Greetings,

My first trial in Avengers fanfic, hopefully not the last.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

It wasn't every day that made him take actual efforts to waltz down the gold drenched corridors to have a casual conversation with the gate keeper of the Asgard. Though the big guy had never mentioned a certain past of being confined in frost, his light amber eyes had stated all the hate that could be mustered upon towards the second Odinson. Loki rolled his eyes when Heimdall gave one of his usual stares. It wasn't as if he was still going through the phase where he whined about not getting the throne. It was all in the past.

Loki had matured in these many years. He does live up to his reputation as 'God of mischief' (mind you), but that doesn't necessarily involve the urge to make everyone kneel before him. He has given up such petty desires when his mother had come back to life. Odin had apparently stored some extract from the fruit of immortality (sneaky bastard) and had pushed it down the throat of the Mother Queen and a minute later the pulp had pumped her heart. Loki had never left her side from then.

Thor had come back with a heavy heart to accept his rightful throne as the King, but his reign wouldn't start until the Allfather steps down and this little arrangement had made the God of thunder to travel back and forth between the realms. Loki had laughed, tattered at his brother's childish eagerness whenever he was about to visit the love of his life, Jane Foster. He would never understand that insanity and he was determined not to get lured in to such subjugation. (Like anyone could just warm up his frozen heart)

But that doesn't necessarily mean that he wouldn't sneak a glance or two at times to witness the happenings in the Midgard. He had paid occasional visits out of pure boredom to have a drink of finest wine with the man of Iron and to get in the nerves of the Captain, who sill did not trust him. It was even more hilarious to mess with the red haired woman who had long back accepted that she was out of danger whenever he crawls behind her to whisper a "boo", but it still scares the shit out of her and it cracks him up with a merriment and he drowns in to the pit of la-la-la moment. It was his only entertainment and it amazed him that they often looked forward to his sudden mystical appearance. (the hawkeye still calls it a cheap trick).

On one such look out on the blue planet, Loki had witnessed that his brother was at a war with a being that was born out of his sceptre, which had once graced his hands when he was on a mad rampage of world domination. His eyes had gone wide; his nostrils had flared with steam of red anger, because honestly, no one had the right to mess with the avengers when he was all alive and breathing (they were his). He was about to conjure his powers to land on the planet that had been his entertainment for years, to cease the chaos that was going on, flying city and all that, but the Allfather had stopped him with firmness.

"Midgard comes under the protection of your brother. Stepping in to his fight will be an insult to his power and honour. If he needs help, a hand, a fellow warrior, he will let you know" Odin had said and so Loki had with his years of practiced patience waited for a call of desperation from his brother. Loki had to roll his eyes at the dramatics but he almost gave a smile when it all turned out to be good. Another victory for the 'Earth's mightiest heroes', he smirked, amused thoroughly with the turnout of events. (He had whooped with joy when the green hulk had refused to return back, though the red haired woman's worry went over his head, all in all it was a happy ending.)

Thor had retuned back to have his victory feast and had strange conversations with the ancient oracles. One such discussions had lead Thor to travel to one of the realms that had a sorcery, a hidden knowledge that would give the answers to other infinity stones. So, he had left with blessings of their father and Loki had helped the widely revered King to maintain peace in Asgard.

Months later, with Thor still wandering in the said realm looking for answers, boredom had craved its way to Loki and had hit him with full force of a whip. He had yawned, strolled through the palace and after earning a glare from the Allfather for the mischief he had planned out for the evening (He had thought Lady Sif would play her part in turning all the treasury into gummy bears, but it turned out that she was a traitor to his plan), Loki finally decided that it was a good time to spy on the blue planet that strangely resembled the blush of a sapphire.

It came as a shock to see what had unfolded on the Midgard. Allies had been turned against each other, in to enemies which had ensured a huge drift, new enhanced humans that involved a little boy spewing a bug web!? and all that. That is what had made him to swallow his pride and meet the glare of the gate keeper in his all golden glory. Loki wasn't sure whether his mind was playing tricks or whatever he had seen had really happened. There was only one another godly man that could confirm to the situation and so here he was (thanking Odin that looks could indeed not start a flame) and tried not to fidget like a squirmy human in front of Heimdall's accusing stare.

And it certainly did not help that the gate keeper stood almost two solid inches taller than him, it added a huge amount of intensity to the killing glare, almost like a pierce of a rusted knife in the gut. Loki had tried not to let the fact that he was once called a 'puny god' by a certain 'giant green thing' to depreciate his self confidence, but there were times like this where he cursed his heritage because Asgardians are by all means tall and brutal. He always stood apart.

"Greetings Heimdall" He started with a smile and wished that the guardian would just 'chill' like the man of Iron would put in.

"Loki, state your business" Heimdall's booming voice echoed through the rich halls of gold lick. Loki prided himself for not taking a flinching step back although he wished he had his huge bull crown on his head. That would have been a bonus, an addition to give a beautiful intimidation and a great boost to his pride. His regal cape sewed with threads of richest green fluttered around and a swift twist of his arms tangled the royal cape. A pointed foot on top of the step and a smirk in his face as a brilliant facade gave him a sense of bravado, a much needed dramatic to define that he was indeed a God.

"There was a terrible fight among the avengers in the Earth. Is that true?" Loki asked, his tone drove home that he was here for a reason, a valid reason and definitely not for just fooling around like every other time. He had his moments where he could act all grown up and just.

"True, it is a pity to see them all fall apart" The guardian stated, his eyes were half lidded and the wisdom that always glows from his iris were dulled by a notch. His voice lacked the booming effect that usually thunders down and it almost sounded like he was in a great amount of pain. Loki could see the traces of truth behind his words and it almost made him gag. The humans were peculiar creatures; they find a way to grow on other species, Gods included.

Loki gave a nod and gathered his powers to reach out to his fellow mates. The God of mischief vaporised in to thin air, but not before seeing a ghost of smile edging on the lips of the gate keeper. He would regret having his guard down, but there was a bigger picture and Loki had to make sure that the Avengers stay together to have his own fun.

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"Man tears" Tony had defined the dried moist rippling in the edge of his lashes.

The Sun was almost bidding away its time in this side of the Earth, the sky was kissed with hues of pink and orange. Tony had just got a parcel, a letter from Captain Rogers and was in the middle of cursing colourfully, something in the lines of 'Steve the righteous ass always has a way with his stupid words' and then had blinked the threatening saline drops away.

Loki had made a dramatic appearance with a whoosh and a smirk.

He swore even more, a series of yelling profanities shoved its way and a minute later, the inventor had explained that he was not exactly crying.

"Call them" Loki said.

"I don't want to" The owner of the Stark Industries pouted. It looked pitiful, and not in a good way.

Loki gave a defeating sigh. They were all whiney children at times and it really did get on his nerves. But he endured, because they were the epitome of his life's jest. (Loki was almost in the process of making Tony and Rhodes as the official court jesters of Asgard, he had made them to accept the terms and conditions when they were drunk one fine blessed evening).

With a wave of half hearted adieu, Loki materialised in to the quarters of Rogers. He half expected to scare the hell out of the black widow, but never in his centuries of existence he thought he would walk in to a room of a beautiful woman who was changing her dark crimson attire.

She shrieked and he flinched when his skin pricked like an electric whiz from the curls of scarlet aura stringed to her digits.

TBC...

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A/N: In case you didn't get, Loki walked in while Wanda was changing.

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