Here's a new story I thought up of in France, hope you like it!
"Loki Odinson" Odin's voice bellowed from inside the Asgardian courtroom. Hushed murmurs danced through the jury and crowd as Loki appears from the door, led by Thor in chains. "You are brought here today because of your actions in Midgard." He took out a scroll and
Loki inwardly rolled his eyes, 'please' he thought 'you don't need that scroll to tell you what I did.'
"You abused your power and attempted" Odin emphasized the word attempted and Loki sighed, must he be reminded? "to take over Midgard and proclaim yourself ruler. You worked with the Chitauri and killed innocent mortals." His voice grew louder. "As allfather, I have decided your punishment, and you will be exiled to Midgard, similar to the punishment your brother had received."
Loki's eyes widened, "But Fath- Odin, you cannot take away my powers and leave me on Midgard while everyone hates me so. I would be stoned to death or killed in worse ways"
Odin's eyes were amused, "I hadn't finished yet Loki. Along with removal of your powers, I will give you a different mortal form, and until you prove yourself worthy of your powers and identity, you are to be stuck in that form." He brought the hammer down and Loki felt himself being ripped from the courtroom. "And you won't be able to tell anyone of the punishment bestowed upon you" Odin called out. Loki landed on his back, knocking the wind out of him. After catching his breath he went to sit up, had it been this difficult before? Maybe the Hulk's beating had taken a slight toll on him. As he took in the surroundings, he could immediately recognize it was central park. In New York.
Loki groaned, of course, of all the places Odin would send him, this would be the place. He saw a pond and made his way toward it to inspect the form Odin had given him. The moment his eyes met the water he grimaced, and the reflection grimaced back. Loki could almost hear Odin along with Thor and the rest of Asgard laughing at his misfortune. There, staring back at him, was a man in his twenties, sporting a 5 o'clock shadow and a thick layer of fat covering his entire body. To make matters worse, his hair was now brown and appeared greasy even though it wasn't. He was wearing a plain blue jacket and jeans. As he got up, he noticed there was something in his jacket pocket. He pulled it out to find keys and a small scrap of paper.
I decided to provide a shelter, considering you'll probably be there a while - O
The address was written below. Loki sighed. He made his way out of the park and toward his apartment. A grumble was heard from his stomach. "This body doesn't look like it needs food" Loki murmured. He put his hands in his pockets and realized he had no money or wallet. Walking by cafes and restaurants he became increasingly hungry. As he made his way toward another block, he saw a small diner tucked in the corner, a Help Wante sign on the window. He walked past it before a strange guilt passed over him. What was this? He had never felt guilt. He found himself walking by the diner again, trying to walk past it, before stopping in front of the help wanted sign again. Sighing, he pushed through the door, entering the small diner.
As Steve landed one last hard punch to the bag before it flew across the room, he felt a small weight lifting off him for a moment. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he collected his things from the bench. Taking a swig of water, he tried to check the phone Tony had entrusted him with. It was confusing and Steve didn't use it for anything other than communication. He had no messages. Typical, Steve thought, no one was really interested in him. After Thor had left, the Avengers, although under the same roof, had split into groups. Natasha and Clint were always together while Bruce and Tony were always in the lab.
"Mr. Rogers?"
Steve's thoughts were broken by JARVIS's voice from above. "Yes JARVIS?"
"Mr. Stark requires an assembly in the living room"
"Ok" Steve said, "Thank you JARVIS." He added as he made his way to the elevator. The elevator shot up to the living room in a short few seconds. Upon entering he noticed several weird things. Fury was there. Along with Agent Hill. Natasha and Clint actually seemed to be interested. But the thing that caught his attention the most was the blonde god of thunder in the middle of the room.
"My friends!" Thor bellowed, "I have returned!"
A pleasant aroma hit Loki's nose when he entered the small diner. It was quaint, with a nice homely atmosphere. There were a few old couples and a family spread along the booths. He made his way to the diner table and sat down. A middle aged man soon appeared.
"Hello there! What'll it be today?" He asked in a heavy Brooklyn accent.
"Well, I, um.." Loki stuttered, inwardly cursing himself for his bumbling. What had happened to his famed silvertounge? "I came about the job application"
The man perked up, "You did? We sure as hell need someone right now too! Can you bus tables and do dishes?"
Loki's nose began to wrinkle up in disgust. Dishes? He was a prince. He'd never done dishes. And bus tables? He pushed the thoughts aside, knowing he needed this chance to show Odin he could change. "Sure"
"Good! Come on back"
Loki was led to the kitchen, and to a pile of dishes in a large sink.
"Do you think you could start today? I'll throw in a free meal." The man looked hopeful and Loki reluctantly agreed. "Great! You can find an apron on the hook beside you. Every time that waitress, Judy, comes in with dirty dishes, you'll take the rag and bucket to clean up the tables."
Loki nodded, looking at Judy, a woman in her twenties with about 5 pounds of makeup on her eyes alone.
"…And then just clean up the dishes and put them there. All clear?"
Loki nodded.
"Good, my name's Andy and yours?"
Loki paused, he hadn't thought of that. What could he call himself? He tried to say Loki, but the word was caught in his throat and refused to come out, like he was a low bass trying to sing a high soprano. It simply could not be done. Mulling over names in his head, he came to one that seemed suitable enough. "You can call me Luke"
Andy nodded, "Welcome to the crew Luke"
"What are you doing back so soon?" Tony asked. The Avengers had sat on the couch and all took turns asking Thor questions.
"My father has decided that I should come back and help Midgard's mightiest heroes as well as reunite with Jane. I assure you I will do all I can to help defend this peaceful realm."
Tony opened his mouth before Fury jumped in. "What about Loki?" He asked sternly. It was the question that had been in all their minds, but no one had yet wanted to ask.
Thor's eyes flickered for a second, too quick for Steve to determine what emotion, or for anyone else to notice. "My brother has received the proper punishment he deserves."
"Torture? Death? C'mon, tell us more" Clint urged, sitting up, becoming strangely interested.
Steve frowned. Torture and death weren't morally right punishments. Sure Loki had tried to take over their planet, but Steve could never be comfortable knowing he was being tortured or killed as punishment.
"No" Thor said, "I am not allowed tell you the type of punishment."
"Oh" Clint said, settling back into his seat. An awkward silence began to fill the room.
"This is about a good a time as ever" Fury said, breaking the silence. "I've decided in our downtime, you are to train together and get to know each others strengths. We don't want to be thrown into a battle again and not be working as a team."
"Oh god, not the team building crap Fury" Tony started, before getting a glare from Fury that shut him up.
"You better get used to it. Starting tomorrow I want you to report to the SHIELD training area. 7:30am sharp. Good day" Fury got up and briskly walked out, leaving the Avengers in silence.
Loki fell onto the small bed. After four long hours of washing dishes and another hour of attempting to find his home, Loki was exhausted. As bad as first days of work can go, his ranked highly. He had broken 2 dishes and knocked over a vase while wiping down a table. He looked at his hands that had never before done a day of work. They were wrinkled from the water and small cuts trailed along the edges.
Loki closed his eyes. The task to prove himself worthy was not as easy as he thought it might be.