A/N: My super awesome new Beta went through and properly corrected this! All the grammar and spelling is correct, also she deleted excessive detail and had me add detail where necessary. Everyone give super huge thanks to Allison!

Here we go…

Loki sat on the edge of his bed. He'd been sent straight to his room upon their return from earth and had been confined there until further notice. Further notice being until the time his father decided how to punish him. He felt like he was a boy once more; hiding out whilst Frigga attempted to calm Odin. Of course, he was no longer a young lad, but a full grown man, and he doubted his father would give into his mother's pleas this time. This time it appeared he'd gone too far.

He thought about how close to power he'd come. The desire he had for it; the thirst, the overpowering hunger to be in control. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He closed his eyes attempting to focus, trying to remember the bliss of holding victory in his hands, but the memory had gone as well as the feeling. Defeated once more, he laid back onto his side. This turned out to be rather uncomfortable, seeing that his hands were still behind him. He tried to sit back up, though he couldn't without the support of his arms. He flopped around like a fish as he tried to right himself. He sat back up just as the door opened.*

Thor entered the room, closing the door behind him. "You've created quite a mess my brother."

The words might have been cold, if Loki's emerald eyes had not risen to meet his brother's smiling face. Thor was not mad at Loki for a reason he could just not comprehend. He had attempted the destruction and conquering of Thor's beloved Midgard. But, nonetheless, here his brother stood, with a dumb smile on his face, indicating that he had forgiven his brother and all of the chaos that he had caused.

If it had not been for the muzzle he wore, he would have asked how his foster brother could be so easy about the whole predicament. Sadly though, they had restricted his speech in such a way that he could not use his reputation as a silver-tongued lie smith to talk his way out of the situation. Instead, he continued to listen as his airhead brother continued to ramble on.

"Father has decided your punishment." Loki turned his attention back to his oaf brother.

"You are to be exiled to Midgard, though not in quite the same fashion I myself was." Thor's aquamarine eyes were hiding something, something he knew Loki would not approve of.

"The Allfather has made an agreement with S.H.E.I.L.D, stating that you will use your magic to help rebuild the city that the Chituari effectively destroyed. You'll be under Stark and Banner's supervision." He met Loki's eyes as he explained the terms of the punishment.

Loki stared at his brother in disbelief. Forgetting the muzzle that held back his words he began to grumble protests. It might have been, 'Thor, brother, you of all people should realize how idiotic this proposition is.' Instead it sounded much more along the lines of, "mror rarar…" and so forth. Unable to speak, thoughts raged through his mind. 'Like I will work with that cocky, know it all, selfish-' his thoughts stopped suddenly upon an unfathomable realization. 'Mother of Heimdal, he's just like me, only mortal and considerably punier, not to mention physically handicapped. Some might even argue that he was mentally handicapped as well, but that might just be one too many blows to the head.' Then he remembered the mention of Banner as well. His back still ached from being thrown around like a child's doll and he suspected his hip was somewhat out of sorts as well. More grumbling protests sounded from the God of Mischief's throat.

"Brother, I understand how you might not wish to return to Earth, but honestly I think this is a much better deal than you could've hoped for. Would you rather have been cast into the realms' prison?" Thor tried to reason with his brother, hoping he might see how much worse this could have ended; several paths literally leading to his brother's death.

Loki tilted his head and gazed at the ceiling as if he were actually considering it. Thor looked at his brother in dismay. "Would you rather be sent to perish, honestly?" Those blue eyes were full of hurt at the idea that his brother would rather be sent away than take the punishment that allowed him partial freedom and time around his family. Loki said nothing, of course, but even if he'd been free to speak, he doubted he would have. Even Loki Silver-tongue knew no words to fill the void that had grown between the brothers.

The next day Loki sat in his room. He had slept well, unable to deny the comfort of his own bed and quarters being returned to him. He was also freshly washed and groomed, having been able to relax in a proper sized bath, rather than those tiny mortal showers. He was free from the muzzle and handcuffs he adorned the previous day, and he was rather grateful. Not that he talked aloud much unless addressing another being, but he still liked the ability to do so if he ever desired.

Being confined to his personal quarters wasn't all that horrifying. He had his books and personal bath. Meals had been brought to him at the specified times of the day, and he had all the time to think he required. Well, almost. He'd yet to conjure a plan when one of the guards, who'd been standing watch outside his door, entered followed by Thor and…

Loki's eyes narrowed. Stark walked in behind Thor, his arch reactor shining through a Black Sabbath t-shirt. "Why is he here? I thought we were to meet him on Earth." Loki's eyes bore into Tony's.

Thor opened his mouth to explain, but was cut off by the Iron Man, "Change of plans Reindeer Games, I'm here with my buddy Hulk to escort you to Earth." Stark's chocolate colored eyes challenged Loki, just daring him to say another word. Loki was still lingering on the mention of the green giant. Stark must have caught the look in Loki's eyes. "Remember him? He smashed you against my nice marble floors."

Loki ignored Stark and turned to his brother, "You let that brute into our city? Do you realize the damage he could do?" Loki stared accusingly at his thoughtless brother.

"The Hulk was left outside near the bridge; he isn't going to harm the city." Thor explained, finding his brother's reactions rather childish.

"Not the green one, the red one." Loki stated as if that was obvious.

"Listen here, Rudolph-" Stark was cut off by a guard.

"Heimdallr and your large friend are waiting at the bridge, Master Thor. I'd advise you head that way." The guard spoke in a commanding tone, but respect still hung on his words.

"As we shall." Thor headed from the room followed by Loki and then Stark at the caboose, still grumbling about the younger prince's attitude.

They arrived at the broken rainbow bridge, Loki growing weary when the Hulk turned and saw him coming. He wore an evil smile- well, if you could call the repulsive look a smile, perhaps a grimace- that undoubtedly said 'smash'. Loki glared at the beast. Looking away, he saw Odin, old and weary, but nonetheless looking strong and ready for the transport.

The three Avengers and Loki stood facing Odin and Heimdallr as they began conjuring magic for the transport. A funnel started to form around them and they felt their bodies being pulled at, tugged from one realm to the next. Loki saw this as his chance. With the funnel already set for Midgard the best he could hope for was to separate the group. Him especially. He spoke the words of the proper spell, his voice unheard through the sound of the storm. All appeared as it should, when suddenly the funnel separated into multiple storms and the group became lost to one another. Loki smirked as he felt his body take flight and he was flung from the storm into the realm of Midgard.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first installment of Words Aren't Always Effective. It was a pleasure to write this first chapter and I've already completed chapters two and four as well. What of three you ask? Well… chapter three is chapter three and everyone knows how slow chapter three is. Always late… Teehee (;) any who… reviews are lurved!