So, for those of you who have already read this, please know that I rewrote all the chapters to this story. The characters were not being portrayed as I wanted, and I wasn't paying attention to the actual character's characteristics as much as I was paying attention to what was going on in my head. Please reread them, if you don't mind!

I made some changes to the plot, along with what was really going through Loki's mind. Enjoy, and please bear with me while I fix my terrible writing mistakes!

Ehhhh, I know it's short, I know. I've just had an idea for a story like this for so long now, and I wanted to get it started at least. So here, I throweth you a Prologue.
I know this concept has probably been used a billion and one times, but I really want to try and write it for myself. Plus, hell, this story might even take a turn and change to something completely different.
Either way, please enjoy! Feedback is always welcome!

Mjolnir hit the earth before he had time to register any coherent thought that might have passed through his frenzied mind. Red cape billowing, smile faltering and fists clenching, Thor took a step forward, his eyes darting frantically around the drastic change of scenery. No longer was he surrounded by the elegant golden hues of his home planet, nor the bountiful landscape which he knew so well. No, instead he found himself surrounded by dark, dank colors, accompanied by unpleasant smells. His feet shifted on the concrete beneath him, while his eyes looked forward at the building before him. The dazzling lights and loud sounds of the silver road monsters behind him did little to hide the fear embedded deep within his chest.

Despite his many visits to the planet, and the many battles he had fought there, the warrior still did not know his way around Midgard as well as he ought. Luckily, however, his memory of the few times he had roamed the world saved him from being a wandering nomad with a wounded brother. After the battle in New York several months ago, surley he would not have forgotten one of his most trustworthy friends, even if said friend was a self absorbent millionaire with a metal suit.

As soon as the metallic doors slid open with a slight wshhh sound, Thor opened his mouth to speak the words he dreaded hearing himself. The warrior swallowed his pride and proceeded to speak, his ego thrown out the window. He was left a mewling puddle of self loathing and emotions carrying a bleeding body.

Tony Stark stepped out of the door frame quite groggily, rubbing his eyes as if he had just awoken from a nights' slumber. The smell of alcohol was most prevalent, the scent practically radiating off him like a strong perfume. Before he had time to utter a snobby "What do you want", his eyes opened all the way and his mouth shut tight. Seeing his fellow avenger, the one that lived- literally- worlds away on his doorstep left him almost speechless, save for a low squeak of befuddlement.

"Anthony Stark," Thor said, his voice slightly trembling. "I need your help,"

At this the millionaire cocked an eyebrow, his expression conveying that of confusion more than anything else. Thor? Asking for help? No no no… asking Tony Stark for help? Either Tony had had way to much to drink, or the world was really coming to an end. As much as he wanted to speak out, he was frozen in his place, his mouth caught in a half grimace mized with a smirk. Thor seemed to sense the man's confusion, realizing that he had yet to state exactly just what he needed help with. His next words slipped from his tongue with a bitter sadness, shaking his own heart.

"Loki, my brother," the warrior began, his breath heaving. Tony could have sworn he heard tears forming behind the god's voice, along with the sadness that filled his aura. "something has been done to him."

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