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: Hey guys, I hope you all are enjoying my story. Sorry for the late post, the weekend was very busy for me. I went to an acting competition and got two superiors, one for playwriting and the other for an ensemble piece. Yay Anyways, here are a couple more chapters for you. Again, if you have an suggestions, comments, compliments, critique, anything, then I would love to hear it. Just to let me know that you guys are actually reading my story Enjoy!

Chapter 13

Clint continued to cut away at Natasha's hair. Some deity above, more than likely Loki, was probably watching this somewhere, laughing. Outside, it was getting dark. Clint, having been in the forest earlier that day, would rather not see what it was like during the night out there. Who knows what could be running around in those freaking woods? "What took you so long to find me anyway?" Natasha asked Clint, wanting to take her mind off of the pain that was a man grabbing her hair to viciously hack at it with kid's scissors.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Clint replied.

"Really? I was somehow thrown into a tower, my hair was grown to almost a thousand feet long, and someone managed to shove me into a pink dress. Trust me, I'll believe you," Natasha remarked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Okay, well…"

Earlier…

Clint woke up laying on something soft. As in really soft. As soft as a cloud. Just plain soft. He opened his eyes and looked around and…shit! As soft as a cloud was just an expression, he didn't expect to actually be laying on clouds! Waking up and seeing them in the sky is one thing, but waking up and being on one is a whole new entity of its own. Clint panicked, not wanting to fall through. But he didn't. Which was strange. Aren't clouds made up of water vapor or something? Shouldn't he be falling to his death? Calming himself down, he looked around to find…where the hell were his bow and arrows? Shit shit shit shit…shit. Clint just knew this had to be Loki's doing somehow, and when he got his hands on the prissy little diva…

Clint looked around and noticed a castle in the distance to his right. A castle. On clouds. Yes, that is something you totally see every day. He looked to his left and saw some sort of huge green thing sprouting…wait. He knew this somewhere. He racked his brains and suddenly remembered the Jack and the Beanstalk stories he knew as a kid. A poor boy who stumbled upon adventure and, later, fortune. At least that's what he thinks. He didn't remember if the giant got…Shit. If this was Jack and the Beanstalk, well, then, there's the beanstalk, over there probably is the giant, and…here's Jack.

Clint hurriedly got up, only to fall onto his knees from what felt like an earthquake. Cloudquake? Looking up, he saw, to his horror, a giant approaching him. "Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead. I'll grind his bones to make my bread," it said with a voice louder than Thor's, and trust me, Thor's voice is pretty loud.

Clint, carefully and quickly, got up again and ran for the beanstalk with the giant on his tail. He looked back to see it coming closer and closer and closer and…When Clint reached it, he, not caring, jumped off the edge of the cloud, hands outreached, towards the vine. He touched a leaf, but couldn't grasp it. Instead…he started to just fall. And fall. And fall. And…oomph! He landed on something hard, but not as hard as the ground would be. And, registering it for a moment, he realized he was still in the air. He looked at the think he was on. He gawked. The thing had the head and wings of an eagle, but, looking down, he saw it had the body of a lion. A griffin. A real life griffin. He was riding on a real life frickin'…griffin. He looked over the creature, expecting to see forest and New York, but only to be greeted with…forest. Where was New York? It was gone! The skyscrapers, the apartment complexes, the bars…gone. And man, did he want a drink now. Clint continued to fly on the thing until he spotted something in the distance. Squinting, he saw it was something tall.

Hoping it was an actual New York building, he tried to find a way to steer the thing. Grasping the feather's on its back, just like how it said in the Harry Potter books for the Hippogriff (he thinks anyway), he pushed forward. Happily, he found he could control the creature and they continued to fly lower as they approached…a tower. A stone tower. He should have known. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the griffin started freaking out. It freaked out so bad that it threw Clint off of it and he tumbled down into the trees. Thank the Lord that the branches broke his fall! Getting up and brushing himself off, he sprinted in the direction of the building.

Present…

"So, yeah, giant, griffin, and now you in a pink dress. I think I've had my fair share for the day," Clint finished.

"Sounds like such the adventure although I wouldn't have expected you to run from the giant," Natasha said, glancing at him.

"I didn't have weapons and I wanted to find you. But, well, if you want, when we get out of here, we could go and find the beanstalk and well…" Clint stuttered slightly.

"Clint, are you honestly asking me on a date to go adventuring in a giant's castle?" Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Umm…" was all Clint could say.

"I'll think about it. Now, shut up and hurry up," she said. Clint did so.

Chapter 14

The queen stood up and strode forward to the three kneeling men before her, a wicked smile appearing. "So, the three of you managed to escape my control. But, no matter, I have you now, and that's all that matters, isn't it," she said in the most lovely voice Tony could have heard…besides Pepper's. Of course he wasn't forgetting Pepper. That would be…Oh…oh! She was touching his face, she was touching his face!

The queen had grabbed Tony's chin and forced him to look up. She made him turn his face from side to side as she observed. "Yes, that's what I thought. A man making up for the error of his ways by trying to be a hero even though, deep down inside, you know you can never do so," she said with a malicious smile, letting go of Tony. She then addressed Bruce.

