A/N: I've felt productive this week so I decided to write and upload my story a little bit early! I just saw the Avengers this week (Brilliant movie BTW. Whedon is genius) and because of certain plot elements in my story that contradict the movie this story is officially AU now! I'd like to thank AliceCullen3, Canned it 2011-2012, and especially Torchwood Boy for so many encouraging reviews! Also thanks to all of those for the story alerts/favorites!

And the answer to Agumon's question: Spoilers! ;D

This chapter is primarily a somewhat "self-contemplating Loki chapter" because I enjoy Tom Hiddleston's Loki so much!

Chapter 6:

The healing place known to humans as a hospital was in chaos, and the foolish beings where running past each other in a heated frenzy, struggling to get out. Loki had just noticed this as he strolled down the hallway, somewhat enjoying it all and taking it all in (or at least as much as he could, considering his side felt like it'd taken a direct hit from the Mjölnir several times). The only thing he regretted is the fact that he didn't start it. According to their cries, there had been some "mad bloke" who'd killed some doctors and was running a muck in the hospital. Random humans tried to persuade Loki to get out of the "hospital" as quickly as he could. Loki merely put on his best act and pretended that he even seemed to care at all about them. There was one thing in his mind right now: finding his armor (which the idiotic healing humans seemed to have stolen) or at least getting out of this ridiculous dressing gown. He would worry about his abdomen later.

He started scrounging around the different rooms, searching for something to wear. Most of the rooms have been abandoned, and Loki was starting to get rather annoyed with not being able to find this blasted "locker room" or so the humans had named it. But finally he did, in the back room no less, and he started to search among the piles of patients' clothing.

By the looks of things these humans have horrible taste. Loki noted to himself, going through the racks and trying to find something reasonable to wear. He found some clothing and quickly putting it on, trying to formulate a plan on what he should do. I'll head to the nearest city, wherever that is, and find a way to get the Tesserect back. This time the Avengers will not defeat me, and I'll get a bigger, better army, that no one has feared more! I'll prove to my brother that I am worthy of a throne! Whether it be Asguard's, or Earth's.

Loki turned and inspected himself in the cracked mirror on the wall beside him. He could barely recognize himself. His eyes were wild, and dark patches underneath accentuated this. With ghostly pale skin, and stringy, long, black hair, Loki couldn't help but think himself similar looking to a creature gone to Hel's domain. He knew he didn't look like this before. What has happened?

Loki closed his eyes and quickly turned away, holding back the thoughts that plagued him. He needed to get out of here, Loki soon realized, and go to London, the place where he overheard the healers talking about. The wound at Loki's side aggravated him, and he soon noticed that this would especially be an issue, considering how much he's been moving. Even the mortal healers with their poor concept of healing could realize that this is not the best thing for an Asguardian, or Jotun, to do. Perhaps I could find time to heal my wound when I've teleported into London. I don't want to waste much of my magic.

Loki's mind soon began to scramble for a teleportation spell that required minimal effort. He soon began to regret the fact that he'd never paid attention to his grandmother when she was giving lessons. Loki had been far too preoccupied with Thor and his attempt to put insects on Sif's golden hair. It was rather funny when Sif shrieked and started to chase Thor with her wooden sword, attempting to "shove his own sword down his own throat to choke on it"

Loki couldn't help but give a small smile at the memory, but quickly dropped it when he realized what he was doing. I don't have a home, remember that. Loki reminded himself with a bitter tone. I lost it when I fell into the abyss.

He soon remembered what the spell had been. He'd been struggling with it in class, and Grandmo-Frigga's mother had tried to help him with it, but usually it had lead to a disaster:

"I give up!" Loki threw his books down in and began to complain. "These stupid books know nothing! I'll never learn this way!"

Loki crossed his arms for effect. The classroom had been empty for some time now, with Thor playing with Sif and his other friends, leaving Loki by himself. He never really fit in with Thor's "warrior's three" or so they called themselves (Loki thought the name to be rather silly honestly). They didn't appreciate when he dodged their attacks and won by tricking them with his newly practiced illusions.

"Hush now!" Grandmother responded in a sharp, commanding tone. She was barely similar to Frigga in appearance, but it was clear where Frigga had gotten her personality. Despite nearly being 6000 years old, Grandmother still held an air of dignity around her, and it subtly seemed to demand respect. However there was also an air of kindness around her, and it seemed that few could deny it."Just because you're having trouble does NOT mean that you can just blame the books. Practice is the key, Loki dear."

"I've been practicing for nearly months now!" Loki whined. "I still don't have it right. Last week I teleported into the throne room when father was in the middle of a meeting with his generals! I crashed into the barrels and they just stared at me with odd faces. I heard them laughing when mother and I walked out—and even she was having trouble not giggling!"

"They do not mean to laugh to be rude, Loki." Grandmother noted with a slight smile as she adjusted Loki's book on his desk. "Frigga said that they rather enjoyed that little "distraction" or so she put it—she's proud of her little child"

"But I'm not a little child!" Loki growled. Grandmother nodded. "To yourself, maybe. But until you're fit to be married you'll stay a little child."

"I don't intend on marrying." Loki muttered as Grandmother say down next to him, stroking his dark hair. "Girls are idiotic."

"How so?" Grandmother asked Loki. He sighed. "They always are giggling over Thor and Fandral and talk about how "dashing" they look. They always turn away and start whispering when I pass by."

Grandmother sighed. "Just because a select few seem to get on your nerves, does that mean to call them idiotic? I've seen that little friend of yours glancing at you."

"Sigyn doesn't count." Loki replied. "She just feels bad for me."

"You don't know that. Sometimes it can be strange, love. It'll pop up when you least expect it. At least that's what I've learned in my years." Grandmother said. Loki stared at her as if her hair had suddenly lit on fire. She smiled and shook her head. "Nevermind. Now, let's get back to the lesson shall we? Try it once more. Think of a place you want to go."

Loki pouted, and sighed. "I just want to go to the other side of the room." He replied. Opening the old book, he glanced at the pages. The words were written in the old tongue, and the pages were matted with dust. Loki closed his eyes and began to utter the words in pitch-perfect pronunciation as Grandmother had stated. Soon, he began to feel the sensations of teleportation, and he was engulfed in smoke as he begun to close his eyes.

Later he realized that was a VERY bad idea, as when he opened his eyes he practically tackled Sif in the middle of a fight with Thor. Needless to say Grandmother was found chuckling silently as Sif chased Loki around, with Sigyn following in pursuit, trying to get Sif not to murder Loki.

Loki snapped out of the long-forgotten memory as soon as he entered it. Grandmother died soon after that, and he'd only perfected the teleportation after she'd been buried. He'd decided to push the memory to the back of his brain after that. Loki sighed as he closed his eyes, remembering what Frigga's mother had told him hundreds of years ago.

With each syllable as he spoke, he pictured her face, and he was trying to push away the memories of Asguard. A home he'd been barred out from forever.

As he finished the phrase, he breathed in deeply, holding onto his wound in case of a rough landing. He waited for it to take effect.

It never did. And so he repeated it again, and waited.

Again, it didn't work.

Loki's eyes widened in fear as he repeated the phrase over and over, waiting for the teleportation to take effect. No…no, oh please no…He sunk to the ground as a bitter realization overtook him, his body shaking in fear. Something has happened to me…..

He glanced at his shaky, clammy hands, and clenched his fists. As he shut his eyes, trying to understand what has happened. His worst fear had come true. Loki was powerless.