My heart is breaking… First Tobi's identity on Naruto and now this! I wish I hadn't read chapter 643 of Journey into Mystery. I feel betrayed. I can only hope for a damn good explanation and have a little faith since there is an image of Kid Loki along with Wiccan and the new Miss America in the Marvel NOW.

Anyway… let's hope for the best. Here's the chapter!

Mischief and Chaos

"I can't believe we're doing this" Jane grumbled.

"You were the one you accepted Stark's offer" Darcy said with an angry frown.

"I accepted because I wanted to see the Relic!" Jane cried out. "I never said I wanted to steal it!"

After months trying to trace where the portal had been opened, Jane reached the heartbreaking conclusion that not only they wouldn't be able to know the exact location but also that it wasn't related to Asgard at all.

Shortly after their discoveries, they received a visit from SHIELD agents and Tony Stark. They were told about the Norse Relic that had been found on Sweden and how they believed that the stone hadn't been written by humans, but by asgardians since the symbols were a perfect match to the language written on Thor's hammer.

Obviously, Jane had felt a jolt of joy and curiosity and accepted to help them study the stone. The problem was that, by the time they had scheduled a meeting with one of the Louvre's curator and several other experts in Paris, they received a call from Stark telling them that the meeting was just a ruse to get them to find out where the Relic had been stored so they could steal it, using a bunch of Stark's gadgets that came through the mail and helped by the infamous Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow.

Since they were working for SHEILD off the records, no one would be able to link the Relic's disappearance with them and Natasha was too good to get noticed or caught. At least that was the plan…

"This is the stupidest plan I've ever heard!" Darcy exclaimed, staring at Natasha, who was sitting by the hotel's widow.

"I agree!" Jane said. "We don't know anything about stealing! We are scientists, not burglars or spies! Why couldn't one of your people do this?"

"Because once they realize the Relic was stolen, the French government and the Interpol will check the background of every person who was interested in the stone" Natasha explained, completely unfazed. "Even if we created a fake scientist background, they would crack it eventually and suspect SHIELD. You have to do it; besides… don't tell me you're not interested on the Relic, Dr. Foster?"

As much as Jane hated to admit, the spy woman was totally right. The Relic could be the answer into learning how to connect Asgard to Earth and her chance to see Thor. It had been four years since they had been together, she missed him.

"Alright, Miss Romanoff. We'll get the Relic" Jane finally muttered, ignoring Darcy's angry squeals. "But you better make sure we don't get caught!"

Serrure grabbed his backpack harder as the subway stopped again, his green eyes looking for suspicious people. More precisely, members of Les Barbares with knives and guns ready to wipe him out right there.

When the doors closed, the boy sighed with relief and pulled his hood. He needed to think of a new plan to survive, staying at the Louvre wasn't far enough. He needed to leave Paris; maybe even France, only then he would feel safe. The problem was that leaving the country was too difficult because he was a kid. He couldn't even catch a plane without the permission of an adult guardian.

"Eloi! Give me back my phone!"

Serrure looked to his right and saw a little boy playing with a cell phone while a teenage boy tried to take it. Their resemblance made it quite clear that they were brothers and the man sitting near them was definitely their father.

"I just want to play a little" the younger brother whined. "You never let me play, Jacques."

"That's because you're a brat!"

"Boys, stop it and sit down!" the father said, looking embarrassed by the racket his two children were making. "Give the phone back, Eloi. It's Jacques's phone."

"But he doesn't really want it. He said he wants a new one" Eloi cried out, close to tears.

"I want a new one, but I don't let you play with this one!"

"Why?"

"That's enough you two!" the father pulled the cell phone from Eloi's hands and gave it to Jacques. "Eloi, you can't take your brother's things and Jacques, you're not getting a new phone."

"But Papa!" Jacques moaned. "All my friends have the new one!"

"As long as that one works, I won't give you another phone!"

Jacques pouted and sulked for the rest of the journey, grumbling about how his friends' cell phones looked so much cooler than his. Eloi asked his older brother if he wanted to play with him at home, but Jacques immediately answered that he was going to meet up with his friends and didn't want his annoying kid brother to tag along.

For some reason, Serrure couldn't take his eyes from that family, glaring at Jacques. The guy was a total jerk! If he didn't want the damn phone, then why couldn't his little brother play with it? And why couldn't he take Eloi with him? He wasn't annoying! He visibly adored his older brother and the dickhead kept pushing him aside!

"He cares more about some stupid friends than his own brother!" Serrure thought bitterly, clenching his fists with both anger and a strange feeling of grief. "If it was me, I'd break his accursed cell phone right in front of him. I would destroy all he cared about until he knew how it felt to have nothing. I would teach him not to ignore me! I would…" the boy's eyes widened as tears rolled down his cheeks. He grabbed his green shirt tight over his aching chest. "What… was I thinking?"

Before someone saw him crying, Serrure cleaned his tears with the back of his sleeve and breathed deeply until he felt his heartbeat slowdown. He had no idea why he had felt so upset because of the two brothers. It was as though his head was filled with anger and resentment towards someone, but he couldn't remember who it was, just making him feel confused and empty.

