Title: Banished
Characters: Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, etc.
Rating:T
Summary: Thor and Loki have been banished once again to Midgard but only Thor seems to remember the brothers past life in Asgard as they crash land on this planet.
Pairings: Thorki, Stony and a little bit of Clint/Natasha
Warnings! Mature themes, homosexual relationships, big green monsters, violence and AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Avengers characters, they are all owned by Marvel.
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I know, Odin did fail with his parenting skills with that one, didn't he? At least the word 'son' would have made Loki feel maybe a little bit better but no, whatever, he had to be a dick when saying his supposed final words. Well, in Thor's and the rest of the family's defence, in Norse mythology they all celebrate another person's death out of honour, not out of indecency. You don't have to apologise, it's an opinion that you're entitled to XD C:
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A/N: Heh heh, hello, guys…It's been a while, hasn't it? ^^; Hope you guys are still around.
Guys..?
Anyway, I wanted to try to make this chapter longer than the last one but I don't know if I was able to do that. Oh well, I shall try harder next time. So, I got the Avengers DVD today and it is kickass. Seriously, I am so excited, I have been watching it over and over again now XD Ah, this is what I call research. Yeah, totally. I'm hoping that this will help me keep these characters in character enough so I don't have to keep worrying. Let me know if they're in character or not, I shall try better if they're not.
Thor remembered the heated battles he was able to get in when back at home in Asgard, the memories of heaving his hammer in the air and the thunder that struck his enemies with such furiousness that he was pretty sure he had permanently damaged quite a few of them.
And here he was in Midgard in a small neat little apartment with nothing to do because Bruce was currently getting ready to go to work, having it been the weekend before. The short man was rushing all over his apartment, tying his tie up, putting his shoes on and buttering his toast all at the same time.
To be fair to the brunette, Thor did keep him up last night asking trivial questions and playing Go Fish but at least this way, Thor got to know the man better and Bruce got to know the God better. He had even learnt not to call him by the name of Hulk but by the name of Bruce which, in Thor's opinion, wasn't as brutal sounding as Hulk but Bruce was a short man so it would suffice.
But soon enough, Thor felt loneliness creep up to him as he saw Bruce heading for the door. He shuffled slightly on the brown leather couch he sat on and gave Bruce a kicked puppy look as the man turned towards him.
Thor watched as Bruce sighed, and gave him a pointed look.
"Thor, don't give me that look, I have work to attend to."
Thor crossed his arms across his chest and stuck his bottom lip out, slightly. "Yes, and I have cards."
He nodded his head in the direction of the playing cards sitting neatly on the coffee table and Bruce chuckled, finding Thor's childish actions to be fairly refreshing.
"No, work comes first. Try to be safe while I'm out, Thor."
And with that, the front door was quietly closed with only a resounding click being the confirmation that Bruce had left him.
Thor searched around the apartment for any sort of entertainment to keep him pleased but his surroundings only included things such as books that read 'A Guide To Black, Green, Herbal and Chai tea', 'Harrions Manual of Medicine' and some guy named Shakespeare along with many other authors.
Thor picked up the remote from the couch and pressed the TV on, flipping through every channel he could find, desperately searching for something humorous or interesting to watch.
Giving up, Thor slung the remote control away and rubbed at his eyes, feeling the irritating feeling of boredom gnaw at his head. He hated having nothing to do. But the only things to do were…
Thor's eyes brightened and he looked at the front door, a cheeky grin spreading on his face as an idea went off in his head.
Thor breathed in the familiar smell of fresh air and was thankful that he was no longer in that stuffy apartment, looking at another programme of something called Desperate Midwives. He was not sure but it definitely had a lot of interesting women on there that would do well in battle. Not as well as Lady Sif but then Lady Sif was an unbeatable force to be reckoned with.
Thor looked around and saw a large town off in the distance and decided to try and find a possible intriguing shop to further his knowledge on this strange place. He had only been here twice before and it was definitely accountable for his growing interest in mortals.
