Sorry for the wait. Just so you all know, I am doing time-travel in this. I know, it sucks. But I thought I ought to warn you since it does get a little confusing, so there is past-Loki (who is in the past) and Loki (who is the present). I don't know how good this chapter is, but I hope you like it.

"Does anyone actually know where we're going?" Stark called out to the silent group as they travelled. After the shocking discovery they had made, the group had quickly agreed that they needed to find a way back home. None of them dared to speak, all glancing nervously at Loki, who decided to stay well behind the others.

Rogers, as expected, was the one to lead the small group through the wreckage with Banner and Romanoff following closely. Stark gave a loud huff of annoyance as no one answered his question, complete silence falling on the group once more. Loki knew what they were thinking. It was the same thing that was running through his own mind. It was the reason why he stared down at his boots and refused to meet anyone's gaze. He knew that they were all worried that he would turn against them and use the stones. Even Thor was avoiding him.

One thing that shouldn't be misunderstood is that the Avengers had every reason to be suspicious. It wasn't as if the thought hadn't crossed Loki's mind. In fact, it was almost impossible to resist the urge. He had the most powerful weapon in the entire universe on his fist and all he needed to do was think of what he wanted. He could do anything he wanted, make the universe however he wanted. It was a strong temptation and there had been so many times when he nearly found himself using the stones. But every time, Loki would be reminded of his wife and Thor. Every time he would wonder what Sonja would think and he would imagine the disappointment on his brother's face. Not that he was particularly bothered by the thought of betraying Thor… again.

And yet, it stopped him from doing so. He was unsure why and it made him feel uneasy. But one thing was for certain. In the past year, he had changed. Whether it was for better, or worse, was still to be decided. There was also something else that bothered him. Though he had gained the memories of his life and family, he found that there were some things that he struggled to remember. It was mostly small details, nothing too big. Yet it still troubled him. Doing his best to shove these thoughts to the side, Loki glanced up from his boots and turned his gaze to the others in front of him. He saw that they had entered a new room, nearly as large as the throne room in Asgard. The group of six slowed and stopped in their tracks, each of their eyes wide as they stared around at the walls that surrounded them. The walls were lined with hundreds, if not thousands, of doors which continued high above them. It went so far above them that none of them could see the ceiling.

"Okay. That's a lot of doors." Banner stated slowly, to which everyone gave small nods of agreement. Loki felt his brows furrow questioningly as he noticed that there seemed to be no exit to the large room. He stepped past the others and ignored their quiet calls as he ran to the end of the long hallway. He didn't need to turn around to see Thor chasing him while calling loudly, "Loki! Where are you going, brother?"

Loki ignored the calls of the others as they followed, slowing his pace as he came to the end of the hall and found more doors. He shook his head and turned to Avengers and told them, "It's a dead end. We should turn back and try to-"

The rest of sentence suddenly disappeared. The others frowned at him in concern, exchanging glances before asking the Asgardian, "What is it? What's wrong?"

Unable to answer, Loki could only raise his arm and point behind them. They turned around and felt their jaws drop in shock as they stared at the place they had come from. Instead of finding the entrance that they had stepped through, they found more walls and doors. Thor shook his head in bewilderment, hissing, "What kind of dark magic is being used to trap us here?"

"Oh, please! We're hardly trapped." Stark gestured his hand at the hundreds of doors around them. They all waited as he stepped over to one of the doors and pulled on the handle. It all happened suddenly and none of them were quite aware of their actions. All that Loki remembered was hearing cries of shock, the feeling of a dagger in his hand, burying his weapon into the intruder's chest and forcing the door to a close. It wasn't until he turned back to the others that he realised what happened. At each of their feet lay a Dark Elf, a pool of dark blood spreading across the tiled floor.

"What just happened?" Roger and Banner cried in unison, staring down at the dead man with pale faces. Loki shook his head and glanced at the other doors while saying, "The doors must be portals to other places… other times."

He waited as they all looked around, Romanoff giving a disbelieving gasp while asking, "Which one do we choose? There's hundreds of them."

Slowly, they each separated and stepped over to different doors, studying them and trying to decide which one was their best chance. Loki recognised quite a few of the doors, some were from Earth, others Asgard and even a few from Sakaar. But even though he knew where some of them came from, none of them had any idea as to what time they might step into. Loki breathed a deep sigh and glanced over at the rest, calling to them, "In case we end up choosing a door that will lead us to our past, I feel that I should mention that it might be best to avoid making contact with our past selfs."

