Hello, everybody! This is CapCM with a new story! If you read my last fanfiction, "How Did I End Up Here?", you know that I love psychology and figuring out the way that people think. And that is what this story is about. It's about Loki and his reasons for The Avengers. It will focus on Loki's internal diologue from the end of Thor up till halfway through Thor: Dark World. This fanfiction sprung from a fan theory I saw on Pinterist about why Loki looked so sick in the beginning of Avengers. They claimed that the scepter he used was acting like the One Ring from Lord of the Rings and that Thanos got him addicted to it. They said that the scepter was controlling Loki like the Ring would control its wearers. It gives them just enough control to let them think they're making their own decisions. The evidence that they presented was extraordinarily solid.

However, if you think that I'm dismissing Loki's actions in Avengers just because I'm a hard-core member of Loki's Army, I'm not. In The Avengers, Loki is a villain, and I do my best to make him still look like one. The only thing this fanfiction suggests is that we might not know the whole story.

I have already finished this fanfiction with a grand total of 15 chapters and 61 pages. It's much shorter than my last story because it only covers one and a half films rather than eight. Expect regular updates usually on Saturdays, but I promise to give you guys at least one chapter a week!

There will also be direct quotes from the film. However, the quotes have been edited. Personally, I do not like cursing, so I have taken out the curses, and as a Christian, I have also taken out any form of taking saying God the wrong way.

Trigger warnings: definitely not as many as "How Did I End Up Here?". Mainly addiction and mild blood. The Avengers is an actual war zone, but I don't dive into the blood much. I don't want this to hit too close to home for anybody, so if either of these warnings makes you uncomfortable, please don't read.

Update on 1/11/19: HAHA! We were right! The Marvel people have confirmed that Loki WAS mind controlled by the scepter in Avengers! So, to any Loki haters out there, "Ha!"...Okay, I'm done. Sorry for the rant. I just got excited, and thought that I needed to make a point. Maybe it was a little loud, he really was never a villain. Anyways, I'm not going to hold you up anymore!

Hope you enjoy chapter one!

Chapter One

"I could have done it, Father! I could have done it!" I shouted over the deafening boom of the breaking Bifrost. "For you! For all of us!"

I gripped the staff in Thor's hand as tightly as I could, but my hand was quickly slipping down the slick metal.

I stared up at Father clinging to Thor on the cracked Bridge. He held onto his son like they were each others' life forces. "No, Loki," he muttered, his sound so low that I almost couldn't hear it.

I suppose that's it, then. He woke himself from Odinsleep to save Thor. Not me. He never cared what I might have thought about the fact that I wasn't his blood. He kept me out of selfishness and spite against the Frost Giants. Both Odin and Thor had sworn to hunt down and slay all Frost Giants.

Frost Giants like me.

I glanced down at the void below my feet. It sucked in boulders and metal fragments from the Bifrost, taking them away to who-knows-where.

I destroyed it. I destroyed the Bifrost and nearly destroyed Jotunheim.

It would be better to fall. Fall for a few moments and either die or end up somewhere different.

I looked back up at Thor and found that his eyes were rimmed with red. I hurt him.

"Loki, no!" he shouted.

It would be better to fall. Get out of his way and not live with a family who wanted to kill me.

I let my aching hand loosen, the blood rushing back to my fingertips. The slick metal quickly slid passed, and I fell.

"No! Loki!"

It was Thor shouting. His call echoed more and more as I fell further and further away from him. I shut my eyes against his sound. This was better, right?

Something impacted my side, making me gasp as a sharp pain sliced through me. I snapped my eyes open and found that I was caught up in the stream of debris flying through the void. Shattered stone and broken metal flew towards me from every direction possible. I dodged every way I could, ducking and turning as I glided through the stream, but there wasn't much I could do. Every way I turned, there was already something there.

Stone and golden metal hit me again and again, making every part of me ache and hurt ten times worse than I already was. Debris flew into me, impacting my chest, my shoulder, my stomach. Each hit pushed the air from my lungs. I couldn't breath.

A dark spot appeared in the distance, taking in everything. The stone, the metal, the light. The spot grew rapidly until it swallowed me up, spitting me out into nothing.

