Summary: Loki arrives on Midgard badly injured and is found by the newest addition to the Avengers, the spirit of chaos.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort; Romance

Pairings: Loki/OC

OC: Chaosity (nicknamed Chaos), spirit of chaos and magic

Category: Avengers/RotG crossover

A/N: Italics mean that a scene is a flashback.

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Prologue (Loki's PoV)

Loki shivered as he curled into the fetal position. His entire body ached and all he knew was that he was somewhere on Midgard, in some ally. How did he get here?

"Loki Odinson," Loki frowned slightly when Odin called him this. "For your crimes against Midgard, you are banished from Asgard, you will be sent to you allies, the Chitauri." Loki flinched and looked up at the Allfather, remembering what the Other had said. 'If you fail, if the Tessaract is kept from us, there will be no moon, no barren crevice where he cannot find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something sweet as pain.' Loki shuddered; he couldn't go back to them. The Trickster looked at Thor, who stood nearby. Loki didn't know why he looked at Thor, it was just instinct; as kids, Loki would always look to his older brother for help. But Loki knew no help would come from Thor now, although the Thunder god did give Loki a look that clearly showed that Thor wanted to do something, but, of course, the Allfather's word was law, there was nothing even Thor could do about that.

The Chitauri tortured Loki. And, soon, the Trickster saw what the Other had meant when he said "He will make you long for something sweet as pain." Finally, Loki gathered up all the magic he had left and transported himself off of the Chitauri's planet, not caring where he ended up. Hel, he could end up back on Asgard and wouldn't care, just as long as he was away from them.

Chaosity's PoV

Chaos flew through the streets of New York. No one noticed her, she was a spirit after all, and the only ones who could see her were the Avengers and a few SHEILD agents, including Fury. The Avengers were able to see her because Thor had seen her and had somehow gotten the Avengers to believe in her so that they could see her. Apparently, because he was a god, Thor could see spirits and had explained that spirits were only invisible to Mortals. Chaos heard a soft groan from an ally she was passing and stopped. It was probably just some unfortunate person who had gotten robbed, but something made Chaos enter the ally. Looking around, the spirit of chaos could make out the shape of a person lying against the wall. Chaos approached the stranger and knelt, carefully rolling the person over. She gasped softly when she saw who it was. Loki, the god of Mischief. The wounded demigod stirred and his eyes suddenly flew open. Loki scrambled away from Chaos, bare chest rising and falling rapidly, as if he's just run a marathon.

"Hey, it's alright Loki; I'm not going to hurt you." Chaos told Loki soothingly.

Loki stared at Chaos, fear mixed with pain showed in his emerald eyes.

"I promise, Loki, I'm not going to hurt you." Chaos held out her hands, showing Loki that she was unarmed. She continued speaking. "I'm not going to hurt you, Loki. I'm an Avenger, we're the good guys. My name's Chaosity, but everyone calls me Chaos."

Chaos slipped an arm beneath Loki's shoulders, the other she slipped beneath his knees, carefully lifting Loki up, not failing to notice the way Loki flinched violently when she touched him. Using her magic, Chaos flew to Stark Tower.

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A/N: And that's the end of the prologue. Reviewers get a virtual cookie.