Were these his memories? Or his feelings? If so… what kind of person was he? What happened?

The mechanical voiced announced his stop, so Serrure grabbed his backpack and stood up. He noticed a lot of other people doing the same, including the two brothers and their father. The raven boy moved swiftly behind the two boys, listening to Jacques constant whining about the lousy trip and his brother. The moment the subway stopped and the doors opened, he didn't notice Serrure reaching for his pocket and taking his cell phone.

"I guess you'll be getting your new phone after all, but not before I have some fun with it!" the raven thought, grinning as he disappeared into the crowd.

Hours later, Serrure had bought a bunch of cakes and soda and sat at the bench of the park next to the Louvre. While he ate, he searched over Jacques' phone records and found pretty nasty SMS about several of his classmates, girls and friends. The guy was an arrogant, petty bully! He deserved to be punished.

Using the internet, Serrure gained access to Jacques' Facebook account and posted all the malicious comments he found before logging out. That would make his "friends" realize his real nature. If not, well… at least he was going to have a lot of work trying to prove that he didn't post the comments.

The phone itself was pretty awesome. It had all the coolest games and applications and also a solar battery, which meant he didn't need to recharge it as long as it was under the sun. It was the most expensive thing Serrure had ever had and he was planning on enjoying it.

Deep, deep down, the boy knew that what he had done was wrong but he didn't think too much about it. People like Jacques were used to have everything they wanted in a silver platter. Worse of it, people seemed to be unable to see their faults and worshiped them like they were important.

Fine, Serrure knew he was no angel but he didn't plan to be one either. Those who were kind were the ones who suffered the most because everybody else took advantage from them and discarded them when they were of no further use. Serrure wasn't stupid! The only person he could count on was himself.

"I'm fine all by myself. I don't need anybody" the boy thought, tossing the dirty bag and the empty can to the trash.

The boy wandered around for a good while and finally started to relax as there were no signs of the gang members around. It was time to think about his next move, but first he needed to find a good place to sleep, it was getting dark.

By the time Jane passed by the tenth knock-out guard, she knew she was crazy. Even though the Black Widow had lured all the guards away, de-activated the security system and told them exactly where the Relic was, she couldn't believe that they were actually stealing it.

The stone was small enough to hide it in a bag and all they had to do was use one of Stark invention's to open the safe were it was stored and take it. Now they needed to run back to their privet jet as fast as possible a go back to the States. Natasha would meet them there.

"Darcy! Stop breathing so loud!" Jane whispered anxiously as they left the building into the dark street.

"I have the right to breath loud! We're stealing from Louvre, for Christ's sake!" Darcy moaned. "When I accepted to work for you, I didn't think I could go to jail!"

"Would you stop whining? It wasn't my idea to steal the Norse Relic. If you want to blame someone, blame SHIELD! They were the ones who got us into this mess!"

The two women started running to the street, where their car was already waiting to take them to the airport. Jane could almost see their bored driver when a boy suddenly appeared in their way, forcing them to stop. In horror, Jane realized that he had been sitting under a statue with a perfect view to their exit.

"Ah…" Jane gasped, terrified by the fact that they had been seem despite all the precautions. One glance at Darcy told her that her colleague was thinking the same thing.

The boy didn't say anything. He was just staring at them with his piercing green eyes, his black hair blowing with the wind.

"Let me do the talking, Jane" Darcy said. "It's just a kid. We'll give him money and he'll scram. He probably didn't know what we were doing anyway."

The boy blinked at her statement, but kept looking at them. Darcy faced him with the biggest smile she had and tried to think of the right words in French, but she was so nervous that her mind went blank.

"Bonjour ... petit enfant. Nous nice dames!" Darcy said while the boy frowned at each word. "Nous voulons ... te donner money... être bon garcon."

"Wow! It's true what they say. You Americans really butcher the French language" the boy said in perfect English, a mischievous sneer in his lips. "That and stealing a stone from the Louvre when the government told you that you couldn't? You guys must be pretty rude at SHIELD."

The two women went pale. What the heck was with this kid?

"We… we didn't steal anything" Jane said. "We're scientists, not burglars. And we do not work for SHIELD."

The kid's smile grew even wider. "Oh, really? Then how come you said this?" he took a phone from his pocket and played a recording of them leaving the Louvre.

"Would you stop whining? It wasn't my idea to steal the Norse Relic. If you want to blame someone, blame SHIELD! They were the ones who got us into this mess!"

Jane gaped as she heard her own voice on the phone. The boy had heard and filmed everything they said. All their hard work was ruined.

"I wonder what the police is going to say when I show them this. I bet they would give a reward" Serrure said happily. "Better yet! I could sell this video to a TV station and get rich!"

"NO!" Jane cried out. "I mean… there's no need for you to do that. We're not stealing the stone, just borrowing it. We'll give it back."

"Without their permission?" the boy teased, obviously amused. "C'mon, miss. I may be a child but I'm not stupid. You're stealing!"