"What'd happen if we do?" Romanoff asked, to which Loki could only shrug his shoulders while answering, "I don't know, but I just feel that it would be unwise."

He waited as Stark and Banner nodded agreement and began to discuss the subject of time travel, to which everyone gave loud groans and quickly backed away from the two. Even though the subject fascinated him, Loki didn't feel like participating in their discussion. Instead, he stepped over to his brother and spoke to him quietly, "We need to talk, brother."

Thor frowned at him in concern, glancing over his shoulder at the others before asking, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, but…" Loki breathed a deep sigh, " I have an issue trying to remember everything. It's not important, but I felt that you should know."

He watched as relief spread across Thor's face. The large man placed a heavy hand on Loki shoulder with a warm smile and told him, "Thank you for telling me, brother. I'm glad to know that you are alright."

Loki returned the smile, the two brother's separated to check the many doors. Loki was just about to open a door, when he heard Thor call over the others. He turned in his brother's direction and saw him place his hand on the knob. Loki could feel his eyes widen and tried to give a shout of warning while running towards his brother. But it was too late as Thor flung the door open and allowed dozens of Chitauri to enter. There were shouts of panic, sounds of battle and confusion and Loki defended himself against the horrid creatures that scratched at his clothes and skin. All of a sudden, he felt a hand grip his arm and pull him away from the aliens and push him through a door.

There was blinding light and a deafening noise, before both he and Thor were throw into new surroundings and forced to try and find their footing. Loki gave shouts of pain as he fell and rolled on a downhill slope before having his back slam against a hard surface. His eyes barely had time to adjust to the new light before he had to defend him from an attacking Chitauri. He kicked out at the creature and threw a dagger at it's heart, a loud shrill sounding that he had found his mark. Loki took deep breaths and forced himself to his feet while turning to face Thor.

"Are you okay, brother?" Thor called, pulling his axe out of one the aliens chest. Loki shrugged, opening his mouth to answer. But before he had the chance, he suddenly found himself being pressed against the wall with a tight hand wrapped around his throat. He gasped for air and clawed at his foe's arm while staring into the pale face that reflected his own. He watched as his past self frowned and hissed, "What trick is this?!"

"It's… not a trick." Loki choked while trying to loosen the grip around his neck. He watched as the past-Loki frowned questioningly before being knocked aside, allowing Loki to breathe freely. Raspy coughs forced their way out of his throat as he collapsed to his knees and turned to look over at his brother who had past-Loki pinned to the ground. There was a faint click that made Loki freeze, not daring to face the man who pointed the gun at his head while speaking in a deep voice, "Don't… move."

He did as he was told, only moving to gesture towards Thor who had to tackle the armed man aside. Loki had recognised the voice, though he hadn't heard it for six years. The gun remained firmly pressed against his head while Fury used his radio to call the Avengers of that time. Loki looked over at his brother and winced as Thor placed his large axe on top of past-Loki's chest. His attention was quickly drawn away from the two as the Avengers entered the room. Loki suddenly found himself, once again, being lifted into the air with a large hand around his neck. He gripped at the hand and stared down into the younger face of his brother.

Loki couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes and groaning loudly, "Why must everyone grab my neck?! It is growing very tiresome."

"I completely agree." He heard his own voice respond, making him look over at his younger-self, who was trying to lift the axe away from his chest. This also made past-Thor look over, his grip realising on Loki's neck slightly. The two Thors stared at each for a few moments, before Thor reached towards his axe. Loki's felt his eyes widen, making him raise his hand towards his brother and call to him, "Don't!"

Thor glanced at him uncertainly. He hesitated, his brows furrowing while calling back questioningly, "Loki…?"

"Trust me." Loki replied, nodding towards him slightly. Thor looked as if he were about to argue, but pursed his lips and gave a gentle nod in return. Silence followed these subtle actions, everyone staring at this strange scene with wide eyes. Loki suddenly felt the grip on his neck tighten, making him give a suppressed shout while past-Thor hissed at him, "Enough with your tricks, brother! You won't escape."

Loki struggled to take a deep breath, kicking out at past-Thor to try and make him loosen his grip. There was a deafening cry and Loki found himself fall to the floor with a heavy thud, raspy coughs breaking out of his throat. He looked upwards and saw the two Thors unlocked in a battle, flashes of lightening coming from the short-haired one. He quickly glanced over at his past-self, and breathed a gentle sigh as he saw that the axe remained on his chest. Giving another raspy cough, he climbed to his feet and staggered over to the two Thors.

