It had been two weeks since Loki had defeated his older self. The beating he took in that battle had been a nasty one and Loki was forced to recover. On Dr. Banner's orders, Loki was to remain in bed and get plenty of rest. Though he was still in pain, Loki refused to stay in bed longer than a week and was up and moving around the tower by the second week. Thor and any other Avenger present made sure Loki didn't strain himself too far. Although Loki would admit it was nice to have people waiting on him hand and foot, to stay put was simply not in his nature. He quickly became bored being held up in the Avengers Tower. He longed for some journey or mission or some form of excitement. Finally, he was able to convince Bruce and the other Avengers to let him out of the building. They agreed to a walk around Central Park for some fresh air and then strait back to the tower. Though it was a small victory for Loki, freedom was freedom.

The Avengers and Loki headed out of the Tower dressed in normal civilian cloths. Loki almost broke out into a celebratory run once they reached the streets, but Thor caught him by the hood of his sweater and pulled him back. "Patience brother," Thor cautioned, "We'll get to the park soon enough."

After the short walk from the Avengers Tower to Central Park, Loki was happy to breath the fresh air (at least as fresh as New York City air got). It was a beautiful summer day with sky an azure blue. The team and Loki casually walked along the sidewalk, enjoying the small spot of nature in the concrete city of New York.

Even in normal clothing, the Avengers were easily recognizable due to their hero status. When all of them were together, it became an even easier task to spot them. Though their fans adored them, not many people or paparazzi would swarm them. They were just as famous as any other celebrity, but they were the kind you didn't want on you're bad side.

However, a new problem arose. Loki's image had been broadcast all over the news stations along with his older self who had attempted a massacre in Times Square. It may have been confusing for an average citizen to see a kid version of a super villain fight the older version of himself that everyone knew was an evil mass murder. Yet here came the victor, the child Loki, taking a leisurely stroll along side the Avengers. The kid may have been the good guy in that battle (for what they knew), but mummers of suspicion and the pointing of fingers still followed Loki.

It began to get on some of the Avengers' nerves. Steve did not like it one bit. When he looked at Loki he was surprised to see the kid continuing on at a leisurely pace. There was no way the kid didn't notice all the strange, lingering looks he was getting. "Loki? You doin' alright?" Steve asked.

"If you are referring to the words of misgivings whispered behind the hands of these people, then I assure you I have no concerns one way or the other," replied Loki with the blissful smile he had on earlier undisturbed.

"Then you must have some pretty thick skin," commented Tony.

Loki continued walking. "If I let other people's opinion of me get to me all the time, then I would be more miserable than you could possibly imagine. There is no use in dwelling in such unhappiness. If I want to be miserable, then I would only require the opinion of myself."

Steve was awfully shocked at this statement, as, he was sure, were his teammates. "You're not as bad as they think," Steve said, trying to comfort Loki.

At these words, Loki looked up at the Captain. "I'd have to try terribly hard to be that terrible." Loki did a sideways grin at Steve.

There was a burst of light as a multicolored portal ripped a hole in the air upon a field the group was adjacent to. Everyone stopped to see a figure, followed closely by another, step through the circle of magic. A woman with golden-blond hair and hateful green eyes stepped through. She wore a green headpiece shaped like a giant M and was scantily clad with green armor. No doubt she was Asgardian. The woman was beautiful, but with her beauty came a fierceness and malevolence. Trailing behind her was a broad-shouldered man in blue and black armor. He carried a giant, double-bladed ax and there was no other way to describe him except scary.

"Loki," the woman hissed. "It has been far too long my love." A cross between a grin and a snarl came upon her face.

Loki did not take long to answer. "Amora, what a pleasant surprise. I see you've brought along Skurge. We simply must catch up. How about coffee?"

"Enough!" shouted Amora, her hands burst into green flames. "I will take great pleasure in ripping apart this child form you wear."

"Better than you have tried, honey," said Loki, as if this were a game.

"Who is that?" asked Clint.

"Tis Amora, the Enchantress. Also known as the goddess of jealousy," explained Thor. "She puts men under her spells to do her bidding. It seems as though Skurge, the Executioner, is her latest romance."

"You whelp! I will look over your corps and smile!" the Enchantress shouted at Loki.

"Then lets play," said Loki, now with a serious face.

"Loki, wait!" Thor called out. The team started to rush to Loki's aid before the Executioner brought his ax down in front of them, baring their way. The Avengers did not have their gear on so they would simply have to make do. Tony did have his bracelets on and made a call for his Iron Man armor to come from the tower. Steve didn't have his shield but he still had his combat skills and a strong fist. Thor might not have been wearing armor but he never went anywhere without Mjolnir. Clint didn't have his arrows so he focused on getting the civilians to safety. Natasha was just as agile as ever and always kept a gun and some knives up her sleeves. Bruce just Hulked out on the spot.

The Avengers battled the might and ax of the Executioner, who would not let them anywhere near his mistress. Loki and Amora were locked in a magical duel.

They shot bursts of energy at one another, creating a massive explosion in between the two. "Why Amora, my dear. You seem to have improved since our last meeting," Loki commented as a sort of banter.

"I have acquired more power than you could possibly know. You're old teachings are nothing compared to my new skill," bragged the Enchantress.

"Then it's a good thing I never taught you even half of what I know," snapped Loki.

Loki soon got the upper hand. Even though Loki was a child, he had just as much power as his adult self as a result of his last battle. This is what Amora had not taken into account. She was expecting to surprise a child Loki with diminished, juvenile power.

With a blaze of green flames, Loki had her pinned down. "Executioner," called Amora, "I need you." The Enchantress's summons pulled the Executioner out of his battle with the Avengers. With a mighty swing, Skurge's ax began to descend upon Loki. Loki shot a beam of light at the magical weapon and the blade shattered into a million pieces. Turning back to the horror-struck Enchantress, Loki smiled his mischievous smile.

With a blaze of fury in her eyes, Amora pounced upon Loki with a fist full of deadly magic. Loki caught her wrist before she could deliver the blow and pressed his other hand against her forehead. Green light surrounding the two began to emanate in waves. The green light of Amora's magic began to wane as Loki sapped the power from her. She was growing weaker. The old Loki would have continued until she died. But kid Loki was not so cruel. He stopped once Amora was considerably weaker. Loki looked down upon his enemy. He knelt down to her and said, "Let this be my last lesson to you, leave me and my friends alone. If I ever find you attacking anyone else, I shall finish you." Loki's voice was deadly serious and he sounded much older in that very instance.

Amora glared at Loki with fire in her eyes, her beautiful features twisted with rage. "You have not seen the last of me Laufeyson," She hissed between her teeth.

The Executioner, now deprived of his ax, carefully picked up Amora the way a lover might do. There was no love in his eyes though. He was simply the muscle under the spell of the Enchantress. The two Asgarian villains walked though another portal that Amora barely had the strength left to open up. In the next instant, they were gone.

Loki rushed over to the Avengers. They seemed a little worse for wear but not to shaken. They had battled worse that the Executioner before. Surly they would have beat him if Amora had not called for him and Loki declared the fight over.

"Am I wrong, or was that an old girlfriend of yours," asked Tony, now in his Iron Man armor with the faceplate pulled up.

"Hey," said Loki defensively, "I'm not the only one around here who's ever gotten cozy with Amora."

The Avengers looked at Thor questioningly. "Tis not fair. The witch had me under a spell."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "So what's your excuse, Loki?" she asked.

Loki shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and replied plainly "She's hot and I was drunk. You know how it is Stark." Loki smiled up at Tony.

Tony closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose. "I never thought I would be having this conversation with an eleven-year-old."