First a bit of "Thor" and "The Avengers", and then continuing the story beyond these two movies. possibly even into an Avengers 2, if I can find the inspiration. Thor/Loki

Do bear with the first paragraphs please, The story doesn't really start until somewhere near the end of this first chapter. I found it to be important to write it though, for it gives a more clear picture of all the events that have happened and that will happen. And the story does get better (to my opinion) further in the chapters.

(Slight mention of an oc (that has been in my head for to long) for now, ignorable, for she belongs in a different story that is still in my head. Just wanted to introduce her for a bit in this one.)
Please forgive any grammar/spelling/whatever errors.. my native tongue is not English.

Loki's story:

He had truly never meant it like that.. He had never meant for the allfather.. his used to be father.. to banish Thor to Midgard.. strapped of his powers and his honor.. No.. he just wanted to teach Thor a lesson.. to stop his constant arrogance... selfishness... foolishness, and to show his used to be father that he was as worthy or perhaps more worthy for the throne than Thor. Not that he wanted the throne.. he just wanted to be acknowledged as equal to Thor, that was all. But his plan went to far.
He had planned for Odin to come and save them and give Thor a proper scolding for once.. Not one still full of promises for the throne.. but one in which Thor finally felt like he actually had to earn the throne. He hadn't planned for Odin to be this mad.. and when he tried to suss their shouting, Odin had just raged at him, not even in proper words, like he did to Thor.. no.. in "HRRAAAWWGGHH' as if to an animal.. He had kept quiet after that en had to watch how Thor was thrown into Midgard.

Though he had felt bad about it at first.. the memory of his brother and him in Jotunheim had quickly made that guilt be replaced with a small sense of satisfaction and of peace..

His brother and him in Jotunheim, together with the warrior three and Sif.. Loki actually tried to calm Thor down before they got to the frostgiants, not wanting an actual fight, or any change of anyone of them getting hurt.. But Thor his easily agravated nature, clouded by his thoughts of fighting, blood, pride and war, kept him aggravated, no matter what Loki said.

And as they came to the frostgiants and Loki tried to stop him once more.. Thor actually said to him to know his place... That little sentence. "know your place" triggered something in Loki that wouldn't surface until it was to late..

And that one little insult... that tiny little insult that Loki would just have ignored, but Thor couldn't handle being made fun of, not like Loki could. Loki had felt a sigh in his mind when the Jotuns had called his golden brother a 'princess'. Just such a silly little insult.. something so small.. and yet.. all that it had triggered. Thor putting his friends and Loki in danger once more.

He tried all his best to help everyone in battle, and save himself until Odin would come. After that he tried all his best to keep Odin from sending Thor to Midgard.. though that attempt was cut short very quickly and harshly. He did all his best to continue life in Asgard without Thor, except for the fact that something in Jotunheim triggered both his curiosity and fear..

After finding the tesseract.. and hearing his true heritage from the man with as less a patience as Thor.. or perhaps an even poorer patience, the man who had always, maybe consciously, maybe subconsciously, treated Loki as second best.. as the shadow of Thor.., something broke..

He had tried to ask for answers.. the answers and the comfort he so hard needed at that moment.. but his adoptive father had fallen into his Odinsleep.. At the most perfect time possible.. the one time Loki could not be without someone with a shoulder to cry on. Someone to support him. To comfort him, to listen to him, to hold him close and tell him everything was alright and he was still a son of Asgard no matter what..

But with his so called father.. not able to bring actual comfort and not even the answers that only he could give, falling into his Odinsleep.. and his brother stuck in Midgard.. those words from before cringed back up: know your place!.. Know my place...? Know my place...? A frostgiant.. the monsters parents tell their children about at night.. The same stories he had heard as a little boy.. that monster.. the shadow of his brother.. who wasn't even his brother, for he was a monster.. with no other purpose than to be send to Jotunheim when he was old enough.. To stay there in the dark and cold for the rest of his life as a political chess piece, played by his so called father... Brought up as a chess piece for his entire life..
A monstrous chess piece... Pretended to be loved.. for that one reason..