It was colder than Jotunheim, and my form quickly shifted from Asgardian to Frost Giant to accommodate it, but I couldn't take in any air. There was no air. I gasped and gasped for breath, but no oxygen came to relieve my aching lungs. It was too cold for even a Jotun like me, and the lack of air made it worse.

My eyes slipped closed and I gladly let them. I lost myself inside of my own mind, images and feelings racing towards me faster and faster.

"The day will come when one of you will need to defend that peace."

"When I'm king, I will hunt the monsters down and slay them all!"

"A wise king must never seek out war, but he must always be ready for it."

"Loki! Now, that was just a waste of good wine."

"It's just a bit of fun….I am jealous at times, but never doubt that I love you."

"Why? B-because I'm the monster who parents tell their children about at night?...Laufey's son?...So I-I'm just another stolen relic to be locked away until you have use of me?...You favoured Thor all these years!...You could never have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"

"I never get used to seeing him like this."

"Until Odin awakens, you are now king."

"Can I come home?"

"I will not fight you, Brother!"

"I am not your brother. I never was."

"Loki, this is madness!"

"I never wanted the throne! I only ever wanted to be your equal!...Brother, please….If you destroy that Bridge, you'll never see her again!"

"No, Loki."

I gasped as my eyes flew open. It was warm again. A little too warm, actually. I could breath. But where was I?

I glanced around and found a darkened stone room but nothing else. I was lying on a cushioned bed, and it looked like I was being held in a cave, but it was too dark to tell anything else.

I tried to sit up to get my bearings, but something on my face tugged me back down. I reached up and came into contact with a tube that was blowing oxygen into my nose. I grabbed hold of it and carefully pulled it forward and lifted it over my head, letting it drop onto the stone floor.

I sat up fully, my lungs seizing and making me cough. I covered my mouth with my hand, and pulled it away once the coughing finally stopped. Drops of blood were splattered across my palm.

I moved to wipe the blood off on my trousers, but a sharp pain in the crook of my elbow made me hiss. A needle was stuck into my vein, and the tube led to an bag hanging off of one of the rocky shelves, filled with some kind of clear, intravenous solution.

"I wouldn't pull that out if I was you," a deep, gravelly voice cautioned as I took hold of the needle. "You have been unconscious for days. That needle is the only thing that has been giving you nutrients."

I slowly let the needle go, but I wasn't sure if I could trust a voice without a face. "Would you care to show yourself?" I requested.

A figure came out of one of the darkened corners of the cave. It was so heavily clothed that I couldn't tell if it was male of female. A black hood concealed the top of it's head, and a twisted metal cage circled around its jaw, slithering up its face and disappearing under the hood.

"I have many names, but you may call me by my most common one: the Other," the figure introduced.

It was a ridiculous name, but it was a bad idea to mention it. "And how did I get here?" I voiced, aiming to learn anything this Other was willing to tell me and perhaps a few things he wasn't.

"We found you floating in space in a field of debris," the Other explained coming a few steps closer to the bed I was on. "We pulled you into our ship and found that you were, miraculously, still alive but only just. We warmed you up and helped you breath again. Then we brought you here."

"And where is here?" I pressed.

"Somewhere that will be revealed in time," the Other answered, striding away from me and towards a wall of bars that were stuck in the ground. "But for now, rest. Regain your strength."

The Other opened the cell door and stepped out, locking it behind him. He disappeared down a darkened hall that joined the jagged, circular cavern out of the cell, and he never came back.

I didn't know how long had passed, but it had to be at least a few days. Over a week maybe. Someone who looked to be the same race as the Other brought me meals and gradually took me off of the IV. I regathered my strength and kept myself as healthy as I could, but I was still aching from falling through that void.

My broken rib was slowly mending, and I gradually stopped coughing up blood, but I doubted that it would ever heal completely due to the apparently limited medical supplies they had here. Breathing grew easier, and I could walk around without a problem.

Though I was getting better, my sleep was restless. I kept dreaming of when I fell. The moment I let go revisited me again and again. The look on Thor's face is what kept me awake. The way he screamed for me sounded so broken.

