Hi there! This story is rated "T" for language and violence and paranoia :P .

This is also my first superhero fanfic! So, I'm really excited about it because it's about my favorite supervillain, Loki *screams* Okay, now that I got my inner fangirl out, it's time for the disclaimers...

Location: Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr.'s office of mass conquest.

Mission: Copyright of "The Avengers"

Result: Failed

Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr.: "That's not right! I've conquered both Disney and Marvel! So I own every- *enters the Avengers* Gotta go! *races out the door* "HELP!"

Disclaimer: As you can see, Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr. and I own nothing expect for my ownership of Jackie and a few other OCs

Darth Loki Jr. Jr.: "And I own a paperclip!"

Sherlock109: *sighs*

Special Thanks to my Beta, Kipp Antonymous Warner. I couldn't have done this without You.

Darkness. That was all Loki Laufeyson could see. No sunlight nor candle penetrated the blackness surrounding the god of mischief. It was so dark that he didn't know whether his eyes were opened or closed, for all he saw was nothing. Bound by his shackles, Loki shifted in pain. Each limb was chained towards the corners of his dark stone cell, making his body an "X" shape. Since Odin had placed a spell on him that allowed him to live without eating, Loki was starving yet not dying. He also had a suspicion that the guards tightened his bonds more than what was necessary. And on top of his punishment, he could not talk, since they placed a lock on his mouth. He didn't even have his own voice to entertain himself!
Behind his muzzle, Loki yawned. How much longer would he have to endure this? He knew there were far worse punishments than this, but still! If time didn't kill him, boredom would.

Trying to amuse himself, Loki pondered upon past events. It had been two years since the invasion of New York. Two years since the defeat of the Chitauri Army. Two years since the birth of the Avengers. Two years since he was free. The god of Mischief growled in frustration. His anger and hatred had grown so much stronger since the Avengers had captured him. During his solitude, he had planned each Avengers' demise. A hidden smile crept onto Loki's lips. First, he thought, I will trick Nick Fury into sending the Avengers into my trap. Then, he will live with the thought that he brought about the destruction of the Avengers till I slay him. Then, I'll force Captain America to watch most of his comrades die one by one, and after he sees that he was unable to save them, I'll crack his skull with his ruddy shield and watch him die in disgrace. Of course, I will gain control over Hawkeye's mind and make him torture and kill Black Widow. Just before her last breath, I will release Hawkeye, so he may witness his horrific work while I stab him with his arrow. Next, I will send a virus into that Iron man's suit, driving Stark's armor to kill its own master. Afterwards, the Hulk...eh...shall be sent into the center of Midgard where the magma will burn him. Finally, I will crush Thor's head ever so slowly with his own hammer, and I will bury his body in the floor so that I may step on him everyday!

Loki sighed again. It was all wishful thinking since he was trapped in this prison cell on Asgard. Loki clenched his teeth and seethed. Is this is what my life is meant to be? A prisoner in this wretched cell? I, Loki, was meant to rule! I am King! Before Loki could fume any further over his state, the door of his stone cell opened. Squinting against the light, Loki wondered who was coming to visit him. Who would want to visit him? Every being in all nine realms hated the god of mischief. Once his eyes adjusted, Loki saw his worst enemy and greatest foe. Thor. The light from the door shone around Thor's body, making him appear as a blackened silhouette, but to Loki he appeared no more than a demon; a demon who's shadow he had to live in for years. The chains on Loki's ankles and wrists tightened. How he yearned to wring Thor's brawny neck.

Dressed in his armor, Thor looked at Loki with sympathetic eyes. Shaking his head of golden hair, Thor moaned, "Loki! Why must your heart hold so much hatred?"

Loki didn't answer. He couldn't answer. The clamp on his mouth prevented any formation of words on his lips. He could only allow the fire of his hatred to burn in his emerald eyes.

Thor sighed with pity. He grabbed something from his garb. Loki wondered what his former brother was doing. Suddenly, Thor revealed a key. Loki's eyes widened. Thor was taking off his mouth guard.

Once the mouth guard fell, Loki gasped for air. Oh, sweet air! One doesn't value air until one's mouth is shut and has suffered from a cold. With a deep breath, Loki demanded, "Why are you here, Thor? To talk some sense into me?"

Thor's blue eyes shifted away from Loki's green ones. The god of thunder looked...guilty. Why would he look nervous? wondered Loki.

"Loki," said Thor, "Your fate has been...redefined."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Redefined?"

"Your sentence was changed...No longer will you be trapped in this cell..."

Hope rose within Loki. Perhaps his new fate would be more interesting.

"You are condemned to reside in a tree tomorrow."

"What?" snapped Loki. Furrowing his eyebrows, the trickster growled, "It took you two years to decide that I was better off living in a...a...tree?"

Thor shrugged his shoulders. "Politics."

Ah! Politics. That explains everything.

Sorrow shadowed Thor's face. "Loki, this punishment is an eternal punishment. Once you enter the tree, there's no coming out unless someone sheds a tear for you."

Loki rolled his eyes. "Charming," he muttered.

Before Thor could say another word, Loki's face twisted into one of immense pain. "Thor," he whimpered, "Before you send me into that wretched tree, please allow me to have a moments peace by loosing my shackles."

Thor eyed the god of mischief with suspicion. Widening his eyes in agony, Loki whispered, "Please, brother."

Unable to watch his brother in so much pain, Thor loosened the chains a little. While he was doing this, Loki snatched a piece of metal from Thor's armor. As Thor backed away, Loki hid the metal in the palm of his hand. With another sad look at the prisoner, Thor whispered, "Farewell, brother."

The cell door closed, and from within the darkness of the prison, a slick, slithering voice spoke. "Or is it, dear brother?"

Sherlock109: I hope they liked it!

Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr.: They better or I'll send my army of zombies to their villeges!

Jackie: You don't have an army of zombies.

Darth Loki Megatron IV Jr. Jr.: A guy can dream!

Sherlock109: Anyways, please tell us what did you think! Jackie will appear in the next chapter.

Jackie: Wait, what? I'm in this story?

Sherlock109: Of course you are.

Jackie: You told me that I was only doing disclaimers!

Sherlock109: Well, yah, I lied. Now, get ready for the next chapter!

Jackie: No! *storms off*

Sherlock109: *sighs* Why did I create her to be so stubborn?