Heloo!

first of all, i want to thank 6 speical reviewers who popped into my inbox after only a day or less after i uploaded this story!

yes, it will be a bit of horror and for those who want to be scared, i will do my best to scare you in the most disturbing way slender man possibly do. (which is pretty much scary as hell and disturbing in many ways)

for slenderman fans, im sorry if i'm not portraying the creature well enough, but this is how i depict him, so dont hate!

Enjoy!

Above all things let us never forget that mankind constitutes one great brotherhood; all born to encounter suffering and sorrow, and therefore bound to sympathize with each other.
 - Albert Piket

Ch2- Answers of failure.

Loki wasn't quite sure what to make of his situation. It was almost a déjà vu, being in the large glass cage meant for the green beast. It had been exactly one day since his failure in conquering the realm of Midgard, and now he was reduced to wait in this inferior cage. His looked down at the cuffs that with-held his magic. His magic was the only thing that was keeping the pain of the previous assault by the hulk away, and without his magic, his wounds were healing at the rate of a mere Midgardian, and every part of his body was aching. He felt hollow, an empty shell. The magic was part of him and without that, he was reduced to the likes of something between Midgard and Jotun. Loki smirked. At least he was Jotun. Being a frost giant was much better than being a Midgardian. He was thankful that the cuffs actually didn't take away all his magic. It was an exaggeration. He had enough to maintain his Asguardian form. He really was thankful, but he would never say that. He looked up to see the glass door open. It was an agent, and who he was, did not matter to Loki. Following the gesture, he followed out and into a narrow corridor. They were flanked with multiples, perhaps twenty, maybe more, guards of S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki smirked. It was nice to still be considered a threat and be taken seriously. Loki just wondered where they were going. They came to a metallic door, just a simple door, and the agent that first led him out of the cage gently pushed him. Loki whipped his head around and spoke in a hushed tone.

"Touch me again, and you shall regret it for the rest of you and your family's life." He may not have his magic, and yes his hands were cuffed; but there was enough area between the cuffs connecting his hands together that he could kill the man, perhaps, with the flick of his hands. The agent took no response, but stepped well away from the god, fearing his life. Loki smirked, satisfied. He turned his attention to what the room held was surprised to say the least that his brother was sitting on a chair, opposite of an empty one with a metallic table between them. Thor stood to greet his brother.

"Bro-"

"Do not call me that." Loki hissed, cutting Thor off. "I am not your brother. You know of this, Thor, stop acting as if you don't." Thor looked off to the side, eyes looking like a kicked puppy.

"I apologize."

Thor gestured to the empty chair and Loki gracefully sat down, eyeing the guards as they shuffled out, closing the door behind them. He heard a soft click and presumed they locked it. No escape for me today Loki gently thought before rotating his head around to his brother. Thor looked directly at Loki, unafraid of anything, bold even, and blue eyes filled with sentiment.

Pathetic.

"Has your father yet to pronounce my punishment? Or is he simply too ashamed?"

Loki knew it did the trick, for Thor flinched at the venom of his words and looked away for a short while before returning his full attention to his little brother.

"Brother," Loki glared, "father has yet to decide on your punishment. While he decides, you are to be placed here in Midgard until further notice." Thor said this with much difficulty, for he did not know how Loki would react. As Thors' thoughts had concluded, he was not far from the truth. As Loki listened to the last word, he had mixed motion to this. He did not want to stay in this awful lowly realm anymore where he was defeated in the most humiliating way, but neither did he want to go back to Asguard, where he would have to face the disgust of the Asguardians and the wrath of Odin. Loki simply stared at Thor, quite unsure how to respond. Thor did the same. It was quite funny, how the two brothers stared at each other, complete statues, seeming almost as if there was nothing wrong in between the two. Picture seeming perfect. Loki broke the illusion, shaking his gaze off and putting knives and daggers into his brother's form. Thor straightened, feeling Loki's intense gaze and stood, Loki following suit immediately.

