This is my first fan fiction so I apologize if it's a little short! I try my best c: Please note that I do not own any of the characters involved in Thor or the Avengers, including, but not limited to, Loki, Thor, and Heimdall. If I did I would not be here, I would be making another awesome movie!

The clouds cleared to show a dark night sky as a shadowy figure emerged from the dust. He glanced around at his surroundings, and a pleased grin stretched across his face. It had been long since he had seen the Earth. Too long. After all, it had been so easy to hide himself in an illusion and sneak away from his guards. If they looked upon his jail cell now, they would see him there, same as always. It would be a great advantage if they thought he was still under their control. Much easier to avoid being hunted down by those whom he had once called family.

He clutched a weapon in his hands, a scepter. Its tip was sharp enough to cut through iron as if it were butter, and it raced with a glowing blue energy. His captors had left it in his sight, to mock him, he supposed. If they glanced at where it should stand, they would see it there as if nothing had ever happened to it. No one could ever know of his absence. He was safe, for the moment.

He walked for a bit before he came upon a city that he did not know. If he had not been in such a hurry, he would have been sure that the bifrost would take him exactly where he needed to go - New York. For in New York was a very powerful substance. Residue left from a powerful item known as the Tesseract. The Tesseract was in his brother's hands now, under such high surveillance that it would be impossible to retrieve. The residue left by it was too subtle for any mortal to detect, but even so, it alone could supply the entire planet of Earth with energy for over a decade. However, he had greater plans for it.

If he were to harness that power, he could use it to create weapons that would win him Asgard. At last, he would not be living in the shadow of his idiotic brother. Finally, the people of Asgard would kneel before him as they should. They would kneel before Loki, rightful king of Asgard. In the end, they would all kneel...

'But not yet,' he reminded himself. Fantasies of ruling would not place a crown above his head. There was one small matter that stood in the way of the throne - locating the residue. And after that, there would be a larger one, but he decided to worry about that when he got there.

The city seemed unfamiliar, but he was not quite sure that he had not been here before. Time for these mortals seemed to be quite fast; a city could be built on Earth in what seemed like a day on Asgard. The lives of these mortals seemed to pass so quickly. He did not feel that he had lived very long, but for these mortals, many generations had passed. He was somewhere around 1,050 years old (he could not be bothered with counting years). However, in the years the creatures of this planet use to measure their own lives, he would be somewhere around 17. He did not care enough to discover his exact "age" in the years of such a lesser race.

There were few mortals on the streets at such a late hour, but the ones Loki did see stared at him. He began to wonder if he should create an illusion of wearing mortal clothes. They must think him weird to be dressed as he was. 'Let them wonder.' He thought. 'They are beneath me.'

He still was unsure of where he was. He did not feel like asking for help from one of the creatures of this planet, but he must find someway to get to New York. When the next mortal passed him, Loki grabbed his arm and placed his scepter to the man's throat. "How far is New York from here?!" He asked. The mortal's eyes widened and he made a choking sound. "HOW FAR?!"

"It's- It's on the other side of the country!" Replied the mortal in a fearful tone. Loki glared at the mortal in disappointment.

"WHERE AM I?!"

"Ca- California."

Loki slit the mans throat and left him on the sidewalk to die. The mortal had served its purpose and now was of no use. Perhaps the man would be lucky and the others would be able to save him with their feeble mortal medicine. Loki suspected not. He did not bother himself with the matter.

Suddenly lightning flashed through the sky, and a boom of thunder shattered the stillness on the night. A sense of dread filled Loki as he realized his mistake. This might cost him everything. Any chance of securing the residual energy of the Tesseract would be lost if Thor, his brother, the "all mighty" god of thunder, found him. Loki had no choice. He began to run.

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I'll work on making chapters longer! I'd love reviews, if you wouldn't mind c; Also, I'm not sure how often I should update, so please feel free to leave your suggestions for a schedule! Expect another chapter in the next few days!