A/N: Hey, guys! It is such a pleasure to meet all of you and, as my first time doing this, I do really hope you can all enjoy this as much as I do at making it. I'm not planning on huge fighting parts, including Thanos, nor anything like that, so far: it's pretty much all about Loki growing as a being so far, with a little help. Anyway, I hope I'll be able to entertain you as nicely as possible.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Marvel's right at any level over neither story, nor characters.


Falling in Reverse,

as a fan fiction of "The Avengers".

1.: Nothing else Matters .

"Never cared for what they do, never cared for what they know, but I know – oh, I know"; Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica.

There has never been a moment in his life where he truly felt as if he had lost himself so madly like he was before: He was Loki of Asgard, son of Odin and prince of the kingdom above the sky, higher them any land; he was raised as monarch to be the truest ruler and, even if deep inside he had always knew that it was Thor's place, as the firstborn and the oldest, it has never been a single day of his existence where he doubted his capacities being way better and stronger than the ones of his brothers' "king-to-be", after his countless effort and finding out about the truth… Being him now not Loki Odinson, but Loki Laufeyson.

As a matter of fact, he has always tried to be the most intelligent, the one with the most mesmerizing sense of calmness and honor, for any of the darkness and problems that could have come – Loki was a prince and he should be ready for anything. Although in a time where he and his now perplexed mind were all alone, falling into the endless shame, he found himself longing for the memories where things were painless: when they were all children, both him and Thor, and loving each other was the only thing they tried too hard to accomplish and fight over, to be the one who did it better. Somewhere deep inside Loki knew his place as the second-born and never strictly wished to be the one to steal his brother magnificence, as the future emperor: deep inside Loki only wanted to be known as good as him, but then his only misfortune would be the timing of his birth, placing him as the second only in this matter and nothing else. Yet destiny wasn't that kind, neither the opinion of his "so-called-friends", and the rest of the Aesir: they thought him ill, thinking of a possible inability of him as a leader. For a time, being there and belonging to that family, would have been enough for him, regardless of what the others had to say.

But as sadist as the fate can be, nothing of that lasted forever: all he have ever knew, and loved, were stolen from him – actually, nothing of those were ever accurately his! His father and his mother were HYPOCRITES; his brother and his affections were hold by LIES; his home were build with ILLUSIONS and all of a sudden, all he wanted was to take away their happiness… They deserve to fell as betray as he did and for that they would have pay, even if that would cost him the life he learn to love and hate, at the same time in Asgard. Only after them going through all that, he could start to think about forgiveness. So now there was no such a thing as being pleasant, nor gentle: and it was that time when that evil little voice in his mind that he tried so hard to silence finally managed to speak as loud as a scream can be hear, that he decided that second place was no longer a suitable place for him and his ego to be! He deserved being the first and, for that, he would give anything – that was, too, the moment he had decided to conqueror Midgard, as being the faster way to get into Thor, always keeping in mind all his loss and new-born hate

In the end, he was the one who fought the most to be accepted and yet, there he was now: falling as faster and as harder into self-destruction, after being defeated by the Avengers, now going back to Asgard to be probably tortured as even the most heinous and wicked of the all the criminals should not be forced to face, just because the attempted to hurt the realm that the dearly loved Odin's son had swore to protect; failing with his "now-kwon" royal duty and personal torturer and burden to open Odin's eyes to the only truth he was, maybe, too old to really understand… That he should be the one and only to rule; that Asgard would just be full of its original splendor, majesty if someone as brilliant and open minded as him was to be crowned and not that unwise, reckless and obsessed with foolishness as Thor in his vision – Thor made a mistake… He started a WAR, out of rage and stupidity only! Nevertheless for the reason that he met some random human, who told him about worship and respect, they shall give him as many chances as he asks!, he thought furiously, I was betrayed in more manners than I can perhaps come to overlook; I was taken as a frightened and pitiful child, for craving what was rightfully mine – I have and always had the reasons of legitimacy! Yet, in some bizarre delusional way, none of that is even enough to make any of my gaffes at least fair-minded!, he was tired, already, just to think of this much of injustice. WHAT CAN A MARE MORTAL DO TO ALTER A GOD, ANYWAY?, he screamed to himself only to hear mentally, as his mouth was forcibly closed and he could not speak, HOW CAN A PRETENDER DARE TO TALK ABOUT LOVE, TOO? HOW, GOD OF THUNDER?, he continued to grow anger, and anger, to himself, Thus far, both the mortals he protected so bravely, so dearly and the altered god – Thor – managed to defeat me… And here I thought I was the cruelest of them all, while destiny always manages to surprise me, nonetheless.

"I suppose it's time for us to go, Brother", said Thor ever-so-confident, as if even if Loki disagreed with that, he had any chance do be heard, and respected, anyway. Such a joy! If Laufeyson could have a wish to come true, definitely, it would be his head served, so he could too sound so confidently. As if I had that much of a choice, anyway.

