Author's Notes: I thought this would be a one shot, but I decided to make this fic my baby and make several chapters :D Feedback is encouraged. Thanks to Embrace-your-inner-dork for some dialogue/ideas and thelx94for input while I wrote this!

**UPDATE** This chapter has been revised due to BETA-ing by Memory Wolf ***Creditttt***

Disclamier: I don't own "Thor" or "The Avengers" or anything affiliated with Marvel Comics

Loki's POV.

I would not speak.

The familiar room was filled with people I had known almost since birth. There were officials who had been previously invited to father's feasts and celebrations, guards who would let me break castle boundaries when I was a child, even relatives whom I'd forgotten existed. All moderately joyful memories were associated with these men and women. That, conversely, was not enough to get me to speak. It pained me to think that the man I thought to be my father for so long knew so little about me.

These people were all sent for one purpose; for an explanation of why I betrayed 'home'. Much to my surprise, they didn't have me locked up upon arrival. They treated me as if I was too mentally unstable to have handled my actions. That might have been true. Nevertheless, I chose not to speak. These people didn't give a damn about me or my "condition". It was very clear to me that they wanted the fulfillment of being able to tell my father that they were the person whom found good fortune enough to crack into his adopted son's broken mind.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the fruitless attempts. It really was pathetic that Odin had virtually the whole kingdom attempting to decipher what "ailed" me. In some ways, it amused me; But only for a short while. Soon enough, the thoughts of disappointment rose up in me once more. The lack of purpose drove me to pure hatred. I had once claimed to be 'burdened with glorious purpose'-only to fail. I hung my head low and continued to pay no heed to the ones around me. I ran my fingers through the thin strands of hair in my face.

Still wrapped up in the lowest point of my life, I barely noticed the double doors had been opened. I stared at the marble floor; my hands covered my ears in an attempt to drown out the world around me. Suddenly, silence overtook the room. I instinctively feared who came through the door without even a glimpse of who it was. The inhabitants that filled the room with chatter just moments before made their way out of the room in silence. I shook with an unknown anticipation of what was to follow. Then someone's hand was placed on my shoulder. I looked up to meet the eyes of none other than the one I had betrayed most.

"Why have you come?" I looked away as I spoke. It was Thor. His hand clenched into a fist, yet still rested on my shoulder.

"Did I not tell you the dangers of this poisonous dream, Loki?" His voice was low and soft.

"Are you here in attempt to pry into my mind as well?" I looked away.

"I had no means to do so." Thor's eyes locked with mine, "I merely wish an answer to my question."

"Is this really how you want it to be, brother?" I stood up, maintaining eye contact, "Your pathetic conscious can't be saved from its torment simply from my answer. Surely you can't be dense enough to think it will change anything."

"This is not for my benefit, Loki." My brother countered.

"Then what, Thor? What could you possibly want out of your poor adopted brother?" I spat, pushing my fist into his abdomen. He grabbed my wrist and twisted it right before getting a hold of my other hand and turning me around with both of my hands in his grip behind my back. It all happened so fast, it was like one fluid motion by Thor and I became unable to move. I clenched my teeth, trying to think of some witty comeback or a flaw in his way of incapacitating me…but nothing came.

I struggled, trying to regain control of my arms. Thor had always had the ability to trap me with his great strength. On most occasions, I would counter with my magic. But needless to say, 'father' had taken precautions and bound my magic from me. I was left with the arrogant God of Thunder pushing me to the ground in retaliation.

"Do not push me to my limits, brother." Thor released me.

"How many times must I explain that I am not your brother." I hissed, turning to face him. He did something quite peculiar at that point. Thor released me and turned me around to face him. He then raised his hand and placed it on my chest over my heart.

"Loki, why have you done this?" His usual demanding tone and strong stature was replaced with a soft and more controlled demeanor all together.

"I grow tired of you and your people treating me as if nothing happened." I spoke through clenched teeth, "Have I not destroyed a good amount of your precious Earth? Have I not injured, manipulated, and even killed those who didn't deserve it? This just proves how weak of a race Asgard has produced. You aren't even able to punish those who have wronged against you."

"Are you asking for punishment? Or is it attention that you have craved for so long?" Thor countered, pulling his hand away from my chest.

"You accuse me of seeking attention? If I needed the approval of others, I could have displayed marvelous works of sorcery for all of Asgard. So do not challenge me in what our motives are or have been when your rage and revenge for others has always been present."

"Not rage, brother, but the foolhardy arrogance of youth." Thor placed his hands on my shoulders, "In fact, it is rage that I see in your eyes, and I cannot bear to see it consume and control the shrewd, inventive, brilliant man so dear to me."

"You show me too much kindness, Thor." I stepped back, letting his hands drop to his sides, "I deserve a criminal's death."

"Aye, that may be true. But I have bargained with father."

"So it was you that started this nonsense." I couldn't help but smile slightly at my brother's antics. Thor always knew how to tune into my weakness. Over the years he made me laugh and cry. And now at a time that I should continue to be angry, I found myself smiling, "To get me to speak and show mercy."

"Father has approved this…conditionally, you understand." Thor's smirk grew bigger.

"Thor…" I started to speak, not liking how amused his expression was.

"I proposed that someone watch over you at all times to ensure your sanity was intact and your magic was not being abused."

"So I'll be on constant watch?" Then another key part of his statement hit me, "I get my magic back?"

"If you follow the rules, you arrogant fool." Sif joined the conversation, chuckling ever so slightly at my expense.

"She isn't the one overseeing me." It was meant to be a question, but I stated it in the hopes that it would make some sort of difference.

"No, Loki. As much as I would love it, I have more important things to attend to than babysitting you." The female warrior pushed into my shoulder ever-so-slightly, "Now, Thor, on the other hand, would love to watch over you."

"Excuse me?" Was all I managed to choke out.

"The almighty God of Mischief who prides himself in his magic and silver tongue cannot find words?" Sif smiled, "I think I like him better this way, Thor."

"Hold your tongue." I stated in defense.

"Loki." Thor stepped in front of Sif, "I will be watching over you."

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Authors Notes:

I'm really excited because I already have the second chapter planned out Let me know what you think! Reviews are totallllllllllly welcome!