"Brother I -"

"You suit me ill, Thor, for you should know yourself better than I. stop disgracing your glory with the pity likes of me, a Jotun, and be in your merry way!" Loki spat 'Jotun' out. He largely did not consider himself as the ghastly giants, but if there was anything to shut his bro – Thor up, than it was to bring his true self out. It truly did the magic, for Thors' mouth was clamped tight shut and looking down at his feet, teeth grinding and eyes darting, looking for words to say back. Thor was never good with words. His little brother had always the nick knack for the tongues. It was moments like these that he greatly regretted in not paying any attention to classes in the younger days. The younger days…. Oh how Thor wished he could go back and change so many things. He looked to meet his brothers' deathly stare, and felt no anger but deep sadness. If only he hadn't done this, if only he hadn't done that, then perhaps his brother wouldn't be in such a state. Perhaps, perhaps, if only, If only…

Loki watched as Thor stared at the ground, and finally look up. He was ready to bite, to yell and tear his brother up even more, so that he wouldn't be able to get up again. But when their eyes met, those feelings, that fire, it crackled ever so softly. Emerald met sapphire. Those eyes… Loki stared as Thor's brilliant blue swam, gentle waves coming in and out of the tide. There was no anger, no bitterness, no threat that he wanted, what he… expected. There was pity, guilt, sorrow, a feel of nostalgia. Loki grinds his teeth and clenches his hands tight. I don't need your pity! He wants to scream, beat his brother, yell, anything. As child-like it would've seen, Loki was in no mood to be mature as his bro – Thor was being. A tantrum that was what he wanted to throw. Loki growled loudly, getting Thor's dazed attention.

"I don't need your sentiment!"

Thor responded slowly, his eyes catching back to reality before sinking back to his mind. "Brother…" Thor started before Loki launched forward.

All eyes were on the camera, watching the mouths move of the demi-gods and eyeing each movement of their enemy, expecting Thor to catch fire whenever Loki spoke. The avengers were washed, neatly dressed, and as calm as they should be, they weren't. Their enemy was captured, secure, and most of all powerless. But who was to say he couldn't escape again? Barton had reminded the rest that he was no longer in control of the god, and so no one could help him. But this was the god of mischief they were dealing with. God of lies, god of treachery and evil.

"You suit me ill, Thor, for you should know yourself better than I. stop disgracing your glory with the pity likes of me, a Jotun, and be in your merry way!"

Their voice was so loud, it was as if they were in the same room as the gods. Tony cocked his head a little as he watched the two gods stand opposite of each other and frowned. "What the heck's a Jotun?" Black widow gave no response, her silent stare never leaving the monitor. Barton gave a quick look at the iron man before turning his attention to the screen. Captain America shrugged, eyeing the doctor quickly before turning to his original composure. Iron man finally stared at the brown orbs that seemed to hold great knowledge of the situation. Banner gave a quick cough, catching the attention of the two assassins that Stark had previously failed to catch the direct attention of. The doctor quickly cleared his throat, Steve finally turning around. Stark raised his eyebrows, a gesture to speak.

"I believe… If my research is correct, Jotun is a Nordic frost giant, who back a million years ago were representative of nature and feminine –"

"So, what, little reindeer games is a frost giant? He's not that big the last time I was with him." Tony cut off rudely.

"Well I guess he's lying than. God of lies, what do you expect?" Barton barked out. He stared begrudgingly at the screen, his eyes arrows ready to strike at the enemy.

"Brother –"

Thor's voice was abruptly cut off. The avengers whipped around to see Loki grabbing at his brother's throat.

"Holy shit!" Tony jumped to his feet, Steve doing the same, the assassins already running ahead of them. Banner stayed behind, eyes glued to the screen, ears wide open.

Loki could see it. His sleek hands, wrapping around the large throat, golden hair dancing, caught between his nimble fingers, his arms snaking its way towards its' destination, eyes flashing, nose flaring, teeth gnashing, roaring, ears exploding as adrenaline coursed through his veins. Chains clinked against each other, meeting, and hands enclosing its target, snakes fangs ready to bite, to sink its venom in and kill its prey. Loki watched, Thor's eyes widening, hands up in flash to grab at his throat, mouth agape, step wavering. Loki could see it. Muscles moving under his fingers, lungs struggling for breathe, eyes rolling back. Large calloused hands grabbing at his own, deathly pale contrasting against the golden tan. Loki could see it. Thor, the great mighty Thor, tremble for his last breathe of life before falling to his death. He could see it. He could, but he couldn't do it.