He strutted down the streets, growing confidence in seeing so many, what he thought, friendly faces. A few mistresses passed by him, giving him rather playful looks. And he returned the looks with a big grin, his interest showing only friendliness.
He soon reached a small café, warm colours such as lavender and mint decorating the inside with the outside having a straw board covering the top part of the house and a sign saying "Debra's Easy Bake~".
Thor grinned and walked inside, finding a less than crowded area where one table and chair sat alone and sat down. He fumbled about, pondering on how to get service around here. Learning Mirgadian ways was always a bit of a bother for him but today seemed exceptionally hard.
Raising his hand, he bellowed out, "I would like your services, m'lady!"
The lady in questioning was currently serving another table and jumped at the loud voice. The coffee spilled from the tray, some of the contents spilling on the table.
She bumbled about, carefully attending to the spilt coffee and apologizing to the ruffled customers. Her worried brown eyes locked onto the table Thor was at and she huffed under her breath.
Walking over, she smiled politely despite herself. Picking out a notepad and pen, she nodded to Thor.
Thor looked at her and gave a questioning look. "Is that your command for me to order?"
The lady nodded, furrowing her eyebrows at his question.
"Then I shall order a big plate of pork, the finest you have," Thor ordered, his grin huge.
The lady's mouth gaped and she looked towards her co-workers, finding no help from them. She turned back to Thor and straightened her posture, her eyes slightly wide.
"Um, I'm afraid we d-don't do roasts here, this is more of a dessert place rather than a carvery," the woman stuttered.
Thor scratched the back of his head, whispering to himself, "Hákarl would be acceptable right now…"
The waitress looked confused at Thor and leaned in. "E-excuse me?"
Snapping his head up, Thor looked at the waitress and smiled. "I shall have your finest dessert here then."
The waitress smiled, relieved and rushed off to fill in his order.
It was five minutes later that Thor had finished ten of the finest desserts in the café, leaving three waitresses to rush around after him. They couldn't fathom how a single man of his stature could be able to eat that amount of food considering how muscular he was.
Thor strutted to the front of the café, not before placing a twenty dollar bill down on the table that he had found from Bruce's apartment. He wasn't entirely sure if that was the right amount but at least he was paying.
"Thor, is that you?"
That voice sounded vaguely familiar to him so he turned around and sure enough, Steve was standing by the entrance of the café. Thor grinned and walked towards him, recognizing him from last night.
"Hello, Captain of America."
Steve looked to him, confused and dropped the hand he was holding up in a wave. He coughed and looked from somebody standing next to him and back to Thor again.
"Yes, um, you'll learn the names around here soon enough, Thor…" Thor furrowed his eyebrows, confused at that. "…but for now, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine. Her name's Natasha."
Thor looked and recognized her, somewhat. "Ah, the Russian spy, a good comrade."
Natasha's mouth gaped and her neatly groomed eyebrows creased together. "How did you know I was Russian?"
Thor shrugged, not too caring on what the woman of small stature was going on about. Steve smiled, weakly.
"Thor probably has a good intuition on accents. Am I right, Thor?" Steve asked.
"I had a lot of desserts in this fine café!" Thor bellowed out.
Steve winced and Natasha stepped back, just a centimetre, not used to Thor's loud voice.
"Is he always like this?" Natasha asked, her blue eyes watching Thor with concern and uncertainly.
Steve shrugged, his eyes watching Thor as well as the big blond waved his head around everywhere, watching all the people that passed by.
"I can't tell you, he temporarily lives with Bruce, not me."
Natasha nodded, her short red hair bouncing as she did so. She smiled at Steve and placed her hand on his arm, trying to move past the two men.
"I am going inside to get us a table, I'll see you shortly," And with that, the woman was off and in the café.
Steve smiled after her before turning back to Thor. He gave a puzzled look at the slightly taller male.
"So Thor, what are you doing in town?"
Thor grinned, stretching his arms. "I felt the need to have some air. Has anyone ever told Bruce his room is as stuffy as a box?"
