Avengers, Loki, and the Wild

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Marvel characters; however, the character, Elsa Wild, is indeed mine. The character, as well as the story, is inspired by a book I read called Into The Wild one year in middle school.

Author's Note: Hi guys! I'm really sorry for the weird formatting, but this is the first time I've ever published one of my fanfictions online, so please bear with me! Because I already started the format the way it is, I will most likely continue on with it. I would also love it if you guys leave reviews. I am open to any suggestions and comments! Thanks guys :D :D :D

Chapter 9

Thor and Loki walked for what seemed like hours to him. This baffled Thor. This forest had grown in a section of New York City, so one would think that the buildings would have remained. But, apparently, this wasn't your usual plant growth, because all of the buildings were gone. Instead, ahead of them were a vast number of trees. Trees here, trees there, trees everywhere! What in the Nine Realms was going on? Thor hoped that Loki's memory would recover sooner than later. Finally, through the trees, Thor could make out a small wooden house. Shelter! Thank the Norns! Thor didn't know how much longer he and his brother, or well, what's left of his brother can take. They were both tired, and it was getting increasingly dark.

Thor, who was still reluctantly supporting Loki, approached the little cabin with some caution. It was a very simple house with one window in the front and a wooden door. Thor hesitantly knocked on the door, not knowing who would be inside. For all he knew, the enemy could reside in it. Then, the door cracked open ever so slightly. At first, Thor couldn't see a face. But, when he looked down, he was greeted with a pudgy face with a white beard and squinted eyes. The being wore a patched little red hat on top. For Thor, it brought to mind the little men from the Disney movie he was watching earlier. The face looked up at him grumpily. "What do ye wan'? Can't ye see it's almost nigh'," it asked.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but we need a place to stay," Thor said a bit pleadingly, keeping his arm around his little brother to keep him up. The being looked from Thor to Loki, then back to Thor.

"Tell ye what. How 'bout I take 'im off yer 'ands," he said, nodding towards Loki.

"And what about I?" asked Thor, frowning and tightening his grasp on Loki.

"What 'bout ye?" the little man asked spitefully.

"Isn't there lodging for the both of us?" Thor said, suddenly becoming very conscious of the situation.

"No, I…" the man started to say, only to be interrupted by a female voice from behind.

"Well you stop it already! Just let them both in! I'm sure we can make use for the other," the soft voice said. The little man reluctantly opened the door all the way, stepping aside to make them room. Thor, still holding Loki protectively, entered.

Chapter 10

Clint couldn't believe he was doing this. He really couldn't believe he was doing this. It was stupid and insane, yet here he was, climbing up the tower using Natasha's hair as a rope. He swore if anyone witnessed this, he would die from embarrassment in an instant. Clint quietly prayed to himself that Natasha was doing alright with this. He couldn't imagine what it was like for someone to be climbing up his hair. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of such excruciating pain, probably the pain of someone pulling you're hair, except 10 times the pain. This is why, ladies and gentlemen, boys are smart with their short hair.

When Clint finally got to the top, Natasha helped drag his body into the tower. Clint had to suppress a snicker when he saw the bad ass Black Widow in the most ridiculous pink dress he'd ever seen. It was a dark pink ball gown with light pink bows all over the skirt of the dress. At the waist was another light pink ribbon, but it had sparkles and tied into a larger bow. Meanwhile, he wasn't even going to think about the hot pink high heel shoes or the super long hair with a bow tied at the end of it.

If looks could kill, Clint would have been dead with the looks Natasha was giving him. "Are you just going to stand there and gawk, or are you going to help," Natasha asked in her most venomous voice. Clint just grinned at her and started to search the room for something sharp. The room alone made him want to vomit. It was sickeningly girl just like the dress. The dress was humorous. The room was just God dead ugly! It looked like someone gathered a bunch of 5-year-old girls and had them decorated the entire place. If that were the case, well, the girls definitely had a field day.

Everywhere he looked, there was pink. Pink walls, pink bead spread, even a pink wardrobe. Why the hell would you want a pink wardrobe? Clint went to what looked like one of those thinks you would sit in to put make up on. He searched the top and the drawers until he found what he was looking for. Scissors.

"You know you could've just done this yourself," Clint pointed out, holding up the scissors.

"Oh really? Take a good look at them," Natasha said with a raised eyebrow. Clint looked at the scissors closely and realized they were those really cheap and dull scissors that you did not want to get stuck with in pre-K because they couldn't even cut paper. Then he looked at Natasha's thick and really really really long hair. Shit.

