So the general consensus was to continue the story- so here is chapter 2. Admittedly, the first one was better, but this chapter provides the opening for Dr Banner and Loki to talk. Any suggestions/ ideas on where the plot should go are welcome, as are (naturally) any and all reviews. Thankyou to BeastRage the Hunter for reviewing :) Hope you enjoy this chapter.x


At first, to Loki's displeasure, there was hardly a moment to even see Dr Banner, let alone watch him or question him about his choices and beliefs. He was constantly down in his lab, where Loki had been forbidden to go.

To his anger, he had also been forbidden to talk at all. Thor had told them about his skill with words and they had decided to take precautions. It was highly unnecessary- there was no point in attempting to convince them of anything, because there was nothing they could give him that he wanted. They had no power to remove his banishment from Asguard. Loki wasn't even sure he would want them to. He didn't need his magic either- he was currently living with the enemy, and escape would mean certain death if he was found. It just wasn't worth the effort.

He had been forced to complete menial tasks- cleaning the floors and dishes by hand, cooking for the team, fetching whatever they wanted and generally acting like a lapdog. He wasn't overly upset about his situation though. Humiliation only hurt those who were proud, and Loki was not proud-certainly he acted it, crafted every action and emotion carefully so that others believed him to be, but he never once believed the lie himself. His actions were nothing to be proud of. They were necessary, in order to follow the rules that fate handed to him. Monsters weren't proud- their actions were a result of anger and obligation, not a misguided attempt at receiving praise.

If anything, he was surprised at the mildness of his punishment -he had expected them to take revenge in blood, to torture him for his crimes. It would have been what he deserved. Barton, at least, was favourable of this method. He had told him as much. Loki knew it was only Rogers's distaste of violence and his fear of Thor that prevented him from torturing him himself. He wasn't too concerned about Barton's wishes- the Chitauri had harmed him far worse than a mortal ever could.

Besides, physical pain was temporary, and would fade after a time. It could be ignored, or treated with medication. Emotional pain was far worse. It lingered constantly, always playing at the back of the mind. It remained constant, and there was no way to ignore it- Loki knew how much it ate away at a person's sanity and willpower. There was no way to escape it. He had tried to so many times before.

His days passed in a haze of boredom, the constant question niggling in the back of his mind. He longed for an answer - the continuous arguments, worries and emotional turmoil left him feeling drained and exhausted.


After over a month of residing at Starks tower, answering to the teams every whim that the chance finally arose for him to speak to the man who could answer his question.

The team had been called out to deal with a situation. Amora, his arch-enemy had apparently decided to take his place as earth's super villain, and was currently attempting to cause chaos in New York. Loki smirked as he watched the event on T.V. He had been forbidden from meddling with anything whilst they were out, but they hadn't mentioned what he should do instead. Loki had decided to relax for a while, relishing in the freedom of being alone and the chance to take his mind off his thoughts.

The 'enchantress' was certainly no equal of his, however much she claimed to be. Her methods of attack were inelegant and graceless, and it was clear her only plan was to cause as much chaos as possible. A five year old could do better.

As it was, the Avengers had nearly finished her off. Her hastily conjured army of fire elementals had been destroyed, and the Avengers were quickly closing in. Realising the danger, she conjured a shimmering cage around the Hulk, before flinging him out to the sea and vanishing in a puff of purple smoke. Loki watched amusedly as the other Avengers attempted to rescue him, only to be repelled by a force field covering the ocean.

A sudden thought hit Loki like a stone; if the Hulk died, so did Dr Banner and he would be forever stuck in limbo, not knowing if the nature of a monster could be changed. He was surprised at the intensity of dread he felt at the notion.

He watched the avengers struggle to break the barrier for a few more seconds, before cursing inwardly. Only a magician would be able to rescue the Hulk. Taking a deep breath, he reached for his magic. Unbeknownst to Odin, Loki's powers had grown stronger than when he had left; the amulet didn't limit all his magic completely. However, it was sufficiently powerful enough that trying to use his magic would cause excruciating agony. It couldn't be avoided though- he had to save Dr Banner, and there was only one way to do so. Mentally prepared for the pain, he teleported himself to the hulk's location.


Yeah, quite a bit worse than chapter one. Hopefully the third one will be better. I haven't written it yet, so we'll see. Dasividanya!