"Tony tells him frequently," Steve laughed.
"We Asgardians tend to have big rooms, more spacious and glorious for tending to women's needs," Thor laughed, heartily at his last explanation.
Steve shifted uncomfortably, not used to hearing about love making as his and Tony's tendency to doing anything was more intimate kissing rather than rigorous bedroom activities.
"Thor, I have to ask…Have you ever thought about…anything different?" Steve asked, warily.
Thor gave him a perplexed look, obviously confused. "Different? I do not understand this question, would you care explaining?"
Steve shuffled about, not entirely sure on how to get this across to Thor.
"Have you ever felt the same way about a man as you do for women?"
Thor raised an eyebrow, trying to search Steve's face for an answer to his question but none came up and he found himself a bit more flushed than when he first came out of the café.
"Never, women are far more interesting to I than any man could be," Thor answered, his voice cracking slightly.
Steve looked around at the other customers, rubbing his hands together in awkwardness, not fond of the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"But your fixation on certain people…"
"I am uncertain as to what you are gaining from this but I assure you, my needs are satisfied by fair maidens, not brute warriors," Thor's voice was gruff but Steve sensed an undertone of uncertainty in there and he wasn't sure whether it was because he was questioning Steve's motives or whether he was now reconsidering what interested him more, men or women.
Steve nodded, smiling forcedly at the tall blond before turning to go into the café. He stopped and sighed before turning to Thor.
"Thor…"
Thor looked up at Steve in questioning.
"…Just remember that you can't make love all about what you wish it to be, think about something you truly want and go for it."
Thor's puzzled expression amused Steve but he was glad Thor was willing to listen to an old timer such as himself.
Thor turned to the street in front of him and gritted his teeth, not liking being questioned. But he couldn't blame the American for asking questions about everyone. He was, so to speak, out of time with everyone around him.
Walking forward, Thor looked around; trying to see where else he could go to relieve himself of boredom. This world was big; he would be able to find something to do. But finding it was going to take patience and he wasn't one known for having the best patience.
Soon, he found himself near to a park, the fencing being very elegant in design and the park benches surrounding the area for everyone to rest on. Pigeons flocked the place and the water baths whilst children threw bread crumbs to them for food.
Thor's eyes lit up when he saw an ice cream truck right near to the entrance to the park and he grinned, huge. He didn't know what they were or what they tasted like but they looked delicious. All he knew was the name.
Bounding over, he almost made it before he crashed into someone else; sending them to the floor in a mess of papers, a bag and limbs sprawled everywhere. Looking to the person, Thor's eyes went wide when he saw who he had hurt.
"Loki…"
Loki flinched and stared up at Thor with confusion before cursing and getting up on his knees, grasping at every piece of paper that had been thrown to the floor.
Thor watched as Loki's shaking hands nimbly caught every paper in a light hold and placed them, carefully, in a neat pile. He furrowed his eyebrows in worry before kneeling down and helping to pick the pieces of paper up.
"I am able to care for myself, you buffoon," Loki's voice spat out.
"Yes but I am more than willing to be of service if I feel that someone is in need of it."
Loki glared, looking up at Thor with resentment. Thor just smiled back, used to seeing his brother angry at nothing. This was nothing new to him.
They put the papers in a neat pile and Loki quickly snatched the remaining ones out of Thor's hands and packed them all away in his briefcase before standing quickly and brushing his blazer off.
That's when Thor noticed that Loki was wearing something almost casual. His grey blazer was open and he was wearing a white shirt underneath with some dark blue jeans. It was too casual for a business man which made Thor wonder where he was going.
Loki noticed Thor's gaze and shifted uncomfortably under it, wondering what he could be thinking before he rolled his eyes and tried to move around the big blond.
Thor snapped out of his reverie when he noticed Loki leaving and he hurried to grab Loki's arm.
Loki snapped his head around, frowning.
"This again..?"
Thor smiled, cheekily, wondering if Loki could tell how happy he was just by his presence.
"Where are you off to, brother?"