I hurt Thor terribly when I sent the Destroyer after him while he was on Earth and when I held the Bifrost on Jotunheim, nearly destroying it, but I couldn't see another choice. My first act as temporary king wasn't going to be undoing Odin's last, and I thought that destroying that desolate, icy land would do them both proud. Both of them did swear to be rid of the entire race of Frost Giants.

I couldn't help but wonder if Thor was okay. He had to be. I was out of his way. I was one less Frost Giant he had to destroy.

I knew that if I concentrated on Thor long enough, I would be able to contact him with the magic that our mother taught me, but I couldn't risk him seeing me. If he saw me, I might as well have never let go at all.

Thor had friends when he was on Earth. Those three people who fought with him against the Destroyer. I didn't hear their names, but I didn't need those to find them. If they were alright, Thor must be.

I leaned back into the jagged rock wall and closed my eyes, concentrating on the brief memories that I had of Thor's three Midgardian friends. The dark-haired one with the strange hat and glasses appeared first along with the woman Thor was in love with. They were having dinner in a small garage filled with their Midgardian technology. They talked and ate and joked like everything was normal. She was alright, so Thor had to be satisfied, at least, but he wouldn't be happy unless the other one was healthy, too.

I shifted my focus to the aged man that fought with them, and he appeared before me in a darkened, narrow hall accompanied by a tall, one-eyed man with dark skin and a long black coat. Thor's friend leaned forward and looked into a small case that shone with a pale blue light.

I looked inside the case and found a blue cube with a white-ish light that shone from the inside. I remembered enough of my studies to recognise the Tesseract instantly, but how could they find it? Wasn't it lost to the sea?

"Well, I suppose that's worth a look," I muttered.

Thor's friend nodded with my statement. "Well, I suppose that's worth a look," he repeated.

A hand flew across my cheek, leaving it stinging and hot. The image of the narrow hall and the two men disappeared in a flash of green and gold light, sending me back to the cave I was locked into.

The Other had returned, and he stood above me, his caged mouth curved upwards in a twisted snarl of a smirk. "You found it," he hissed.

"Found what?" I denied, matching his tone.

"The Tesseract."

"What's a Tesseract?" I wondered, feigning ignorance. He needed the Tesseract for something, and if I was a good enough actor, he might tell me why.

"Don't play dumb, Odinson," the Other countered, enunciating my name unnecessarily harshly. "He figured that if anyone would be able to find the Tesseract, it would be you."

"Whose 'he'?" I questioned.

"Do you want to know?"

"I'd rather know than not," I answered. I needed to know who was holding me captive. If I knew that, I would be better able to discern his weaknesses and get out, though I had no idea where I'd go.

"Then get up," the Other instructed, grabbing the tough, leather front of my tunic and pulling me to my feet.

The Other turned his back to me and marched out of the cell, and I followed close behind. The moment I stepped out of the cell, I was grabbed from behind. My hands were forced behind my back, though I fought against whoever was restraining me. A darkened hood was draped over my head, and then my hands were released.

My hand was grabbed again, and whoever was holding me tugged me forward, leading me through a hundred different twists and turns. We went left, right, left and left again. I tried to count my steps so that when I escaped, I'd be able to find my way out again, but there were too many too keep track of. A thousand steps one way, ten a different way, then fifty another.

The one who was pulling me along suddenly stopped, making me run into him or her.

"Hold still, Odinson," the Other's distinctive voice ordered.

The black hood was ripped off of my head and my hand was released. "Why, exactly, was that necessary?" I questioned, trying to get more information out of him, but he wasn't very forthcoming.

"He wants to keep you here for now," the Other answered, his voice sharp as a knife.

"And I ask again," I said, matching his tone, "where is here, and who is he?"

A guttural cackle rang through the air. It took all I had not to jump. I looked up and found a enormous man with violet skin and golden armour. He sat in his throne, floating above us.

"The 'he' the Other speaks of is me," he said, his deep voice rumbling through me. "Thanos."

I hope you all enjoyed! Please feel free to message me with any comments about anything at all! I love constructive critisisim, so if you have any problems with this story, please message me! See you soon for chapter two!