This is my very first Avengers fan fiction!
Disclaimer: I do not own any other the characters, just the plot.
Summary: Six months after New York and Loki sits within his prison cell in Asgard. He is visited by the new enemy, who he knows well. After the visit the god of mischief escapes ad with what little magic he can muster set course for Earth. There he must worn the Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes.
This will remain FrostIron friendship, unless enough people want it to be slash, so say so in the reviews.
"Brother, please, speak to me or if not I than Mother or Father," the booming voice of the thunder god pleaded. The blue-eyes stared at the pale slender man bound by chains. Loki's figure held up by his wrists with shackles digging into his flesh. His head hung while his shoulders created a V in the air above his body. His knees perched in the sand of the 10 x 10 prison cell. The brazier that was in the corner of the cell lit the fallen gods appearance. His pale white chest exposed with scars and newly cut skin and some still trickled with red scarlet, his leather trousers torn. And his once gelled and kempt hair now dropped freely in the front of his face with strands crusted together due to a bloody cut above his left eye.
"Brother, you are being unreasonable. Father demands answers, I implore that you inform him of your employer. He says you must or Asgard may come under siege if we do not prepare ahead of time." Thor, the god of thunder stood in front of his jötunn adoptive brother; Mjöllnir strapped firmly to the thunders' hip.
Neither Loki's head nor body moved. Loki himself wasn't able to even if his will demanded it. His eyes were clenched tightly, his face scrunched up in pain, his teeth clenched to meet the same intensity as his face. His once white porcelain teeth stained yellow from the blood that would form when he bit his lips from pain inflicted upon him. With long black hair covering his brothers face Thor failed to notice his pain.
Starting to get frustrated Thor growled, "Brother!" He bellowed and Loki showed no reaction. Thor growled once more before he turned on his heel and pulled open the large wooden door; the access to Loki's cell and the metal hinges creaked as it opened. Closing the door only halfway Thor spoke, "Please brother, help thyself. You need not remain here slowly deteriorating from this absurd unwanted punishment. Next time you and I meet tell me who has made you so silent." With that he closed the door and walked down the Asgardian prison hallway.
As the footsteps of his brother faded away Loki started to cough. He opened his mouth as if to get air and blood arose from the corners and front of his lips. It dribbled down to his chin, and then dripped into the sanded floor. The more he started to cough the more the blood fell. He then heaved and a small pool of blood drooped to the floor. When he stopped he shivered and his dark green eyes illuminated behind his hair. His face no longer contorted in agony, but in sadness, he muttered all but one word, "help."
Yes I understand this is very short, well, it's a prologue, so yeah.