Loki stared, eyes wide open, anger spitting out of him in a smoke, his hands weakly wrapped around Thor's throat, Thor's hands going up halfway before going back down weakly. Do it. Loki growled and moved closer, arms wedged between him and Thor's armored chest. He wringed his hands, his fingers digging into the flesh little by little. Thor gave no response except for the wide blue eyes, searching, searching at his little brother's actions.

"Brother…?"

"Don't call me that!" Loki screamed at his brother's face, not caring if any spit came out or not. He could do it. He could end it. Right here, right now. It would be all over. He would find peace in his life. No longer would he be a stepping ladder, but the stairs to perfection and glory. The one and only son…

"Brother…"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Loki could feel his tears welling up, armies of little droplets, ready to jump out and be free again. He hated this. Loki absolutely hated this, feeling so weak. Again. He wanted Thor to lash out, to stop him, to be the fire against his fire. But no. once again, he was out of Thor's league. Once again, he, no matter how he tried, was out of reach, never reaching his brother's level. He could never be his equal. His brother's…. Thor's… equal…

Loki gave a sharp sob in which Thor reacted loudly to. His sapphire eyes widened twice as big as it already was, and his nose flared, in shock of hearing such noise. He expected tears. His guts coiled inside of him, guilt and shame biting and eating away, knowing it was his at fault for putting Loki into such situation. His fault for defiling his brother into something else. Loki bit his lip, eyes cringing, breathe rattling against his chest. Compose yourself. Do not show weakness. Never again. Are you not god of lies after all? Fighting the tears away, Loki grounded himself, memories rushing in an out like the tides of the ocean. Sentiment. When Loki looked up, there were no tears, none but the emerald tainted with blood lust and anger. He slipped away the hands, chains clinking loudly, hurting Thor's ears as the silence continued. Loki stepped backwards, eyeing Thor all the way as he regained his composure, looking Thor down by the nose. He gave a quick look at the ground and held his hand to his chest to sweep away invisible lint.

"Forgive my… outbreak, Thor. It shall not happen again." His voice was stiff, each word drawn out to the last of its' syllable.

"Brother please –" Thor started but once again, Loki cut him off. He scowled at himself for acting so vulnerable towards the golden one and straightened up.

"Do not say no more. We have done enough talking. But keep in mind…" Loki glowered, "the next time you call me 'brother', I shall not hesitate in wringing your throat to oblivion!" he spat.

"I –" Thor started once again, but the world was cruel, and it was there that the avengers had burst in with guards, guns pointing at his little brother, ready to shoot. Barton was the first to rush in, arrows at his back and one already pointing between the god of mischief's eyes. The other assassin had her guns at Loki's legs, in case he tried to escape, and lastly Steve and tony came rushing in bare handed. The assassins looked rather stoned and collected, while tony was very well confused looking.

"You're not dead? We saw rock of ages going for you neck!" he could see the clear distance between the gods as if nothing had happened. The statement calmed Steve down a little, but the rest of Shield's operatives weren't the same. Guns and an arrow hovered in the air, ready to give the enemy enough holes to call the remnants a sponge.

"Stop! Put your weapons down friends! My bro – Loki means no harm!" Thor bellowed. It didn't do the trick. Loki gave a charming smile before putting his hands up slowly. It was a great feeling, to know, even though you were stripped out of your powers, that the enemies still feared you, still knew what you were capable of, that they knew their place.

"Clearly there is nothing to worry about? I am chained and stripped of my powers. What could I possibly do?" Loki mocked.

"You tried to kill the god of thunder, that's what."

Fury stepped into the picture, his coat whirring behind him. Loki blinked. Loki frowned. The dark coat reminded him of something… Fury looked to the assassins and waved his hand. The guards gave a nod and marched out, the assassins an exception. Barton lowered his arms in disappointment, wanting to get even with the monster before him. Natasha gave a small nod and lowered her weapons. Fury stepped forward to Loki, an eye staring him down with contempt. Loki gave a smile. Ah, the man of bark but no bite. Loki simply loved toying with the man before him. Oh how this one eyed mortal was at the top of his little pyramid, holding onto justice like a lifeboat, yet such little power and time he possessed he held to accomplish it.

