Hello, everyone! Okay, I couldn't help it. I HAD to post the first chapter, even though it's almost 4 AM my time. This fic excites me so much that I couldn't resist! So here are the main two reasons that I decided to post this story in the first place. First, I checked the website and only found one Avengers/Star Wars crossover. Second, Star Wars and the Avengers are my favorite movies EVER! I came up with the idea randomly and felt the need to post it. I hope it is successful because, though I am only on the first chapter, I enjoy writing it a lot! Sorry for rambling. I just thought I would provide an interesting backstory that reflects my intentions. XD Anywho, here is the first chapter. Enjoy and review!

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Pergjithshme: Yay I have a loyal fan that follows all my stories super happy fun time! Hmm it WOULD be interesting if Dooku landed on Asgard, though that wasn't the plan. And yes, graduation is SO SWEET! I saw your review and I was like "Pergjithshme found my new story, yay! Now it's a party!" :D


Loki paced restlessly around in his cell. He had been so close to victory. So close! He could have ruled Midgard and claimed his revenge on Thor. The plan was so well thought out that it couldn't possibly have failed, yet here he was, standing in a maximum-security prison in Asgard, the place he had grown up in. What had gone wrong? Now the Chitauri would stop at nothing to find him. If he thought that this was bad, he had another thing coming with the Chitauri.

"Brother," a familiar voice said. Thor stepped cautiously into the room, unsure of what emotional state his adopted brother was in.

Do not call me brother! Loki thought angrily. Though he was free to roam around the small space as he pleased, he still had chains on his hands and a muzzle on his mouth.

"You must understand that this is for the best," Thor said. "What you have done to the people of Midgard is unforgiveable."

If you wish to speak with me, then remove this infernal contraption. Loki's eyes flickered downward, toward the muzzle, then back at Thor. It was the only way he could let the god of thunder know what he was thinking about.

"You know I cannot remove that," Thor said exasperatedly, as if he'd said this numerous times. "It is a punishment for your crimes and a necessary restraint. You have lost the right to speak freely."

Get out of here, then. Do not expect anything more than a one-sided conversation. Loki narrowed his eyes. I wouldn't stoop to speaking to you even if I could speak.

"Father did not send me here," Thor said. "I came here of my own accord to see you. Unlike the rest of Asgard, I believe that you can be revived from this bitter state. Now that the threat is over, it is time to get down to business. The All-Father will come here to inform you of your punishment, though I decided to come to tell you myself before it becomes official." He gazed sadly at his brother. "You will be stripped of your rights as an Asgardian and treated as a prisoner for the rest of eternity. You will sit here in silence. The only time that you will be freed of your mouth restraint is to eat, which will be three times per week."

Loki thought of the way that humans read off what they call "Miranda Rights" whenever they arrested a criminal. There was irony in the way that Thor listed off his lack of rights. Does it look like I care? He tried to remain completely apathetic, but it was difficult to suppress a sigh. The prospect of the punishment certainly wasn't pleasant, but he regretted nothing. Given a second chance, he would probably do something similar to what he already did. He might change it up a little to try to be successful, though.

"You don't even care, do you? Do you realize the significance of what is happening here?" Thor pressed his hands against the glass of Loki's containment. It was similar to the one that S.H.I.E.L.D had used. "You're losing your freedom, brother! I just informed you that you will be left here for the rest of your miserable life and you do not even bat an eye! I want so much to know what you are thinking."

I will not give you the pleasure, Loki thought.

Thor looked around, then let out a defeated sigh. "Leave us," he told the guards. "I wish to speak with my brother alone."

"The All-Father ordered us to keep our post," one of the guards said.

"I am Thor Odinson, and I order you to leave for a brief moment. Nothing bad will come to pass here. Loki's magic is restrained and I am far more powerful than he is at the time. This is a direct order. I suggest you obey it."

The guards placed their hands on their hearts and bowed as one. "As you wish," one of them said. They filed out.

"I will never get used to the way they operate," Thor mused. Loki's eyebrows rose. Was Thor really being casual with him right now? "Hold still. If you try anything, you will regret it." Loki's eyes widened in surprise as Thor pressed his hand against a panel, opening the cage. He stepped in and faced his brother. "I believe you will be redeemed," he said. "I do not think for one second that you will be forced to remain here." Thor then did something that took Loki completely by surprise. He removed the muzzle.