"Thanks, Thor, for your help", reached out Cap, "If the time ever comes again, I hope we can count on you".

"Nonsense, Steve son of Rogers! I do not deserve such kindness, as if only I was at it alone", he said, with a big smile, "We were all great warriors and fate shall always bless those who fought with bravery and truthiness of heart!". I thought I was only supposed to be punished, once I got into Asgard, Loki thought with bitterness, feeling sick for all that sweetness. This is not sensible of yours, dear brother, as you promised me a fair trial! Someone just, please, murder me already.

"We are gonna miss you around, blondie!", Tony showed up with Natasha, "Next time, you and your Jane could do something with me and my Potter", he said cheerfully, "You know, all of us together, four-way".

""Four-way"? I am afraid I do not understand the meaning of your words, but-", when Thor finally to realize that malicious smile on Stark's face and immediately regretted his own, even if he still could not get the reference, "Let it go, Man of Iron, I do not wish to know", he struggled, "On the other hand, I do wish you well!".

"Don't be an ass, Stark", Nat punched one of his arms, "Be nice, once in a while".

"I AM nice", he said, almost offended, "His brother just blew away my new tower, and I'm not charging him!".

"No need to protect me, Lady Natasha", Thor interrupted, "Even if I am flattered to be the center of your thoughtfulness", he placed one of his hands on her shoulder, mentally thanking her. "And for the errors of my brother, I am deeply sorry and I hope one day you can forgive him". And, with that, Loki rolled his eyes, How can I be forgiven for something I am not even remorseful about? An apologetic posture never was mine to have, at first instance.

Clint, that was not that far away laughed a bit too loud for the sake, as Bruce only watched all the scene: both of them had some of the worse time with Loki and it was only fair to expect them not to come too closely. Thor could understand that, but it would not make him feel any better If things were to be his way, all of them, mainly Loki, would be… How is that the midgardians call? "Good buddies", as he was getting used to say.

Loki spent most of his time looking anywhere, but to their faces: he would never let them have the taste of his fallen state to make the victory any sweeter. Even with that, when Thor handed him the Tesseract to hold, and finally be back to Asgard, he could not help himself, but to seek those faces he, too, learned to hate – a thing that, lately, had became rather easy for him to do. Every one of them angered him for their own reason, but, most of all, besides Thor, was Natasha Romanoff: she, that deplorable mortal, had managed to best him in his own game and, for that, he had sworn to slave and destroy – yes, it had happened before, with Odin. He was the god of trickery and, yet, the allfather was the one who told the major all of plays. Anyway, it was quite remarkable for a human, that he would accept, but for her he held one special amount of disgust and made a mental note to pay that debt one day – and some other things, as he was a man and could tell when he saw attractive creature, no matter what kind.

When, moreover, their eyes met, while Loki felt some challenge... The only thing that Natasha could feel, was to try not to lose composure: she had never dreamed of him, nor had delusions about his evilness, nor went crazy over his words, nor anything like that – no! Not only love, but most off all feelings were a bit to unnecessary to her. She would never allow none of those kinds of sentimental demonstration take over her, as that variety of humanity and sympathy had been stolen from her since the events of "Red Room": after all, she was just an experiment that went according to the plans... She was the "perfect spy" and as such, Nat was able to shut down and limit herself to no emotional at all, as if she could just shut down all the good – or whatever it was – that managed to stay still within her after all those years, being just neutral, which helped a lot in a job like hers; and, also, it was not as if she had ever have a lot of any of it, to begin with. She had forgotten what it was like to have feelings, and what it felt like to have a heart that could do more than just make the blood float through her body. But for the first time in decades, Romanoff found herself able to almost getting back the ability of feeling again: the barriers she had constructed were, in fact, unbeatable to anyone like her to win… Except that he was different, he was a god. And even if it was restricted to trepidation, anguish and fear. Loki, as dreadful as he was, still had been able to wake up the humanity that she had, among other things, ran away from and, forgotten. Therefore, for bringing that all back to life, even if for some briefly moments, secretly, she thanked him – just be human being with no titles nor masks holding her back, made it lighter to breathe. It sounded crazy for her, but she was almost sure that if there was ever a place where things were easy, Black Widow could had been being in great terms with that dammed Asgardian… Even relating with him, who knows? Impartiality has always been a friend of her, anyway.

He was almost happy, after all, to finally get the hell out of that haunted place, for now. Even if, at that moment, he could hardly see any optimism about the matter – and hope was never one of the things he ever held special care for, as he was in his way to Odin and his madness, and… Does it even matter? He would probably be dead, or lost in some far away dungeon, that same hour in the next day. Who would have known that the nightfall of my magnificent existence would be held in such a middling place? Oh, the enchantments of a being a Laufeyson…


A/N: So... That was pretty much of it, I guess. Not as big as I wanted, but a good start! Should I keep it up? I really hope so, as I love Loki to death, HAHA. Please, review as your graces to the story grows... I would really appreciate that!

Always a huge amount of pleasure to be with you,

Miss Jaded.