"What's the matter? Has the fury in you tranquilized?"

Fury resisted the urge to punch the god before him. For a normal criminal scum, he would've gladly done it. But with Thor next to him, he was something close to fried turkey if he ever took such action.

"Loki, it seems you are stuck here in earth while your father –"

"HE IS NOT MY FATHER!"

The room came to an eerie silence. Loki regretted his loud outburst, but he couldn't do anything about it, and so continued glaring holes at the one eyed man. Thor looked at his little brother with eyes full of sadness that tony soon realized after scanning each and every of his team's expression after the outburst. Was it just him, or was everyone completely just utterly uninterested in what was currently going on? The rest un-including Thor had a very bored expression, okay, maybe not Steve, who looked quite confused and perhaps a little sentimental towards the enemy. Tony shook the thoughts away and gave a small gesture at the two stiff figures at the center of their attention.

"So, as the director was saying, you're gonna be stuck here with us mortals for some time, so you better behave, or else, we might throw you out into the streets or something. Maybe a torture or two?"

Loki quickly regained his equanimity and silently thanked the mortal for distracting him with insults. "I don't really think you can Stark, it is not your call after all. And even so you were to partake such actions –" Loki gave a smirk at the man in charge who gave no response, "I'm not sure if the all-father or Thor will agree into such arrangements."

Thor could not help but give a small nod in agreement in which the rest of the avengers looked on with disbelief.

"It is true my friends. As evil the actions my broth – Loki took, he is still of Asguard and a prince. He shall not be harmed in anyway whilst his sentence is yet announced"

Loki almost looked triumphed at one angle, but with another glance, he held no such expression, only eyes far away and lips drawn to a thin line. There was the same head-ache coming onto him, and the voices of the avengers became a distant sound. He tried to focus in their argument, what they were talking about, how he would retort back and break their bond, just like the last time he had done with the staff. But his visions twirled into a spin, ears muting and breathe stopping. Because there it was again, standing behind the avengers, hands behind its' back darkness swirling around him like tentacles- were they tentacles? Loki looked up slightly, facing the blank entity with a dull expression of his own. The small mumbles became a silent now, and he could only hear the headache, the blood rushing into his brain in a loud thump, fists knocking madly at his temples. He clenched his fists, teeth gnashing against each other as his vision shutting down momentarily. He closed his eyes tightly, looking away and nestling his chin to his chest. Why won't you go away you scum? Loki winced softly, the headache coming louder and louder. Go away. I don't want you now. Not here. Not anywhere. Hands suddenly grabbed at him and there was a voice, muffled as if someone had stuffed fabric into his ears. It was familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was. The noise became louder and louder, his head throbbing in immense pain and he opened his eyes. It wasn't the entity that stared back at him, but Thor whose face was etched in worry and fear. Fear… isn't that what I always wanted from others? Loki quietly questioned himself as Thor continued to shake him. He hadn't realized he was holding his breath as his lungs burned, his head growing light headed, the pain going away. His hands were shaking, and after the tenth time Thor shook him, he gasped for air, grateful lungs sucking in as much as they could. Thor stopped and watched with worry eyes as Loki tried to balance himself, hands pushing away from Thor's hold.

"It's just you…" he couldn't help but mutter, a somehow large relief rolling off his shoulders.

"So how do you treat criminals at Asguard? Do you treat all of them like kings and queens too? Have a little tea party here and then?" tony mocked loudly at the god.

"No! Loki is different!" Thor defended.

"Yeah, like he tried to rule over our home and kill hundreds while at it." Natasha retorted.

"He deserves justice! He's guilty!" Steve added, fire burning furiously inside of him.

"I was treated like his damn personal monkey! He better not be left of easy!" Barton said, as calm his voice was, it was definitely giving off venom.

"Friends, please! Calm yourselves! He is my brother –" Thor abruptly stopped, expecting Loki to scold him, but there was nothing. He whipped around, slightly confused, to his little brother. Loki was staring at an empty space behind the avengers, eyes focused yet distant. His mouth was slightly agape, as if he was staring at something that simply wasn't there.

