Chapter 1: Founding of Chaos

"He's unconscious." A deep sigh of annoyance followed.

"Out like a baby." The genius playboy responded, his usual smirk plastered on his face. Clint Barton and Tony Stark stood side by side, looking through the glass window that separated them from a certain havoc-wreaking God of Mischief. He was lying on the bed, magic-depressant cuffs securely hooked to his wrists. Long black hair framed the sides of his face, and his eyes were closed. His expression, for once, was peaceful and rather endearing, like one of a sleeping child's. His chest rose and fell slowly, the only signs of life showing.

Tony shifted on his feet as he continued observing their enemy through the clear sheet of glass. Loki's badass at fighting, he thought to himself, but when he's asleep he looks too defenseless it's almost unfair. Tony particularly noticed that the sharp contrast of coal black and pale skin made Loki seem angelic, when he was anything but that. Luscious eyelashes against milky white skin… Parted lips; like an invitation he would not refuse… He had never noticed the colour of his eyes before. Weren't they a pair of magnetizing pure brilliant green? He would definitely drowned in those depths should he have the chanc-

Tony Stark frowned to himself. What had just happened? He was known to be mischievous, (okay, more than that, but that was not that point he wanted to make here) but to have fantasies about an enemy who had threw him out of his own building via the glass windows (which was not very nice by the way), was just downright bizarre.

"-ere was nothing. Did you feel that? I mean, you must have felt it too." Clint's words slowly entered Tony's thoughts.

"Excuse me?"

Clint huffed. "Were you even listening?"

"No, I wasn't."

Clint sighed again. "Repeating my-"

THUD. Both men's attention was immediately pulled towards the entrance. In the mere milliseconds that followed, the thick metal doors were roughly flung open by Thor, all in his godly fury and might, albeit looking rather exhausted from the day's events. He was still fully clothed in his protective armor with his red cape flowing in waves behind him. Clint could have cared less about his attire. It was the weapon that Thor held that caught his attention. Mjölnir was clenched tightly in his right hand.

Thor, being as simple as he was, was not a difficult person to read. Both Tony and Clint could see how his emotions were shown within the suffocating tension in his body. He took large earth-shaking steps towards the duo, his expression clouded with conflicting emotions.

He paused for a while, unsure of how he could phrase his words. With a deep-set frown, he finally spoke with a low voice, "How is my brother?"

"Sleeping like he owns the place, thank you very much." Tony replied jokingly, an attempt at lightening the serious mood.

Thor's frown remained. "My brother had no control over his actions. Why do you accuse him of being disrespectful to your provided dwelling?"

"It was a joke." Clint helpfully supplied.

"I… understand." Thor said frowning. Tony doubted Thor got the joke, but did not mind it.

"But what of my brother then? Man of Iron?" Anxiety was evidently present in his voice.

"Hmmm. The readings aren't giving us enough information to determine anything…" Tony put a hand on his chin, "No, wait, let me rephrase. Let's just refer to it as signals, okay? For simplicity's sake? Right, so the signals given out indicate brain activity. Thing is, we don't know why lazy ass on the bed over there won't wake up. It's not like he can't, but it seems like he won't."

As Thor's confused expression amplified many times over, Clint felt like smacking his hand onto his face.

"Readings of brain… activity? The reading of the activity of the brain? I do not understand."

Tony sighed. It was going to be a long day.

He felt like he was underwater; the cool liquid around him lulling, relaxing. He had hardly felt coolness. He was always much colder in temperature and therefore only felt hot. Now, as he basked in his surroundings, he felt at ease, a deep peace within him numbing his senses. He did not even remember how he had gotten here. He could not have care less. He concentrated on the wonderful experience, savouring its rarity.

Suddenly, he was plunged into black scorching darkness. Huge invisible tendrils clawed at him, wanting to rip him apart; to own him, to control him. He tried to run, but it was futile. He was powerless against the strong force, invading into his very being. He struggled, mindless panic taking over him, but he was held down by the force. A bright light flashed on the inner side of his wrists, marking him. It burned, deep and scarring, and he groaned loudly in pure agony, helpless tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. The marks were of dark thin blue ink; curling up into unknown symbols he had never laid eyes upon in his life. He looked at it, waves of confusion and agony eating at him. If not for the circumstances, he would most likely have deemed it elegant in its writing. He shouted in protest, still grappling with the tendrils that gripped his limbs tightly, but alas, it was to no avail. Exhausted, he stopped fighting, head hung low in defeat.

Deem it a gift, Loki, Son of Laufey. It is in your birthright to fulfill your forefathers' oath, as will your descendants.

The voice faded away and Loki drowned into oblivion.

He awoke with a sharp intake of breath, sitting up in the bed. Loki grasped his chest, heaving and panting as he filled his lungs with precious air. The dream… It had felt so real… He closed his eyes shut, slender frame shuddering at the replay of the unwanted dream that his brain provided him. He was so overwhelmed he had not even noticed the shackles that binded him. The tendrils, he concluded, was the worst kind of confinement he had ever experienced. It had somehow taken control of his mind and his soul; his very core, and played with it, tampering with its contents, then marking him, tainting him-

"Brother. Brother, are you alright?"

Wild, panicked eyes flickered to Thor's form where he was sitting by the bed.

It was when it happened.

An uncontrollable force took over him, as if invading his consciousness. An intense, forceful compulsion that was ingrained in him coerced lust to well up in his being. His body lighted with unseen flames, as uncontrollable heat pooled in his groin. Suddenly, his brother seemed very delectable. He could even picture it in his mind: Loki was a savage beast, crouching in the shadows, eyeing his shivering prey; Thor. A wild, feral desire glazed in his bright emerald eyes, as he looked at his dear, dear innocent brother. A mouthwatering meal had presented itself. He would be a fool to reject, now would he not?