"And you! The man who wants to be good, who tries to be good, but can't always force the monster down. He's killed many; so therefore, you think you killed many. I agree with this," she said, turning towards Steve, "and finally, there's the young man that will fight's for the cause without even knowing what the cause is. Yes…yes, yes, yes…" She then turned away from them, her back facing them. "I've made my decision. Steve Rogers," she turned back to him to find him with his eyes wide. How did she know his name? "You shall now be part of my army," she said with a gleeful smile. Before he could object, the queen pressed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. He felt an overwhelming sensation of heat coursing throughout his body. His vision started to blur and…

Tony and Bruce watched in horror at the display before them. Steve was suddenly enveloped in a sort of red glow, his eyes cross eyed. This was definitely not like Loki's magic. No, it was something more powerful, something that felt…ancient. When the glow subsided, the queen snapped and, just like that, he was unchained. Steve stared up at her for a minute before bowing his head. "Go prepare for tonight," she commanded. Steve then got up, bowed, and left without even glancing at his two friends. Yep, they were screwed. Most definitely they were screwed.

"Let me see," she said, turning to Bruce, "You are a beast at heart, so it is only fitting for you to be in a beast's place." The queen grinned and placed her hand on Bruce the same way as Steve. Bruce struggled to get away from her, but to soon he was surrounded with the same red glow. When he too was finished, with a wave of her hand, Bruce disappeared to who knows where.

"Now, question is, what to do with you, Tony Stark?" she said. Great, now it was Tony's turn.

"I'd rather not have that done to me, thank you very much. You see, I'm kind of tired of magic and all, I mean, one villain with magic powers is enough and all. Do you know him? Loki, tall dark and handsome? Wanted to take over the world you know," he babbled, trying to by himself time. The queen then threw her head up and laughed.

"You talk of the trickster, do you not?" she said with a smirk, "Yes, I've already had the pleasure of meeting."

"Wow, really? That's great! One villain took down another!" Tony continued.

"I am not done with him yet. After all, I made him a promise, and he shall receive as long as he does what I want," she said proudly.

"Which is?" Tony asked, hoping to keep her talking.

"That, my dear man, shall not be revealed until later. Now, let us see…Ah yes, ever heard of the Pied Piper?"

Chapter 15

"Snow White? You mean like the Disney movie I watched," Thor asked, astonished.

"Yes, I am the original. And I have to say, out of all the remakes of my story, I prefer the Disney version. Much lighter," Snow said with a small smile.

"The original, you say? Are there other originals?" Thor asked, curious now.

"Yes, there are. The dwarves are also the originals. Actually, they are setting out to find the others. Hopefully, not all of them have fallen under her clutches," Snow replied with a sigh.

"Her? Who is her?" asked Thor, suddenly anxious and looking towards the other room, "Is she the same who did this to my brother? Will he be alright?"

"Again, I'll explain to-" Snow started to say, but was interrupted by Thor, who was starting to raise his voice.

"No, I want you to tell me everything now," Thor almost yelled. Snow shushed him.

"Keep your voice down, your brother is sleeping," she said. Thor looked down and sighed.

"Please, I just need to know, will Loki be okay? Will he recover from this?" Thor asked with a sigh. Snow thought about it, then decided to give in.

"He shall. Do not worry, her spell is never permanent, no matter how important the person his to her," she said quietly. She then sat down in one of the chair by the table. Thor took another chair near her.

"Please, tell me, who is this woman and what has she done?" Thor begged. He needed an answer!

"It started a long time ago. Are you familiar with the Dark Ages?" she asked. Thor shook his head.

"Good, then it will be easier to tell you. You see, the information taught to people about this time period is all a lie. A sorceress by the name of Elsa Wild took over the entirety of Earth, consuming it with her powers. We know naught of where she came from, but we know of her intentions. She believed in a world where everyone has their place, where people are given their status. While you have some that were princesses, you had others who were paupers. It was an unfair world. But, the worse, was the effects," she said, now glancing towards the other room, "When a story is finished, all the people in it are erased of their minds and forced to the very beginning of it again."

"So, she erased Loki's memories? But why? How did you know of him?" Thor asked urgently, looking into the so young yet so old face.

"I shall explain that tomorrow. I forgot how dark it could get in here. Give me a moment," she said, quickly changing the subject. Thor wanted to protest, but he realized that Snow had given him more information for the night then what she had intended to. Thor then also noticed how dark it was in the room, almost pitch black except for the cracks of the stove that emitted a slight orange light. Snow got up and moved towards the direction of the wooden oven. She opened it, allowing the entire orange glow to encase the room with light.

"Go and rest. I shall keep watch," Snow told Thor.

"How come?" he asked.

"At this hour, the queen's knights, as well as the vines, come out to capture anyone not within a story," she told him, sitting back down in a chair.

"No, allow me. You should rest," Thor insisted.

"Nonsense. You've had a long day. Mine only started. Go and rest," she told him. Thor, with a shrug, went into the other room, some light escaping into it. He looked over at Loki, who now lay curled up on his side, facing towards the second bed, in which Thor laid himself in. He watched Loki sleep for a few minutes before closing his eyes.

"I really am Loki, aren't I?" a quiet voice asked, causing Thor to open his eyes once more.

"Yes. You are Loki," Thor said just as quiet, looking into the now opened unnatural green eyes.

"Who are you to me?" Loki asked, his voice tired.

"I am your brother, Thor," he answered.

"Thor," Loki said, echoing the name. He closed his eyes then. After a few moments, Thor thought Loki had fallen asleep again until he heard his little brother's voice waft towards him.

"I still don't remember you or myself for that matter, but thank you for everything," he whispered. Thor smiled.

"Good night little brother," Thor told him.

"Good night big brother," Loki responded. This made Thor smile.