"Brother?"

Loki continued to stare, the rest of the avengers catching onto the god's gaze and turned around. There was absolutely nothing there. They looked back to see the enemy wince a little. Wince. He fucking winced, Tony thought in shock as the fallen god before him continued to stare, finally close his eyes. Steve noticing the fists clenching tight, teeth grinding against each other, later looking down to touch the chest. Sweat started to show and Thor finally took action. Natasha watched in curiosity as Thor's large hands grabbed onto his brother's arms and shook him, calling out.

"Brother? Brother what is the matter! Brother?"

The shakes turned more aggressive as Loki gave no response. Thor moved Loki with more force, almost shouting. Fury took a step forward, wanting to take hold of the situation in case Loki was trying to escape. The two assassins understood immediately and took battle stations. The others, in the other hand, were too entranced at what was going on.

"Loki! Loki look at me! Loki why won't you listen?"

Thor shook with great force, Loki's head rolled up to meet Thor's face unintentionally. His eyes were still closed, clamped shut in pain, and his mouth was drawn into a thin line. There was a large frown on the pale mans' face as he continued to sweat, pale face growing paler a perhaps purple too by the second. Thor continued to shake and call his brother's name. He felt weak, once again, unable to do anything to save him, unable to help his little brother when he needed it. Useless, useless.

The avengers stared at the god, quite alarmed at what was going on. The shield members' stance faltered.

"Fuck, what the hell's wrong with him?" Tony barked, obviously confused at what was going on.

"I do not know!" Thor yelled, panic evident.

"Thor what did you do?" Steve yelled, getting more and more worried by the second of the paling face of their fallen enemy.

"Is he breathing?" Natasha loudly questioned, falling into step of the rest of her team, Hawkeye following her step.

Fury quickly took charge and shoved his hand in between the area above the god's nose and mouth. His widened slightly in surprise before turning grave. "He's not breathing."

"His pulse is slowing down – and by that, WAY down." Steve quickly commented after checking the pulse himself too.

"Loki! BROTHER! OPEN YOU EYES! PLEASE!"

Loki's eyes snapped open and Thor could see relief flooding into not only him, but also Loki's emerald eyes. His face softening. But he also realized he wasn't breathing either. Thor shook the smaller man again, hoping it would kick some sense into him, and it didn't.

"Brother! Breathe!"

Loki's eyes started to roll back, whole body shaking, hands twitching.

"Speak louder Thor!" Fury commanded voice full of control.

"Holy shit fuck man!" Tony grabbed at his hair, Steve awfully still and staring.

"BROTHER!" hands shaking vigorously.

Loki finally gasped, eyes snapping back to reality, face returning into a healthier pale of white than previously. He shook in Thor's hands and Thor beamed with happiness. It turned into a sad frown as Loki started to push him away with his shaking arms, steps wavering as it tried to get away. As Loki took a breather, it was as if everyone else had been holding their breathes as well. A sense of calmness returned from the calamity and the team breathed in harmony with the fallen god, strangely enough, even though he was their enemy.

They watched in wary as the god tried to regain his balance, everything going shaky.

Tony was about to say something along the lines of "What the fuck just happened", but the fallen enemy's voice interrupted him.

"It's just you…"

It could've been a whisper in the wind, very quiet and subtle, but everyone knew better. It wasn't filled with anger or pain, no; it was filled with relief and something like happiness that they never heard from Loki. It was as if he expected something… someone else other than them. He sounded almost frightened.

"Brother…? What do you mean?"

Loki stumbled back and panted, head feeling light and dizzy, he quickly glanced at where the entity had stood, but alas, it was no longer there.

"Reindeer games?"

Loki stood slowly from his hunched position and busied himself in straightening his garments in a finer fashion.

"Loki, what just happen –" Fury started, but Loki quickly cut him off.

"It is nothing director. I must apologize for… whatever just happened. I have not been of myself in the late. Let us resume." Loki stole another glance, but it wasn't there. Calm yourself, Loki. It won't harm you…

Fury, as confused and demanding for answers he was gave a curt nod and looked at the god dead in the eye. Tony whipped around to Fury, obviously unhappy that he did not pursue for answers.