Loki opened and closed his mouth several times, getting used to the new freedom. He looked at Thor uncertainly. "What are your intentions, pray tell?" he asked.

"Just to speak rationally with you," Thor responded.

Loki laughed. "Do you really expect that to go well?"

Thor shrugged hopelessly. "One can always hope, brother. One can always hope."

"Do not call me that," Loki spat. "I am no more your brother than the guards that walked out that door. Less so, in fact. At least they are of Asgard."

"I do not like the way you talk," Thor said. "You were just as much of Asgard as I am."

"You say 'were.' You refer to my lost rights."

"I do. But before you lost your mind, you were Asgardian through and through. Your true parentage mattered not. You chose to make it an issue."

Loki glared at the ground. He wondered why he chose to speak with Thor in the first place. He'd told himself to remain quiet. He did not want to give the god of thunder the pleasure of response. To speak to him was to submit. But he could not resist. Some part of him wanted to keep fighting, to keep being defiant. "Why do you come here?" he asked. "Your precious Midgard is safe now and the monster that brought war upon it is now subdued. You have no reason to speak with me."

"I already told you why I came here," Thor said. "I want you to know that at least one person has hope that you will come back to us. I am not the only one. Our mother—"

"Your mother, Thor!" Loki snapped. "I have no connection to anyone from Asgard. Especially not your parents."

"They were your parents growing up," Thor shot back. "Must I repeat what I said whilst we were on Midgard? We grew up together. We played together and fought together. You are as much a brother to me as someone who shares my blood would be. You may be losing your rights as an Asgardian, but you will never lose your rights as my brother."

Loki was slightly taken aback by this. After everything he had done, Thor still considered him a brother? He concealed his surprise by taunting him. "Are you really so foolish as to call me 'brother' after everything that has come to pass? When will it hit you that I am not the person that you think I am, nor will I ever be? I am not the same person that played with you and fought with you and grew up with you! I am a Frost Giant, Thor! A monster. I am what most would consider a tyrant. I tried to take over a realm. Wake up!"

Thor looked into his Loki's intense green eyes. "I refuse to 'wake up' and give up on you, Loki. Whether you believe it or not, I have a feeling that you will fight by my side again someday." He studied the muzzle in his hand. "Perhaps sooner rather than later."

Loki followed Thor's gaze. "Are you going to put that back on me?" he asked.

Thor nodded. "I'm afraid I have no choice."

"Get on with it, then." Loki lifted his chin ever so slightly.

Thor closed his eyes for a brief moment, seeming to brace himself. After a pause, he opened them again and reattached the restraint to Loki's mouth. "I'm sorry," he said. "Guards, you may return." The guards filed in. "I will be back, brother." Loki glared at him. "Yes, Loki, I will continue to call you brother. As I said before, you have not lost your rights as a member of my family, no matter what my father says." He turned away and walked out. Loki watched him go, silenced once more. He resumed his pacing routine as if nothing had happened.


Dooku turned around and returned to the ship. "Do you have a schematic of the planet yet?" he asked the pilot.

"Yes, sir," the pilot said. "The nearest civilization is right here." He pointed to a holographic diagram of part of the planet. "You will be able to learn more if you go there."

"Very well, then. Take me to that location," he ordered.

"Right away, sir." The pilot went back to the controls and took off. They travelled to the place that the pilot had referred to. "We have arrived, sir."

"Excellent. Remain here. I need someone to guard my ship. I have a feeling that it is unlike anything that they have on this planet. The Force has revealed to me that the residents are underdeveloped."

"Of course, sir."

Dooku stepped out of the ship, welcomed by a swarm of humans with guns. He took out his lightsaber and ignited it. Though Dooku was a diplomatic man by nature, he was not afraid to fight. In fact, the war had molded him into quite the aggressor.

A man with an eyepatch stepped forward and scrutinized him. "Drop your weapon," he ordered. Dooku noted that he resembled his old friend, Mace Windu, almost exactly. "We do not want to hurt you, but we will use force if necessary." Wow. He even sounded like Mace.

Dooku laughed. "You dare ask me to put my lightsaber away?" he asked. "You have another thing coming if you think you can subdue me."

"Are you a friendly or a hostile?" the man demanded.

"That depends on your definition of hostile," Dooku replied calmly. "What planet is this?"

"You are not from here, are you?" the man asked. He raised his gun a little higher. "The last time someone from out there came to this planet, there was a full-scale war. I will ask you again: are you a friendly or a hostile?"