"I told you not to call me that and if you must know, I am on a much needed break and am on my way to my home," Loki answered, curtly.
Thor let go of the short man's arm and looked to the park before looking back at Loki.
"Stay with me."
Loki's eyes went wide, slightly, and he gave Thor an uneasy look.
"I'm sorry, what?"
Thor smiled. "Well, I have nothing to do and I would very much enjoy the company of another. We could sit in the park, if you like?"
Loki's gaze slowly went to the briefcase he was holding and under his breath, he muttered, "It will slow it down…"
Thor grew confused. "Pardon..?"
Loki's eyes snapped up towards Thor before he regained himself and he lifted his head in a confident manner. "I will not be able to sit around; it's not something that I can do just any time of the day."
"But you have a break, do you not?" Thor asked, growing worried that he may not be able to spend time with his younger brother.
Loki got caught off guard by that and he found himself searching for any excuse to get out of this but could find none and so, he sighed and looked at Thor with disdain.
"This better be a quick quality time together as I do not appreciate outings that involve getting to know one another."
Thor laughed, feeling his heart swell in happiness before Steve's words flew into his head. His brow creased and he felt queasy. But he shook his head and managed to throw off any other thought than to take Loki into the park.
Thor clapped Loki on the shoulder and walked forward, almost going into the park before noticing the ice cream truck once again. His eyes gleamed in excitement and felt his stomach rumble.
Turning to Loki, he gave him a grin before heading to the truck. Loki watched him and sighed, feeling a migraine come on already.
They reached the truck and Thor ordered a vanilla ice cream with strawberry sauce on top, the first thing he saw on the menu. As the old man was preparing Thor's ice cream, the blond turned to Loki and gave him a smile.
"What are you going to order?"
Loki scoffed, looking at Thor and saying, "I don't do treats."
Thor's mouth gaped. "But we have never seen anything like before; we need to know what it tastes like."
"I have had a dessert like this before, I did not find it to be acceptable," Loki answered, feeling uneasy at the prospect of having another ice cream.
"Maybe your taste buds crave something different, unique," Thor suggested before turning to the old man and ordering Loki a dark chocolate ice cream.
Handing the ice cream to Loki, Thor waited in anticipation for the man to try a bite. Loki just looked at Thor with an incredulous look, suggesting that he put the ice cream away. But Thor was persistent and made sure to keep the ice cream in front of the other man.
Loki gritted his teeth and grabbed the ice cream, finding it to be better to agree with the pig of a man than to debate about this. But if the acquaintance carried on staring at him like that, he would soon make sure to shove the ice cream on his head.
Thor walked forward, ice cream in hand, and made for the exit. His broad shoulders and golden hair was the only thing Loki saw until he decided to catch up with the brute and walk alongside of him with his own ice cream.
They walked side by side in the park, finding it rather refreshing to have the cool breeze waft in their faces and have the quiet sound of the crunching gravel underneath their feet.
It all made sense to Thor to spend time with his brother, the quality time was something he had wished for in such a long time.
Looking at Loki, Thor smiled and asked, "Do you want to go and sit down on a bench?"
Loki nodded, halfway through his ice cream whilst Thor's had gone had gone. Loki guessed the man had a hunger the size of an elephant.
Thor and Loki sat down on the bench simultaneously, both fairly content with having a place to sit after doing a minimal amount of walking. Thor turned to Loki and decided to ask a question.
"Do you remember any of your past childhood memories?"
Loki felt himself stop breathing for a second and turned to Thor, giving him the most serious look the scruffy blond had ever seen.
"I don't talk about my childhood."
Thor blinked and recoiled at the menacing sound, finding it to be more natural than he would have liked to believe.
Loki fell silent before he asked, "What was yours like?"
Thor didn't know how to respond to that as his childhood was lost on Loki. Loki was a part of his childhood, the man before him was someone he grew up with and was a big part of his past. But he wouldn't remember any of that.
Thor felt a pang of pain in his heart as he thought about this and it all became sudden how big this problem actually was. This wasn't just banishment, something had gone and messed up the timeline for Thor and lost him a brother.