"As I was saying, while you stay here in Asguard, you are to be home-prisoned in Stark's new avenger tower till further notice –"

Tony stared. "WHAT"

" – and you are not to cause any trouble or ELSE."

"Or else what?" Loki challenged, a smile gracing his features. Steve frowned. How was he smiling if only seconds ago, he was a step away from death? How can he change like that? Barton gave a small look at the taller man and gave a small nudge.

"God of lies, remember?" Steve gave a curt nod and continued to listen to the director.

"You can starve."

Loki frowned along with Thor. "But that sentence is far too cruel!" Thor boomed loudly. Loki rolled his eyes. Thor had already forgotten of the previous incident was acting normal once again. That seems to be the case to Loki. Thor, was, as a matter of fact, quite in the opposite. His mind was going in a furious storm of thunder and lightning, the waves roaring, threatening to spill. The sound was deafening in his ears and his mind went into turmoil. Oh how he desperately wanted to hug his brother and ask what was wrong, to be able to help his brother when I need, to know the truths behind Loki's strong upfront façade. But he knew this wasn't the right time. Loki was too far from affection for far too long. Thor inwardly grinned. For the next many days, he would stay in Midgard and help Loki welcome back sentiment, little by little. Then perhaps, Thor hoped, Loki, my little brother, would come back. Until then, he had to be strong. As answers he desperately pleaded for, the question of can you do it? Can you truly save him? Remained and Thor clung onto it, for it kept him grounded to do things in baby steps.

"Is food all you think of you oaf?"

Thor, instead of getting offended, grinned widely, for his brother had finally spoken to him with small offence, like the good old days. Oh how he desperately wanted to go back in time.

"No, of course not, but a less harsher treatment would have to be preferred in my case."

"Like what?" Steve inquired curiously.

"Oh, perhaps a spar with the Bilgesnipe? Please pray tell you do know of these beasts! Scales? Massive antlers? Terrible they are, but worthy fun opponents to hunt and kill." Thor gave a wide smile. Steve frowned. Tony gave a laugh.

"Yeah Fury, that sounds great! Let's send him to kill some wild dangerous animals without his powers to protect him! I think it's great!" Fury glared at him. Thor realized his mistake and forgetfulness about Loki's stripped powers and lowered his head in shame, glancing at Loki a little. Loki fumed at him. How stupid was Thor? To forget that he was absolutely powerless, and to send him to fight a wild Bilgesnipe? Ridiculous!

"If you not have noticed Thor, but we are in Midgard. They do not have Bilgesnipe in here."

Thor mentally hit himself and straightened again. "My apologies friends! I believe the sentence given by Son of Fury is an excellent idea!" Thor declared, raising his hammer up above his head. He waited until everyone else had their hands raised up, which took quite some time, followed by the league of Steve.

"No wait, hold on, don't move, stop. I forgot to say this before, but, I repeat, WHAT?" Tony was close to shouting.

"Is there a problem Stark?" Fury turned to face the shorter man.

"Yeah, there's a huge problem. You want ME, a busy Genius playboy billionaire philanthropist," Steve rolled his eyes, "to babysit," Loki Scowled, "the evil god of lies and mischief, evil, chaotic, evil, crazy rock of ages?"

Loki gave no retort, as unfair the man of iron sounded to his ears.

"Yes. And I'm sure such Genius like you won't have a single problem handling it."

"Whoa, you challenging me Fury? Cause, you don't want to go there buddy, I'm gonna leave you hanging."

"Oh really? Because I don't think you can handle it."

"Oh, I'm going to make you eat your words."

Thor frowned. "What sort of magic is that son of Stark?"

Tony rolled his head to the confused god and gave him a look. "Really? Look, I'll explain it to you later okay?" He turned back at Fury. "I bet if I can look after rock of ages without any big trouble for more than 2 weeks, you're giving ALL of us a vacation on MY designated date, got it?"

Fury smirked. He knew he could get Stark to bend. "You're on."

how do you guys like it? is it good?

im sorry if any of the characters didnt seem very... in character ^^;

doing my best, breaking my balls fellas XD

yes and you're probably wondering why on earth can loki just return to normal-ness after what he just experienced, well, stay tuned to the next chapter than!

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