believe this 'cat' is something from our world, Mr. Stark, due to its enhanced healing rate."

"Really? That's big for science! We could use this cat attempt to better the human race!" The voice seemed to take on an excited tone.

"We could run some tests and-"

"No, I owe the little beast a debt for saving me; I will let it do as it wishes." Loki could easily tell who what speaking from the excessively loud volume.

"Thorrrr! Think of what this can do for humanity! Let's just cut open the little bastard and-"

"No."

The door finally opened and Loki was staring face to face with the blonde oaf, Stark and the human counterpart of the beast; he didn't care enough to remember his name. Loki managed to give them the best glare he could in such a non-expressive form.

"Is the cat glaring at us?" Tony asked moving closer to Loki; feeling displeased Loki growled and his ears followed suit flattening to his head. "It seems not to like me much." Stark had that stupid grin on his face, it only irritated Loki more. Loki started to think of how effective his new claws would be on mortal skin.

"You were just talking about dissecting him Tony; I don't think he would like you much because of that." The beast was calm in this form, but Loki knew it took but a second for him to transform into a green monster. Loki let his fur bristle and he backed away as the beast moved closer.

"He doesn't like you either," Tony laughed. While Loki was busy focusing on the other two, Thor managed to grab him around his middle and pick Loki up. He hissed and Loki attempted to bite the meaty arm holding him, but it was without results on the oaf's mood; Loki also detested on how the idiot tasted like sweat and blood. Thor had a big grin on his face and he petted Loki a little too roughly.

"Let's take the little beast to the tower, he can live with us!" The blonde oaf said enthusiastically; Loki hissed; has the brute taken a blow to the head recently? Living in Starks tower as a pet would be nothing but humiliation and… and… it was perfect; Loki could be granted access to the Avengers area of operation. He could probably mess up Stark's tower; mess with the Avenger's minds and even gain secret information. It was flawless- other than having to be the Avenger's pet and being around the stupid brute for an extended amount of time.

Loki cast his intelligent green eyes to the two mortal Avengers; they seemed to be pondering, probably to convince Thor that the feline would most likely attempt to smother him in his sleep. (Which Loki was actually considering.) "This isn't a good idea-" Stark was trying to convince Thor of not keeping the most likely flea infested creature.

"He has warned me of attack! I must repay the little beast!"

"You yelled at the cat to warn him already! Isn't that enough?"

"The blast still made contact."

"Plus just look at his eyes! Its looks like he's staring into my soul with those. Don't you guys find that creepy? Image those eyes staring at you from you're bedside. Image those eyessss-" Tony said.

"I find his eyes beautiful, it reminds me of Asgard." Loki frozen at the comment, did the fool see through the sedr?

"It reminds me of the brilliant coloured landscape in Asgard where all the leaves glimmer with life, rather than your plant life which looks to be dying a long and slow death in comparison."

"I'm glad to see you are so fond of Earth." Stark's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Bruce, help!"

What the beast said surprised Loki, "The cat has a strange healing ability and resistance against pain, and I'm interested to study the creature to see if it was a onetime thing or a mutation."

"So you're siding against me."

"Yep."

Stark gave an exasperated sigh as he turned his attention back to Thor. "The little bugger can stay but your cleaning up after him Thor, I'll see if I can get you a cage for it too." Loki curled his lip in disgust as he listened to Stark's words. Oh yes, Stark will regret those words.