Chapter 11

Tony, Steve, and Bruce (all with their hands chained behind their backs) were forced in a straight line to walk in the middle of five knights, with Fury taking the lead.

"Um…Fury? Sir? Oh great Cyclops of Shield? Umm…what are you doing?" Tony whispered to him. Fury gave him a glance from the side with his one good eye.

"I have no clue what you are talking about, but you are her royal highness's prisoner, so I suggest you remain silent, or I will take the liberty of punishing you without her knowing," he snapped.

"But sir," the knight on Tony's right objected, "The Fair Queen can see everything and everyone. She would-"

"Shush, do you want to take a beating," the knight behind that one hissed. Tony, Steve, and Bruce honestly did not know what to make of their situation whatsoever. So, instead, they just continued to walk on. They climbed up the stairs at the end of the stone walled hall to see a corridor made up of what seemed like gold, the walls lined with tapestries holding the weird emblem Tony had seen earlier. They were forced down that corridor. Then down another corridor. And another. And another. And another. Each one looking just the same as the other. Seriously, how many corridors were in this place? Tony knew he didn't want to think about it.

Finally, they entered a very large room, which, instead of gold, was made entirely out of crystal. Even the throne before them was crystal. And in the throne was probably, most definitely, besides Pepper of course, the hottest chick Tony had ever seen in his life. Man, if he could only hit that! But, now wasn't the time to think about such thoughts. The woman, queen, whatever she was, sat there. As they approached her, Steve and Bruce both had to admit to themselves that the woman was gorgeous. She was definitely not the type of woman any of them have seen before. She was…unnaturally beautiful. As soon as they were a couple of feet away, the three heroes were shoved hard into the ground by the knights.

Chapter 12

The inside of the house was very small and cramped. In the far left corner was a lone wooden stove which gave off heat throughout the entire room. Right next to it, on the right, was an entryway to what, from here, seemed like another very small room. In the almost center was a wooden table, surrounded by tons and tons of chairs. Besides the one little man that let them in, there were 6 others sitting at the table. All of them wore identical clothes, except each had different characteristics. And hats. Each had different colored hats. The female voice, meanwhile, belonged to a beautiful young woman with black hair and pale skin. She wore a long gown made out of some brown fabric. She looked up at them from the place she sat and smiled.

"We were only expecting only Loki; however, I think we can manage room for another," she said wistfully, getting up and walking over to them. Carefully, the woman gingerly tugged at Loki, who looked like he was about to collapse from exhaustion, until she was able to guide him into the back room. Thor, quickly, followed the woman and his brother, doing his best to avoid the many spare chairs. The assumption of the other room was correct. It was extremely small. On the right side, lined right up against each other, were beds big enough for a…what did that movie call them? Dwarves? A dwarf. Meanwhile, on the left side of the room, were two beds long enough for a normal human being. Thor watched as the woman made Loki lie down and tucked him in. Loki was out like a light.

Straightening up, the woman turned her attention to Thor. "Seeing as you are not as exhausted like him, could you please help me with something?" the woman asked him. Thor nodded, being to kind to decline. The woman led him back into the previous room and directed him to the table. On it were wooden boards, nails, and a hammer. "I need to you board up the window. As soon as the dwarves leave, I'll also need you to board up the door," she told him. Thor nodded again, his head starting to swim with questions. He then started his work, making sure to be as quiet as possible as to not wake up his little brother.

Meanwhile, the woman bustled about the house a bit, getting this and that, packing small bags that were patched together. Soon enough, she was rushing the small men out of the house, waving after them, telling them to be careful. "Where are they going?" Thor asked her with a hushed voice. Again, he would hate to wake his little brother.

"I'll explain tomorrow," she said, waving a dismissive hand.

"Why am I boarding up the window and door?" Thor continued to ask.

"Because it's dangerous," the woman replied sincerely.

"Dangerous," Thor echoed. He thought about that for a moment. His brother, although without memory currently, did say that the forest was dangerous during night. He didn't have memories, but he still knew that. It was like some sort of fear that everyone but him knew. Thor wondered about this, and continued his job, until he reached out for another board to find none. He looked up at the door to see it was boarded shut. Finished, he got up and looked over to the woman to find her staring at him. They stared at each other.

"My name is Snow by the way," she said, "Snow White."

Another Author's Note: I'm sorry that this section of the story is shorter than the first, but I promise there is more to come! :D