Author's Note: Sorry for yet another short chapter.
It took a little while of feeling sorry for himself until Loki decided to crawl out of the indent his body had created in the floor of the penthouse when he was slammed into the ground repeatedly. He crawled over to a stair; his body still aching. This was it. He was beaten by these Avengers. They had shut down the tesseract and killed his army. He didn't want to think of what was in store for him next, though part of him hoped it would be the sweet release of death.
His train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of somebody watching him. He slowly turned only to see the Avengers surrounding him, weapons ready. Loki knew he couldn't fight them in the state that he was in.
"If it's all the same to you," Loki began, shifting himself to a slightly more comfortable sitting position; "I'll have that drink now." He was mostly attempting to diffuse some of the tension in the room, but in all honesty, he could probably use a drink.
The Avengers were not amused, of course.
Loki didn't even put up a fight when he was put in a muzzle and handcuffs and taken to the middle of a footbridge in Central Park. He just glared at the ground as he walked.
Thor said his goodbyes to the others before taking hold of a glass cylinder that contained the tesseract. He held one end and gestured the other end towards Loki. Loki reluctantly grabbed it. Thor nodded to the others one last time before twisting the device.
Before being transported back to Asgard, Loki felt a bit of panic. Adelaide would be there and see him in this condition. This would be the first time he had seen her since the destruction of the Bifrost. He wasn't ready to face her yet. He wasn't ready to see the disappointed look she would most likely give him.