"SHIELD saved the world, you know" Darcy intervened. "If it weren't for them and the Avengers, you wouldn't even be here!"

Serrure frowned. He had heard about the alien attack four years ago and seen the Avenger's footage on the TV, though they never really meant much to him. He had no memories of his life during the attack.

"The Avengers could have saved the world, but they're not here to save me from starving. Nowadays, you have to do anything to survive" Serrure said, watching the women's faces pale even more. Phase 1 completed, it was time to initiate Phase 2 of his plan. "However… I guess I could make you a deal…"

Jane frowned. "A deal?"

"Yeah! You know… I'll keep your secret and you'll do something for me in return. It's quite simple."

Jane and Darcy exchanged looks. They had no idea what this little punk could want from them, but they really didn't have much of a choice.

"Fine" Jane said. "What do you want?"

Serrure stared at them in the eyes. "Take me with you."

"What?" Darcy asked.

"Take me with you" the raved repeated, his face becoming dead serious. "You're going back to the US, right? So I want you to take me with you."

"What about your parents?" Jane asked. "You can't just leave them. They'll be worried sick!"

The boy's eyes seemed to harden. "I don't have any parents. I'm an orphan. There's no one to be worried about me."

Jane's expression softened. "Oh… I'm so sorry…"

"Forget that! Do we have a deal or what?"

Jane looked at Darcy who seemed as nervous as she was. They couldn't just take a kid out of his country.

"Listen…" Jane whispered, noticing that the boy's eyes had widened immensely. Following his gaze, the two women looked behind them, only to see several armored men appearing from the shadows, each one holding a strange riffle in their direction.

"Friends of yours?" Serrure asked, feeling a chill up his spine.

"Not that I know of…" Jane muttered, slowly backing away.

"Jane? Who are them?" Darcy asked, her legs trembling at the sight of the riffles. "Are they from SHIELD?"

"I don't think so" the older woman answered.

One of the men walked towards them. "Give us the Relic. Any attempt to fight back will be useless."

"Fight? We don't want to fight! Right, Jane?" Darcy mumbled.

"Who are you?" Jane asked.

"We serve the one who shall rule" the man said, his voice sounding weird under his helmet. "We are the warriors of the rightful king of this Earth. Surrender in the name of Loki!"

Darcy gasped and grabbed Jane's arm, while Serrure looked in both awe and fear at the strange men.

"Loki?" Jane said, her eyes wide with fear. "How is it…?"

A shotgun made the three cringe as the warrior fell on the ground, dead. Jane looked at their car and saw that the driver had a smoking gun in his hand.

"Come inside! Let's go!" the men yelled.

Without thinking, Jane grabbed both Darcy and the boy and pulled them to the car, under the heavy fire. The moment they fell on the backseat and closed the door, their driver sped up through the empty street as the warriors continued to shot at their car, breaking the glass of the back.

Darcy screamed and Jane lay down on car seat, still holding her friend and boy. When she tried to peek outside, Serrure instinctively pushed her down a second before they started shooting again.

The driver urged them to stay down as he raced through the city. It seemed like an eternity until they finally reached the airport and the car stopped right in front of the jet. With their driver yelling at them to hurry, the three ran from the car and climbed the stairs to the waiting jet.

A few seconds later, they were finally flying. Jane sat on one of the chairs, panting and grabbing her chest, while Darcy walked back and forth whispering "Oh my God!" over and over. Serrure was glancing at the window, his heart still racing and thinking about the mysterious men. What the hell had he gotten into?

"Dr. Foster, we have contacted Agent Romanoff" the driver said, coming from the cockpit. "She'll be waiting for us in New York before we head out to New Mexico."

"Alright… Okay…" Jane muttered.

The man looked at Serrure and frowned. "I wasn't aware that we were taking a kid."

"Ah? Oh!" Jane gasped, as if she finally had noticed that the boy had come with them. "It's alright! He's my… ah… my boyfriend's brother. I promised to give him a ride. Right?"

Serrure looked at Jane and the suspicious agent.

"That's right!" the boy answered right away.

"I'll have to report this" the man said. "Please get some rest."

The moment the agent left, Jane sighed and buried her head in her hands. Serrure walked again to the window and saw the city he had called home grow smaller and smaller. He had seen an opportunity to leave the country when he saw the two north American women leave the Louvre, but he couldn't have guessed that they were from SHIELD or that a bunch of warriors were going to try to kill them all over that stupid stone. What were they? Aliens? And why were they doing this? Who was the king they were talking about?

"Hey! Hmm… Jane?" Serrure asked, remembering the other woman calling her by that name.

"What?" Jane answered, rubbing her forehead.

"Who's Loki?"

Here it is when the plot starts to get confusing and deviating from the comics. I hope you liked the twist!

Loki isn't a goodie-goodie. He's manipulative and a liar. He's very far from virtuous, but still he's my favorite character from Marvel. A character doesn't need to be perfect or a hero for someone to like them.

Well… see you next time!