Thor growled, "What do you mean he's dead!?"

Hawkeye shrugged as he bent over the body finding no pulse, "Hulk must have killed him."

"No skin off my teeth," Iron Man shrugged "Anyone want a little celebratory martini." He asked going to the bar.

"This is not the time to celebrate Stark," Thor glared. "This is the worst thing that could have happened!"

Tony sighed, "Look I know he was your brother but he did just kill a few thousand people."

"You misunderstand Stark," Thor shook his head. "I do not speak from grief. Death does not mean the same thing for my people as it does for yours. We are creatures of energy, with our bodies merely a solid shell."

"Whatever comforts you," Tony brushed off.

"Where do you think your superstitions come from?" Thor glared. "When Demigods die, if properly trained, we can build ourselves a new body. Loki might not have been of Odin, but his birth father was still a god, in his own right. So the skill had been taught to Loki.

"As long as he was alive, Loki was trapped in a physical form, but once the body died he was freed and no doubt escaped far away from here. There is no telling what form he will take now or what face he will choose... Loki is still out there, no doubt planning his next move."

He was SCREWED. Loki was panicking as he traveled as formless light, as far away as possible. He was not able to keep his promise to Thanos. He was in debt to THANOS. If he did not think of something of equal value, to an infinity stone, Thanos would utterly destroy him. Unlike humans Thanos actually did have ways to permanently kill a god. Oh hell he lost the staff to. That meant Loki owed the psychopath TWO infinity stones!

Loki shuddered finding a small remote area to hide in, far far away from New York City, but not too far away. Somewhere near enough so no one would think to look for him.

Besides he could go no further, he needed to rest. That Hulk creature had somehow not only killed his body but his fist damaged his very soul. It must be all that gamma radiation.

Under normal circumstances Loki would wait until his spirit had recovered, before attempting to build himself a body, but the risk were too high. In this state he was not only defenseless, but Thor could easily see him for who he is. He needed a shell to hide behind, something unthreatening, something... innocent. Oh that was perfect.

The light became solid, taking on the small form of a child with long black hair and blue eyes. He gave himself the most innocent looking face he could, adding freckles on his cheeks and nose for added effect. Something shamefully adorable to the extreme. His body was skinny and frail, looking as a strong wind could end him. His skin was pale and flawless, looking much the scholar who hid away from the sun.

He was now dressed in baggy Midgardian clothes, appropriate for a child in his early teens, with big round glasses. He could blend in easily like this and Thor would never suspect him. If he did find him Thor would even go easy on him, not being able to harm a child. If only such a trick could work on Thanos.

Loki sighed and started his journey. This would have to be exile for a time. He had to stay hidden. He had to figure out what he was going to do... oh he was so screwed.

• 3 Months after "Age of Ultron":

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING!? This was the worst possible form he could have taken! It was impossible to move around during 'school hours' as everyone kept asking him why he wasn't there. Apparently school was not reserved for the nobles here, but a mandatory practice for all children.

Admittedly that was a good thing and he intended to keep that system in place, when he finally conquered this planet, but it made it fairly obvious he could not easily blend in during the day.

In addition, finding work was impossible. There were the most useless of laws preventing children from even APPRENTICING for a craft. Something he most certainly WOULD change.

He settled for using a bit of alchemy to turn things to gold, but found shops would not accept anything beyond useless paper, and refused to barter at all. He tried selling the gold to one of those "cash for gold" places, but they threatened to "call his mother for trying to sell her jewelry". He actually had to run out of one of the traders, to avoid getting the authorities called, when that shop keeper accused him of stealing the gold.

Ironically, he had to resort to petty thieving after that. He had no choice, or else he wouldn't be able to eat.

Since he could not rent a hotel room, without drawing suspicion, he had to live in a bloody BOX. Of course, he used magic to make the box larger on the inside, and acquired himself some nice furniture through less then legal means.

He even got a 'Television' which he powered by magic along with some 'videogames' to pass the boring morning hours. While other kids were in school. He also found he had to 'confiscate' more clothing as wearing the same thing every day drew suspicion.

He, at least, was able to keep himself, and his things, clean with magic. He had to rely heavily on his craft, but unfortunately this body was too young and had little stamina. He sighed, taking this form was such a huge mistake. It could not handle his full magical power, so he had to practice often. Which quickly tired his body out.

Even physically, this useless body was about as weak as an average Asgardian child, due to the injuries of his soul at the time from that Hulk monster. He was never very good at creating muscles but this was ridiculous.

At least he was still stronger then a human, but he was far more vulnerable in this form. Even the density of his skin was pitiful. One of these mortal's mere bullets could bruise him. Where other weapons could actually make him bleed.

This was possibly the dumbest thing he had ever done, and in recent years that was an impressive list. He also required a large amount of food just to fuel it.

Where an adult body, of such higher beings, could go hundreds of years without eating a thing (although few Asgardians did that with how gluttonous they were). This had just been such a bad idea.

Loki sighed again stepping out into the street. As he was hungry again. He casually walked down the street, his nimble fingers pulling a wallet from a man's pocket.

He could use a spell for that, but he found using too much magic just made him more tired. So he reserved it for emergencies or stamina building. However he only did the latter when he was safe in his heavily warded box... he should have considered using his powers this time.

Suddenly someone grabbed his hand, but it was not the man he stole from. It was a different man, dressed in a red skintight suit with a bit of yellow, and a seal on his chest of a lightning bolt.

"Ah hell," Loki groaned as the superhero, known as "The Flash", took the wallet out of his hand. Then handed it back to the guy the demigod had robbed.

Loki really had no choice now. He'd been caught. Best case scenario was getting his hand chopped off, if this was anything like Asgard. So he turned his hand to ice, made it freeze until it burned.

The speedster gasp in shock as he let go and Loki instantly teleported away. He couldn't get far as this body couldn't handle the strain, but he could get to the top of the roof and hide. Unfortunately he had mistaken this Flash to be as stupid and oblivious as his brother. Another poor mistake.

The man must have noticed the loud 'pop', and smoke, as he reappeared on the roof. As not a moment later the man was right there.

Loki slammed his palms on the rock, or 'concrete', roof and poored his magic into it. Large spikes of rock jet out of it, to impale the speedster. Yet again he was too fast. He was still getting closer. Loki quickly coated the entire roof in ice, and when the Speedster tripped, the boy jumped off the roof.

Loki used a feather fall spell to slow his descent and used an invisibility spell for obvious reasons. The moment his feet touch the ground, he was running. All the while, forcing himself to maintain his invisibility. He could feel the spell quickly eating away at his magic as he ran. His magic depleting quickly.

He ran all the way back to his box but couldn't actually make it inside. His magic was spent, his body was exhausted. His spell gave out and he collapsed. He tried to crawl to it, but it was too much... all went black.