I do not Own Marvel or the Avengers. Disney does. I do not own all of these events. This is a collaboration work- rather... based on a role play I am in with Saria-the- phoenix on tumblr. She makes the most amazing Loki EVAR!. Thank you for reading this disclaimer and Enjoy the BlackFrost.
"You are unworthy of these realms, you're unworthy of your title, you're unworthy... of the loved ones you have betrayed! I now take from you your power! In the name of my father and his father before, I, Odin Allfather, cast you out!"
Those were the last words Loki heard as he got wrenched from the land he had called home. The last sight he saw was his father and brother watching him as he plummeted through the void to he wouldn't know where. After hitting the hard ground with a thud he groaned and looked around. Why did this seem familiar? Why did this place look so similar? He got up, wincing with each movement and looked around, craning his neck to see everything. The bright lights around hurt his eyes in the dimming of sunlight and he covered them, wincing from the lacerations and wounds he had on his body from his punishment in Asgard for his crimes against Earth. Crimes he didn't commit willingly. But no one seemed to want to hear him. His own father sewed his mouth shut for months after he told his father the truth. He walked through the busy streets and saw the letters NYC on a yellow car with a sign on top of it. NYC… New York City. That's why he remembered it. He had tried to start a war here months ago. Finally being able to take it no longer he ducked into a dark alley, hiding from the lights and sounds of the city.
Natasha Romanoff had familiarized herself with the dossier so well that she knew she couldn't fail. Over her shoulder she carried a garment bag, the outfit she would wear to her party, her interrogation. She walked down the sidewalk towards her apartment when she heard a groan come from an alley. Looking over she saw someone curled up and seemed to be bleeding. Normally she would have kept walking, but something jumped out at her. It was the colors they wore and the style of dress the person had on. She stepped into the alley and looked down at the man curled up in pain. She extended her hand and said, "Take my hand."
Loki looked up at the woman helping him and seemed to recognize her voice. Taking her hand he stood up and nodded in thanks. "Thank you," he said simply to the woman.
She nodded and looked at him. She walked out onto the side walk and extended her hand again. "Please will you come here?" she asked him.
He didn't know why but he followed the woman's plea and stepped into the light. There the woman could see his damaged armor, his black hair, his bleeding wounds, and she knew who he was. Her gaze steeled and her expression hardened. "Loki," She said coldly.
It was then that he realized who the woman before him was. "Agent Romanoff," he said looking at the SHIELD agent before him. He didn't sound cocky, he didn't sound arrogant as he had before. He sounded broken, tired, and alone. Natasha picked up on his tone and tilted her head actually taking note of his bleeding wounds. "Come with me," She said randomly. Holding his hand she gently helped him walk to her apartment. Once through the door she sat him in a kitchen chair and put her garment bag in her bedroom. From her bathroom she brought out the first aid kit and set it on the table beside Loki. Instead of starting her semi-triage medical care, she went into the kitchen and brought forth a bottle of Russian vodka and two shot glasses. "You may have fine things in Asgard, but this is one of the finer things you'll find here," She said as she set the vodka down on the table.
She sat in a chair she moved next to him and started treating the places she could. His bruising and lacerations were varied in their healing stages. Some were new, some were older. He sat and took her care, not having any pride to stand in the way of him getting treated. He truly was broken having fallen from the pedestal he put himself on. She poured the clear alcohol into the small glasses and handed one to Loki. "Zdorovʹye" she said, meaning health in Russian. She took the shot quickly and smiled at the familiar burning of the vodka on the back of her throat. Loki took his shot and didn't mind the burn of the alcohol which surprised the former Russian quite a bit.
She didn't know how to ask her former enemy, a god, to strip his armor and tunic so she could bandage the rest of him. She tried pulling it herself and he got the message. He shed his emerald armor and tunic, exposing his bare torso covered in wounds and scars on his back. She didn't care about the cuts; she just, for some random reason she didn't understand, wanted to make sure he was taken care of. She tended to his wounds and bandaged him up to help him heal. "Thank you," he murmured quietly to the redhead.
She nodded curtly and looked into his eyes. "Why are you here? Weren't you supposed to be in Asgard?" she asked surveying his features to detect a lie.
"I was, but it is a rather long story. If you would like, I will tell it to you," he said looking into her emerald eyes. She saw a sadness and pain in his eyes she didn't see the last time she spoke with him. But his vision was clouded by something she didn't quite know what it was.
"I've got a mission to do. But I'll be back soon," she said getting up and walking to her bedroom. She closed the door and got busy readying herself. Pulling out the emerald colored mini dress she slipped it on and it fit like a glove. It showed her figure without being to revealing, the hem line stopping just about mid-thigh. She put on her jewelry and carried her silver strappy heels in her hand. He draped a black jacket over her arm and walked out of the bedroom to see Loki had moved from his chair to her couch.
She debated on whether or not she should carry her gun with her and she decided against it. She'd keep the gun in her car and instead decided on a blade. She put her foot up on the chair Loki had been sitting in and strapped a black Velcro band around her upper thigh. Loki only turned around once and then saw the position she was in. Seeing her in that pose he quickly turned around and averted his eyes, he was still a gentleman after all.
The hidden blade what just that, hidden. Seamless the knife would go unnoticed and she smiled knowing she had protection now. She walked over to the couch and looked at her visitor who looked up at her sheepishly almost. "You're welcome to anything here in the apartment," She said quietly and she put on her jacket. He looked her up and down once smiling at how beautiful she looked. Granted he noticed that while he was locked in the cell, but he couldn't tell her that then. He didn't even think he could tell her now. This woman could kill him in an instant now since he was now mortal. "You look, lovely," he managed out quietly.
She blinked and looked at him. "Thank you," She said slightly confused by the random compliment. The last time she had spoken to him, he threatened her with using her partner to kill her, slowly and intimately, in every way he knew she feared. She walked to the door and turned her head slightly to look at him. "You know I remember everything you said, right?" She asked halfway out of the door. He turned and looked at her, nodding in reply. "I'll explain everything when you return. And thank you, for being hospitable to me… even through everything I have done," He said in a tone unfamiliar to her from him. It was sincere, not sincerity inside pride or vanity, but plain sincerity.
It was her turn to nod her head in reply as she said, "You're welcome." She walked out of the apartment and onto her mission. She knew it wouldn't take long for her mission, two hours… three at the most for one of this kind. If there were two things she was good at, it was getting information and living up to the name Black Widow.
Loki laid down on the couch, wincing as he did so. Staring at the ceiling he lost himself in thought. Finally his thoughts started to waver as sleep overwhelmed him. But with sleep came the sensation of falling. He knew it was his memory of falling from the bridge but instead of the stars around him, it was the black emptiness with the whispers of the Chitauri and their leader, the Other along with Thanos, discussing their plans for him.
Natasha walked into her mission and knew what she had to do; acquire target, seduce target, extract information, and terminate target. She walked into the club and smiled her sultry smile and looked around. She found her target among a group of women, all bottle blondes. So she made sure she'd stand out. The music played with a good beat and she danced to it, watching her target nonchalantly. She saw him leer at her and she knew she had him. He parted the crowd and came to her. This task would be some of the simplest she's done. Or… So she thought.