Everything was suddenly a lie.. and so many other things suddenly became clear.. Know your place!.. He would know his place.. He would show... everybody what his place ought to be... That he is just as good as Thor.. That he can be worthy in Odin's eyes.. That he deserves the same treatment.. That he deserves to be loved just as much.. as the golden son.. The O so loved.. son.. The son that could probably blow up half the palace and still be forgiven without any further protest.

This was his change to prove himself worthy of love. Even though suddenly being crowned came as a shock, he had to take this chance.. If he would just defeat the frostgiants, he could show Odin how worthy he is. How tactical, strong and smart. How much he is an Asgardian and not a Jotun.. If he could kill his birth father, he could truly be a prince of Asgard, he could truly be Odin his son...

But no.. everything went different from what he expected.. Thor was actually redeeming himself.. He couldn't let that happen.. He couldn't let mister arrogant, aggressive and self centered redeem himself that quickly.. not before Loki had the change to show his own worth... He had to do this.. or else the shadow in which he stood for all those years would be so much greater that he would actually disappear entirely behind his brother's "great... actions..". He just wanted to stop Thor.. the reason why he let the guardian smack his brother instead of incinerate him was so that Thor would not die.. Though he had not taken into account that Odin had given Thor a human body and it shocked him, feeling the pang in his heart..

But of course not long after.. Odin wouldn't let his most beloved son die this easily.. no.. Thor had redeemed himself.. And so the human body turned into that of a god again.. Getting his hammer back.. and then going back to Asgard as Loki was busy stopping the Jotuns from hurting his family, or what used to be his family, showing them how strong he actually was.. Thor showed up.. not understanding how much this had meant to Loki.. He was only seeing what he thought of as justice.. what many thought of as justice...

"I just wanted to be your equal!"

Their fight.. fueled by that one line.. "Know your place!" Ending in the destruction of the bridge.. Ending in them hanging on for dear life.. Ending in Loki trying to explain how all he had wanted.. was to finally end the war with the Jotuns, the constant threat, how he could have done it, protected everyone from harm.. How he could show himself worthy.. ending with Odin.. telling Loki in his weakest moment.. "no, Loki" Leaving Loki heartbroken.. No mercy.. No words of comfort while he was hanging there.. His own life in his hand.. being told you will never be worthy.. how you according to the man who you had looked up to your whole life.. were in the wrong..

He had no choice but to let go.. tears streaming from his face.. Not a word of mercy.. grief or pain heard from his used to be father as he fell.

He now knew his place.. his place was forever crawling in the shadows of those arrogant, unworthy but.. ow.. so.. sarcastically great people.. or in hell...

He chose hell.. having known the other feeling for far to long.

And now.. after going through absolute hell.. tortured both mentally as physically.. Living in the dark and the cold for so long... he couldn't do anything but give in to his new "friends.."

Leading their army with his quick intelligence and ability to be tactical, plan, and ability to deal with sudden turn of events..

At first it was quite fun.. Finally being able to see the daylight again.. dealing with these lesser beings who all fell for his plans so easily.. Until that thunder roared..

He wanted to take that hand so badly.. to finally have someone comfort him.. take care of him.. be there for him again.. But.. it was to late.. Always those words: know your place!..

He knew his place now.. His place was to stop all the hurting.. to just get on with it.. and lead that army to victory...

He couldn't go back to Asgard.. He couldn't believe his brother when he told him they all mourned..

Who would mourn for a monster? Those people that always thought less of him? No he couldn't.. Plus his new "friends" wouldn't like him betraying them now... He suddenly remembered the pain from those tortures... and the strain that the tesseract had had on him.. messing with his mind..

and it truly felt that is was messing with him still, even at the moments when it was beyond his grasp.

He had said no.. at first.. he may have been a bit of a trickster.. trying to finally get his respect through deceit and lies.. But he was no real killer... no killer of the innocents at least.. But in the end he could not say 'no' anymore.. Broken. Mentally, physically.. scared.. cold.. and in pain.. all alone in that dark world.. This world.. Midgard.. was all he could grasp for.. Having power here.. being king.. finally being rid of the darkness, of the tortures... and of all those people gazing down on him. He was too exhausted to object anymore.

He Turned Thor away after that.. again and again. For fear of actually giving in to his pleas... It hurt him so much when he stabbed him..