Dooku chuckled. "Such determination for a human from an underdeveloped planet. You obviously know nothing of the Confederacy, do you?" The man did not respond. "The galactic war?" he prompted. Still, the man did not make any indication that he recognized what Dooku was taking about. "You are from an isolated planet, then," he decided. "In that case, the response to your question is open for debate. If you intend to cooperate, then I am a friendly. If you do not, then consider me a hostile."

"You sound an awful lot like Loki," the man growled.

Dooku raised an eyebrow. "I know nothing of your Loki," he said. "What I would like to know is who you are and where I am."

"I am Director Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D," the man said at last. "You are on the planet Earth. If you intend to subjugate us, then you will find yourself going down the road of failure."

"Oh will I?" Dooku asked. "You know not the power of the Dark Side of the Force. I am Count Dooku, leader of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. You will soon be under the protection of Separatist forces. We will establish your planet as one of our bases and, if you cooperate, it will be a peaceful time for your people."

"Peaceful? You speak of peace, yet you intend to put my planet under your 'protection'? I take it that that can be translated as 'control.' We averted a crisis once, and we can do it again. Do not make me call in the response team, because it will be the end of you and any army you decide to bring here." He stared at Dooku a moment. "The 'Dark Side of the Force' sounds like a threat to me. You will find that I do not take threats well."

"I assure you that there will not be a threat unless you fail to cooperate. My droids will come here with either protection or war. Your choice," Dooku said.

"I choose option three. You will come with us quietly and be subjected to questioning. We might be able to work something out that does not include your control of my world." Dooku sensed that this man was growing irritated. "We are a free planet," he said. "We asserted that with Loki's army, and we will assert that with yours if we must."

Again with the Loki thing. Who was this Loki person? Dooku had never heard of him, yet these humans seemed to regard him with utter distaste. From what he could gather, Loki had been unsuccessful in a plot to take over this planet. If there was a way that Dooku could learn what the man before him had done wrong, then perhaps he could go about it differently. Being the smooth-talker that he was, Dooku inquired very casually, "Who is this Loki that you speak of? Tell me about him."

Fury was not swayed in the slightest. "Loki's conquest for power is none of your concern, seeing as you are not a member of either realm that the incident involved. I assume that you are the type that seeks ideas and learns from others' mistakes. I will not give you the luxury of how and why Loki was defeated. Just let it be known that if we can thwart him, we can thwart you."

"I underestimated you, Director," Dooku said, studying the man with interest. "I'd hate to see a smart man such as yourself be killed for resisting Separatist control."

"So you are seeking to control us. You finally stopped being evasive and came out and said it. What I find interesting is that you arrive on my planet and decide after ten minutes that you want to take over. You obviously know nothing about how we operate here. Plus, you do realize that you are standing alone, surrounded by armed gunners."

"Guns do not concern me," Dooku said. "What concerns me is that you are so adamant about resisting that you will not consider your own life. How tragic. I hate to see it end this way." He smiled. "Go ahead and fire your useless guns at me. It will do nothing." Everyone in the crowd tensed up, waiting for the order to shoot. "Do I have to push you? Very well." Dooku extended a hand and unleashed Force Lightning on Fury. He fell over, taken aback, and ordered them to fire. Dooku laughed as he deflected everything that was thrown at him. He enjoyed using the Force to knock people down and took great pleasure in turning people's weapons against them by blocking and deflecting.

"He is like Loki," Fury whispered. "Another lunatic set on taking over the Earth."

Dooku heard this and smiled. "Your first statement is debatable, and your second is almost accurate. I am no lunatic, and I am not set on taking over the Earth. I am set on taking over the galaxies." He saluted and boarded his ship. "Take off," he ordered the pilot. "We are calling in the big guns."

"Yes, sir," the pilot said.

The ship took off. Fury watched them go, aching from the electricity that had emitted from the hostile's hand. One of the agents helped him to his feet. "We're calling in the Avengers," he said. "It looks like we have another war on our hands."


Well? Did you like it? Did you? Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except the pilot, as Pergjithshme pointed out. I do not own Star Wars or the Avengers movies. Marvel does. If I DID own any of these characters or movies, I'd be rich and famous and not on Fanfiction. Anyways, if any of you fans out there have any ideas as to what you want in the story, let me know. I still welcome reviews. I always will. So review, review, review! Thanks in advance! :)