Doing his best to avoid getting punched, he pulled his brother away from the fight and pushed the other away. Thor breathed heavily, his chest heaving while Loki gripped at his arm and hissed, "Calm yourself, brother. It won't do us any good if kill ourselves… past or present."

He waited as Thor glanced and took a deep breath to calm himself. Satisfied that he understood his meaning, Loki released his brother's arm and raised a hand to his slightly bruised neck. He turned his gaze to the Avengers as Fury called loudly, "Would someone mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

"Or why there's two dead alien things in here?" Stark added, poking at one of the Chitauri with his foot. They all turned to the Asgardians. Loki exchanged glances with Thor, before turning back to the Avengers and telling them, "You may find this hard to believe… but Thor and I are from the future."

Calls of disbelief followed his words. Thor shook his head and stepped back over to past-Loki, while Loki crossed his arms and watched the Avengers. After a few moments, Stark and Banner frowned at one another thoughtfully. They both shook their heads and dismissed the idea. Banner then frowned and said to his companion, "It can't be possible… can it?"

"Well, you wouldn't think that gammer radiation could turn you into a raging green monster, but here we are." Stark replied with a shrug. Loki felt his throat tighten, only then remembering that Banner could turn into the Hulk at any moment, and there was no controlling him. Thor obviously had the same thought, for both he and Loki slowly backed away until they were standing beside past-Loki. Thor leaned towards his brother and whispered, "You remember what's going to happen, right?"

Loki gave a soft nod, his mind on the infiltration that had allowed his escape from the Helicarrier. He glanced down at his past-self and whispered back, "We should get the mind stone and look for the Tesseract while we're here."

"What is it with you and the Tesseract?" Thor groaned quietly while shaking his head. Loki frowned at him questioningly and asked, "What's that suppose too mean?"

Thor raised his eyebrows and scoffed quietly, "In case you forgot, brother… you had to take it before destroying Asgard and give it to Thanos. You're the whole reason why this all happened. If you had just left it alone…"

"And in case you forgot, Thor… I only gave Thanos the Tesseract to save your life." Loki spoke in a hiss. Thor gave a bark of disbelieving laughter and widened his eyes. The Avengers grew silent and turned to the Asgardians as Thor told his brother, "While I'm grateful for your 'sacrifice'… I think we both know that you always had the intention of running away. The only thing you hadn't planned was losing your mind and getting yourself married."

Rage filled Loki's veins. He wasn't entirely sure why he became so angry, only that he curled his hands into balls of fist. Thor seemed to have realised that he had gone a step too far and opened his mouth to apologise. But Loki's focus was no longer on the conversation, his eyes flicking over to the watching crowd. They were each reaching towards their weapons and he was suddenly overcome with a single thought. They needed to get out of there. A plan had begun to form in his mind and he decided to go through with it.

Without hesitating, he raised his fist and buried it in Thor's cheek. The large man staggered back and raised a hand to his face, turning back to his brother in shock. Loki gathered as much rage as he could and walked towards his brother while shouting, "How dare you insult me? Oh, you think you're so much better! And yet, if I remember correctly, you're the one who got dumped by a Midgardian!"

He knew that he had struck a cord as soon as the words left his mouth. Sparks of lightening flashed in his eyes as he swung his arm towards Loki's head. Dodging the attack, Loki wrapped his arm around Thor's neck and quickly hissed in his ear, "We need to get out of here and I have a plan."

"What?" Thor hissed back. Loki pushed him out of the head-lock, knowing that the watching crowd had all drawn their weapons and were aiming at the fighting brothers. Loki raised his fists again and swung out at Thor, who ducked and grabbed his brother's arm. This gave Loki a chance to explain further, "Just follow my lead and get your axe."

Though he was bewildered, Thor gave a quick nod and allowed Loki to break out of his hold. The two battled each other for a while longer, each getting their fair share of punches. At last, Loki revealed a long dagger and shouted, "We shall see who is better now!"

He waited until Thor summoned his axe before running forward, raising his blade above his head. He had no intention of attacking, but made an illusion so that it appeared that way to the watching crowd. But their sights were soon blocked by a heavy green mist that filled the room. Everyone gave loud coughs and tried to wave it away, but it was soon gone. And with it, the two Asgardians.