It had been a small knife.. certainly not fit for killing a man, let alone a god.. But just enough to try to get the message through: "I'm not going back to Asgard with you.."

He had cried when he did it.. never wanted to actually hurt Thor.. No matter what he thought of his past or present attitude.. Thor was still the one who reached out to him no matter what.. unlike his used to be father. But.. this had to be done.. he had to get loose from him.. or his heart would give out if Thor had offered his hand one more time.

And then.. while his army was being destroyed.. that horrible planet where he had been tortured so.. but also his chances of finally finding a life out of the shadows, his convictions finally fell.. He had nothing left.. Not his chance of happiness.. Not his chance to prove that he deserved better than having to live in the shadows.. get mocked and called trickster.. Someone only capable of playing evil tricks, no matter how many times he had actually saved his loved ones, helping Asgard tremendously.. actually did good. He had absolutely nothing left.. Not even the final chance to go back to Asgard with Thor.. even if he was the only one to still care about Loki.

When that green monstrosity came.. he just gave in to the sweet feeling of salvation from this life.. from all the pain and all the grief..

"just kill me.."

And so the Hulk tried.. smashing him around the room, through walls, falling to the floor with barely any life left in him when Thor showed up. Desperately trying to stop the green beast, but getting swung around like a rag-doll as much as Loki, but trying again and again to stop the massive arms swinging and stomping Loki through yet another wall. It wasn't until the one they called Angel, if he recalled correctly, which was quite a fitting name seeing how she had two giant elemental wings on her back, came flying through the broken window. Smashing herself with all the brute force and speed she could muster into the beast just to get it of balance for a second so that Thor could grab hold of Loki and take him in a protective embrace, which finally stopped the beast from continuing.

the Angel having been smashed against a wall as well rubbed the back of her head and said something like "fudge" before the rest of the avengers came circling around the two used to be brothers. Thor desperately clinging to the limp body, looking angrily and with true despair at the green beast and the rest of the lot. Begging them to stop.. And they stopped.. knowing they had already won..

Thor then rushing back to Asgard, desperate for a healer. Holding Loki protectively in his arms on his way there.. But Loki just looked at him with tears in his eyes and regret, grief and fear so heavy on his heart. 'Thor...' he spoke ever so softly and broken, with what little breath he had left. '...I'm sorry...'

He then used the last bit of his magic to make himself fall through his brothers arms into the abyss down below once again. He could hear Thor screaming after him, calling out his name with panic. But those sounds quickly faded away as he disappeared into the abyss and fell through yet another dimension. And then high from the sky harshly to the ground below. The air knocked from the one still working lung and the powdery snow blew up before it silently fell back down again..

And then he was alone.. All alone in this barren wasteland.. Nothing but snow and ice and darkness. He laid perfectly still, letting the snow fall on him, covering him until he would be buried.. far away from the world, any world.. any hurt.. or grief.. fear, disappointment, desperation, pain, and hatred. Finally at peace he started to lose consciousness, letting himself slide into the hope of death.

Unbeknownst to Loki, Thor had followed him. But at the speed of the turning of the abyss he had reached the ground far out of the way of Loki. Nevertheless he searched for his brother. Desperately shouting his name, so full of emotion, regret and fear. "Loki!" echoed through the falling snow. Minutes went to hours before Thor finally found him.. almost completely covered in snow, skin white, lips blue, heart on the brim of giving out, breathing almost beyond noticeable.. but he had found him.

Letting himself fall into the cold snow beside Loki's thin, starved, frozen and wounded frame, picking him up from the snow, quickly but carefully, wrapping his thick red cape around the cold form who was hanging in his arms like a rag-doll once again. Tears falling on the fallen prince his cheeks. 'Loki.. stay with me... I'm bringing you home.. and I will give you all the warmth you could ever want. And all the food you could ever eat.. Just stay with me and come home with me.'

He stood up quickly with the limp form securely in his arms, close to his own body in hopes of warming him up at least a bit, and quickly finding his way back to Asgard.

All characters (except for that little tiny barely noticeable oc..) belong to their respective owners, which is not me.. unfortunately :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter (and forgiven the boring parts), stay tuned for more.