"My childhood was pretty simple, nothing interesting…"
Loki's eyebrows creased at the sound of hurt behind Thor's voice but he remained impassive.
"Tell me a little about it," Loki demanded, softly.
Thor shuffled in his seat, sighing and looking to the sky.
"Well, I grew up with a great mother whose hair was always so beautiful even as she grew older…her heart was also very big and she never failed to show sympathy when need be," Thor smiled gently, his eyes showing warmth. "And my father was very over bearing, not one to show his emotional support through hugs although, admittedly, he did hold hands with me."
Loki nodded, a small smile almost there.
"But he was, and still is, a magnificent ruler, ruling with an iron fist and his wisdom is beyond me, he knows to rule like a king should."
"And how's that..? How should a king rule?" Loki asked, venom dripping from his lips.
Thor was a little startled at the sharp tone of Loki's voice, not liking how it sounded.
"He should rule for his people, not for war or for honour," Thor answered, hands gripping together.
There was silence as they let the sentence hang in the air. Thor wanted Loki to remember, he needed his brother to remember. The thought that he would never have a brother again put fear into Thor that he had never experienced before.
"Is that the end of it?"
Loki's question startled Thor out of his thoughts. He looked to Loki and even though the man wasn't showing any interest on the outside, he could see it in his eyes that Loki was enjoying listening to his rambles.
"And there was someone else…Someone very special in my life; I grew up with them…" Thor continued. "I had a brother, we played together when we were younger…we taught things to each other. I remember him teaching me about magic."
"Magic..?" Loki questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Thor laughed. "Um, n-not real magic," he lied.
Loki's questioning gaze bore into him and he continued with his story, quickly.
"He taught me about the history of magic and who believed in it and how it started. It was quite interesting, actually. I loved watching him grow up and learning about this kind of stuff, it showed how smart he was."
Loki looked to Thor and leaned in a little. "You said you had a brother…What do you mean by 'had'?"
Thor's eyes closed and he breathed out slowly, finding it hard to breathe. "I lost him…"
There was silence as Loki found questions buzzing around in his head and Thor felt the need to say anything was lost. The only noises around them were people talking and children laughing, the pigeons cooing and cars turning on and off.
Loki stood up, finding himself struggling to sit and listen any longer. Thor snapped his head up in question.
"I have to go…" Loki said.
Thor stood as well and found himself moving his body forward towards the other man. He reached a hand out and cupped his hand around Loki's neck and felt his hand tingle at the warmth of Loki's soft skin.
"…think about something you truly want and go for it."
Steve's words rang through his head and he felt himself quickly pull his hand away, looking at it in confusion.
"Goodbye, Thor," Loki said, his farewell brief once again.
Thor lurched forward and wrapped his arms around Loki's torso; the familiar slight bitter cold to it gave Thor a sense of happiness.
Loki un-wrapped the arms from around his body and gave Thor a cold look.
"You are not to do that again, I do not know you well enough."
As Loki walked away, briefcase still in hand, Thor's heart beat fast and he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
'He still doesn't remember…'
Thor found himself slumping towards Bruce's apartment, no longer wishing for any source of entertainment. All thoughts of fun were lost on him as he walked slowly through the crowds of people, almost wishing to be lost and forgotten.
Because all he wanted was to find Loki. But Loki was slipping further away from him.
Bruce slipped the keys into the keyhole, the door clicking as it opened and he sighed, tired. It had been a long hard day at work and he just wished to sit down and have a nice rest. But then he would to cook dinner for himself and his new roommate.
He supposed it could be worse. He could be cooking for Clint.
When he walked through his living room, he sensed something was off immediately.
No giant lummox of a man was coming to greet him with a big hug, there was no joyous shout of his name.
Something was wrong.
Looking around his apartment, Bruce called out, "Thor, I'm home!"
Silence.
Bruce felt his heart pounding and wondered where the tall man could've gotten to. Feeling the need to make sure he was safe, Bruce called up Tony and asked him to search for Thor with him.