"Brother?" Eyes of concerned blue peered into wild green. Absolutely irresistible.

Loki sucked in a deep trembling breath, eyes glazed over with insatiable lust. "Thor, despite my (suddenly quelling) hatred towards you, I… I feel a strong desire to copulate with you."

"What?" Thor spluttered, as did the two Avengers standing outside the room. Without giving Thor any time to respond, Loki got up on fours and leaned up into Thor, crushing his lips against his. Thor gasped with surprise, accidentally allowing access to his mouth. Without a moment's hesitation, Loki grasped the chance, triumph burning in his eyes as he stretched out a hand, placing it behind Thor's head to deepen their kiss.

Loki's kiss was rather sloppy due to his inexperience, but it was intense nonetheless. It was desperate and filled with such fervor that heat built up within Thor at Loki's touches. Loki erotically moaned into the kiss, head clouded with such strong desire that he was thoroughly overwhelmed by it. Loki subconsciously started to grind against his brother. Intelligent as he was, his brain currently could not even hope to process any thoughts. Thor groaned, not even resisting. He thread his fingers through Loki's beautiful coal-black hair, pressing his body even closer to himself. Both were completely lost in the mindless depths of their kiss that they did not even hear the words of the person trying to pull them apart.

Steve Rogers tried not to concentrate on the sight before him, but more on the task at hand: Stopping this… calamity, or whatever it was, because it was wrongwrongwrong on so many levels that he could not even count. Heat flushed his face (partly due to exhaustion and strain, but also due to embarrassment) as he pulled at Thor's arm, attempting to break them apart. However, the obstinate God of Thunder would not budge, too caught up with the kiss he shared with his alluring brother (who, furthermore, happened to be their enemy).

"Tony! Clint! Stop staring and help! I leave you guys alone for a few moments and this is what happens!"

Upon hearing Steve's words Loki broke from the kiss and let out a feral snarl at the Captain, a palpable rippling action soaring through his body like a beast's, "Deter us not, unwise one!"

His eyes burned a bright red, his skin flashing uncontrollable deep blue for a second. Steve stumbled backwards, shocked. Loki then turned back to a dazed-looking Thor, bringing ravenous lips back to the other's. He pushed Thor down on the bed with a single fluid motion, a triumph-filled grin plastered on his face. As long, elegant fingers fumbled with the removal of Thor's obstructive clothing, Loki growled seductively into his ear, "You're mine." Thor shivered with anticipation, his thoughts no longer his to control.

Outside:

Without a moment's hesitation, Tony twisted the metals bands on his wrists. His suit appeared from the entrance, attaching itself onto his being within seconds. Blue light blinked from his suit, ready for battle. He glanced to his side where Clint was standing. He was frozen behind the glass, still absorbed and rather in shock at the sight. It would take a while for him to unfreeze, Tony rationalized and decided to deal with him later.

He rushed into the room.

By this time, both Loki and Thor were already partially undressed and panting heavily, nipping at each other's necks, thrusting tongues deep into each other's mouths, their hands trailing all over their bodies. Steve, on the other hand, had backed up to the corner of the room, eyes still wide with shock. Upon hearing Tony's footsteps, Loki's eyes trailed to the side, purposely looking at him as deep-tongued Thor, letting out a sensual moan.

"Care to join us, Man... of... Iron...?" Loki accentuated the last three words with a breathy voice, the question coming out in pants. Damn the sexy bastard! Tony thought as he harshly grabbed Thor by the shoulder and with all his might, managed flung him into the corner of the room with a thundering (hahaha, thundering) crash. He turned back to Loki.

"No." He huffed.

Loki looked up at him. His hair was tousled adorably and his clothes were partly ripped, revealing pale milky skin that Tony had fantasized about just mere minutes ago, when everything had not gone crazy yet. "Man of Iron," Loki literally purred, going on all fours again, "do you not desire me?" Loki tilted his head to the side, baring his neck as his eyes sparked with endless need. Tony gulped in his suit. Damn it to hell, because Loki was suddenly so fucking goddamned sexy.

"I…" Tony, absolutely entranced by those mesmerizing green eyes, lifted up the mask on his suit. He slowly leaned in, hand bringing up to touch the side of Loki's smooth face, trembling lips about to touch the other's when-

WHAM! Loki flopped onto the bed, unconscious. Steve Rogers, breath in coming in arduous pants, stood in the midst of the chaos, his hand (which was holding on to a rather huge metal pole) still in midair from knocking a certain God of Mischief unconscious. Tony blinked, the thick haze that was previously clouding his mind clearing away instantly. He looked about the room.

Thor was stirring now, emitting soft groans, from where he crashed into the wall. That particular side of the wall was in terrible ruins, debris scattered around the Asgardian. Wheezing smoke filled the room, further indicating the damage caused. Steve, on the other hand, was looking to the ceiling, pure stress clouding his face as he let out a loud sigh.

Tony looked to the clear glass. It was a one-way glass, but he hoped Clint was already gone from where he had been standing earlier, and had gone to get help.

He looked to the unconscious Loki on the bed last.

Tony blinked.

"Can someone tell me what the hell just happened?"

A/N: And the chaos starts! Muahahaha. If anyone wants to shoot me with a laser gun for Loki being out of character, let me tell you that Loki's actions will be explained... soon enough. Review please! I live off reviews. It's my first Avengers Fanfic; tell me how I did! xP