Note: Hi you all. I saw the request of comments that wanted this story to continue (even tho my first chapter was, to be honest, terrible) so I decided I should at least finish it up. Feel free to comment and sorry about any grammar mistakes that might pop up in advance.

Chapter 2

Thor didn't realize he was shouting until his own voice began to reach his ears. He felt a deja vu; he felt that he was shouting the same mantra over and over again when Loki has chosen to fall into the void, after almost losing Jane, and after seeing his father in Odin sleep.

Calm down.

He slowly took a step forward with his arms wide without even his hammer by his side. Loki opened his mouth and his eyes are in a daze, no longer in the present. He began to ramble loudly with crescendo until he was screaming as he clutched his head. Abruptly, the screaming stopped, and Loki's eyes rolled back. As if the marionette has its strings cut off, Loki relaxed, tilted sideways and pitched down to the hard concrete ground.

Thor dived for him as he falls. Grabbing the end tail of Loki's armour, he tries to leverage the weight, but realize he would fall with Loki toward the ground. He reached his arm and called for the hammer. As soon as his thought finished, he felt the sensation of leather grip in his right hand. Holding right onto Loki, Thor defied gravity and laws of physics on Earth as he propelled his hammer to rotate in the air and slowly descended to the concrete ground.

The ground state of New York appeared even worse than he thought on a closer look. Shattered window glass pieces and other materials were scattered across the roads, making it impossible to drive to leave New York. Smokes were rising from several buildings, cars were overturned, and the roads had craters as if comets rained down from heaven above. It appeared to be a sieged city that was barely surviving by fortifying underground railways and low ground buildings. There were few people pulled to the sides, either trembling in fear or attending to aid those who were injured. Worst of all, there were bodies on the broken open roads.

However, the perpetrator of this very chaos was caused by his adopted brother whom he just saved. The irony is almost palatable. It filled his mind with confusing emotions and thoughts and so he did what he could only do in the current situation. He boxed in up in his heart. Then, Thor quickly turned toward an alleyway, settled unconscious Loki down on dry concrete and left him against the wall as gently as possible.

He still had a role to fulfill; saving the mortal's city.

After all, Avengers and mortals needed him.

Loki slowly opened his eyes heavily. His eyes felt as if they weighed a ton. He scraped his pale finger on the concrete alleyway ground as he stretched and flexed them back to life.

He didn't know why, but his head rang as if he drank a gallon worth of brewery by a famous cook known to intoxicate every living being. His inside felt torn and bloated, his throat parched with a taste of iron, and his eyes were wet with tears.

What in the realm of Yggdrasil was going on here?

Most importantly, where the hell was him?

Loki stood up even though his body screams in pain. His body pulled him downward, luring him back to unconsciousness and into innocent sleep. He would have accepted the sweet lure of sleep but deep down, he knew something was wrong. He huffed and groaned in pain as he leaned against the wall for support. He slowly bent the quivering legs upright. Clutching the red brick wall, he staggered forward into the twisted daylight.

He looked around and realized he scarcely recognizes where he was at. He was in New York, a city of Midgardian planet. He felt that this place is oddly familiar, even though it was his first time being in New York. But the image was clearly different from the pictures he saw in his book. Instead of tall strange metal buildings that soared up to the sky, there were unfamiliar debris, craters, and dead bodies.

A screech snapped Loki out of his thoughts and he dragged his eyes toward the source of the sound. An enormous floating creature in a form similar to earthworm had a horrendous sharp metal down on its back. On top of the giant ugly creature, a green creature roared and forced it into one of the tall buildings beyond the skyline.

That creature wasn't supposed to be in Midgard. His eyes looked at another curious device on the ground. They seemed to be a spear weapon of some sort, too advanced to belong on 'Earth'.

Loki feels his chest tighten and he felt ringing in his head. A strangled gasp escaped his throat and he clutched his head, grasping his dusty black hair. Flashes of images played in his mind like flipping through a book with images. Chituri, portal, blue spectre, Avengers, the tesseract.

The purple mad titan.

His eyes widen as dizziness and nausea trickled down to his stomach. He retched onto the ground but his stomach was empty; he only heaved out empty air and saliva coated in red. He felt as if his head was splitting open to expose his bare brain into the open air. He tried to remember the last thing he could recall but all the memories he grasped were distorted or damaged. Somebody has messed with his mind with cold surgical precision and left him to his own device.

Anxiety gripped his throat and his hands trembled. Then, he bit his tongue and felt the sweet bitterness trickle down his throat to clear his mind. He was Loki, the trickster. Hastily, he wiped his mouth, tasting bile on the back of his throat with a sudden taste of iron. But he didn't have much time by the look of increasing mass of Chituri soldiers that strolled around the corner. His hand crackled green with magic and in a flash, he disappeared.