It wasn't long before they were all searching the giant city for the blond man. The entire group consisted of himself, Tony, Steve and Natasha who had only met the guy once but was worried, none the less.
Bruce scurried around, big brown eyes showing concern and panic. The only thought that could go through his head right now was that Thor would have to sleep on a bench unless they found him.
He had no idea why he was so worried for someone he had only met a few days ago but something about the guy was calming and happy in a way and made him feel so at home, it was warming.
He walked along the streets with the other and tried calling out once again but they didn't hear him calling back.
Tony walked over to him and gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder, trying to smile regardless of the situation.
Bruce gave a half-smile back, not sure whether to break down and give up or carry on.
Out of nowhere, a shuffle came from behind them and they turned, seeing nothing.
But soon enough, they heard another noise, footsteps that sounded like trumpets, and saw a blond head walking along the streets opposite them.
Running across the road, and trying to dodge cars, Bruce made it to the other side and called out Thor's name once again.
Thor looked up in surprise, not having enough time to brace himself before he got jumped on by the shorter man and squeezed to death.
Bruce found himself smiling more than he should have as he gripped Thor hard, not letting go for a while.
"Banner, you might want to let go, you're embarrassing all of us," Tony remarked, smiling.
Bruce let go and apologized to Thor, sheepishly but still smiling all the same.
"I told you not to leave the apartment, you're on the other side of town to where I live," Bruce scolded with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Thor smiled, weakly. He couldn't talk as thoughts ran through his head.
Bruce noticed this and stopped smiling, his eyebrows furrowing. Tony stepped forward, worried too.
"Hey, big guy, you're not saying anything. Are you okay?" He asked.
Thor nodded, breathing raggedly. "I am okay; my shaken nerves will be still soon enough."
Natasha smiled, trying her best to be comforting. "We could all go back and have some hot chocolate, if you want."
Thor nodded, smiling at his friends.
When they reached Bruce's apartment, Tony bounded through the front door as soon as it was open and grinned.
"I'll put the TV on. After all, I pride myself in being good at machinery."
Steve shook his head, smiling slightly. "You really are a big mouth, aren't you?"
"And you love it, don't you?" Tony remarked, winking at his partner.
Steve grinned, his heart soaring. Natasha pushed Steve, gently, teasing him. Steve just laughed in return and walked into the kitchen with Bruce.
"It's a shame Clint's not here, isn't it?" He asked Bruce who was preparing five cups of hot chocolate.
Bruce nodded, not saying anything. He had almost lost a roommate today and yet, he had no idea why he cared so much. Maybe it was because Thor had treated him so kindly or maybe it was just because he didn't want to be lonely. He had spent almost his entire life alone and it made him fear going through it again.
Steve noticed how quiet Bruce was and frowned, worried. He had a feeling he knew what was making him so quiet but not wanting to bring it up, just in case.
Instead he just kept to himself and helped to pour the milk in the cups on the counter. And slowly, Bruce came out of his quiet state enough to thank Steve for helping him.
They walked into the living room to find Tony watching TV on the couch with Thor lying next to him, asleep and leaning on a big couch pillow. And Natasha had opened a window and was sitting on a chair next to it, looking out at the now dark sky.
Sitting himself down on an armchair, Bruce placed three cups on the table in front of the couch and leaned back into the cushions.
Steve sat next to Tony on the couch and leaned into him slightly and turned to Bruce.
"What do you think made Thor so quiet?"
Bruce shook his head, staring into his cup. "I don't know. When I left, he was just fine. I mean, he didn't want me to leave but he wasn't…sad."
Natasha looked over at Thor and bit her lip.
"Yeah, well, whatever it was, it certainly brought him down quite a lot," Tony commented. "Oh look, South Park."
Steve rolled his eyes, changing the channel to something different.
As the night rolled on, all of them fell asleep at Bruce's house, not even aware of why they stayed there. Just that they were comfortable in the presence of each other.
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