A/N The 2nd chapter is finally here. Not the best of my work, but I've been awake all night - so my work's going to suffer badly for this. I apologise for not updating sooner but the plot Rabbit hopped off somewhere. (It hasn't really came back as it is, but I'm trying)

Sorry for any mistakes.

Darkness & Freedom.
Chapter 2 : My Old Friend.

Loki looked around. He couldn't quite believe he had found his old friends lair so soon, surely the man hadn't got this stupid over time? Loki thought he would have tried to hide his lair with some magic - but it seems not. Stretching out his arm's with a soft yawn, Loki walked round the pitch black lair. God know's how long he had walked in that blasted snow, who liked that whether anyway?. Honestly. Seeing that the lair was the same as the last time he came, with the small cages hanging from the ceiling and the dark gold glob not to far away - (They were practically the only thing's you could see at the moment.) He would have to look round properly when light came through the small gasp in the roof.

"Are you here?!" Loki called, he didn't know what to say to be honest, but he needed...help? one would say with this plan that was forming in his head. "Boogey?..." Loki shock his head. Really he should have known better than to call upon the boogeyman at this hour, he would be out cursing havoc somewhere dark with his...what did he call them? Nightmare's? Sitting down on the floor, Loki figured he would catch up on some well needed sleep and then go out - or just simply wait for his old friend to come back. Even though it was true that god's didn't need too much sleep, it was still good to catch up just in case you're put into a scenario of an over night trip or something odd. Letting his eye lids close, Loki started to drift off into his own little sleep world when he heard something.

Eyes snapping open. He jumped to his feet, green magic glowing around him. Loki held his breath trying to find the sores of the sound, his eye's scanning the area around him - but nothing was there. Gritting his teeth, Loki knew this could only be one thing - The Boogey man. The god had forgotten that the taller man liked playing games just as much (or even more) as him.

"Oh for heaven's sake" Loki muttered as he conjured up his magic to make the lair be illuminated by a green glow, he didn't won't to use his magic when he was tried but his 'friend' was starting to piss him off big time.

"If you're here, Speak!" Loki demanded, but wasn't answered. Growling he did half of a 360 but stopped dead at what he saw.

"Damn" Was all the god said as he walked over to what can only be considered a small ball of something covered in black. Loki cursed at the sight, his old friend must have been killed off a while ago - he was too late and he couldn't do anything to bring him back now...Not that he cared you understand, but still, this was...Pitch Black after all. Who had the strength to kill off the King Of Nightmares? For some reason a few word's Fandral had said to him and his broth - Thor when they were on a mission together came back to him.

'If I drop dead - bury me, no, in fact wait three day's after that to make sure I'm dead'

Chuckling to himself at the fool's word's, Loki grabbed a stick (where it came from he'll never know) and began poking at the black clothed covered ball. He poked and he poked expecting a limb or something to fall off, but what did happen almost made him have a heart-attack - After poking it the seventh time, the black ball moved (and not because he was poking it with a stick) Suddenly the ball began to stretch out and moan in pain, small whimper's coming from it as it stretched out fully. Loki just stood there still holding the stick, he was frozen in shock for the first time in his life. Loki's breath catching in his throat as the figure shuffled round to face him, pain filed golden eye's stared at him.

"Did you die to?" Pitch's crocky voice asked, his eye semi blood-shot. The god could only shake his head, Pitch gave a confused look. "Then how am I breathing still?" This time Loki shrugged his shoulders, he hadn't a clue as too why - he thought the man was dead!

"Why are you here then?" Another question from Pitch who still looked like he was going to pass out any minute now.

"Asgard. World domination. Went bad. Escaped the prison. Came here." At lest he spoke this time. Loki went to speak again but Pitch began to cough violently, blood coming out the boogey man's mouth. Loki knelt beside the other man, he tried to use some of his magic to help but it never worked.

"What do you need?" Loki said it before he even thought about it. "What do you need to survive!" Loki shouted over the coughing fit Pitch was having. The King Of Nightmares locked one golden eye with Loki's green/blue? one's. Straight away the god got the message and mentally face palm himself, it was so obvious; what would the boogey man need to survive (duh) Fear!

"Don't go anywhere" Loki spoke while standing up.

"Man *cough* moon *cough* he'll...they'll *cough* kill *cough,cough* you" Pitch tried to say something but Loki just smirked

"Great his dying and delusional, fantastic." -

"Just don't die yet Nightmare King." And with that, Loki went out the same way he came in. Pitch coughed again, breathing harshly before his eye's closed again.

{-} Avenger's Tower {-}

Tony sat on his setee rubbing his temple, his hanger over of all hanger over's not going away even with tablet's. Closing his eye he let out a sigh, it was way too early for this ; 3:45pm. Yea, far to early for this. Tony had been woken up by the lovely voice of his 'friend' captain America, yes the idiot was staying. Yes, the idiot had stupidly woken him up. Yes, the idiot had made him take a long cold shower 'to wake up the muscles you never use' as he said. The man wanted Tony to go for a bloody jog, honestly you couldn't get any peace now a day's. sighing again Tony chanced a look out the window and frown, there was something coming their way.

"Cap" Tony called still frowning as whatever it was - was coming close and closer.

"Cap! I think you gotta see this" Finally the captain came into the room holding a slice of pizza in his hand.

"What?" He asked coming closer. Tony turned to him, then pointed at the window. "I think we're getting a guess" Tony now stood and leaped into the air, out-of-the-way just in time as the window's smashed open, the thing coming into through 'said' window's - had crashed into the settee Tony had just been on. Captain America helped Tony stand up, they looked at each other then to the settee that was up against the far wall. Slowly they walked over to the (now) broken settee and stopped when they saw who it was.

"Oh no, his here" Tony moan and kept going back to it being to early for this. The Captain on the other hand - smiled. "Thor?" He asked.

"Man of Iron! Captain" Thor stood tossing his hammer down to the floor, hugging the two men in a strong 'I can't breath' hug.

"Alright man, that's enough" Tony pulled away and so did the captain

"What do we owe this pleasure" Tony's voice drenched with sarcasm. "Stark!" Caption scolded.

"No worries captain, but I have bad new's" Thor face turned from the normal carefree to a stern looking one.

"What's happened?"

"My brother's gone"

"His What!"

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Review Or Pm. I'm so tired and there must have been a ton of mistakes, sorry. The next chapter will explain why Pitch is alive, but it start's off in Asgard. Still not sure about the paring's (I'm in two mind's at the moment) So I'll keep them back for a while.