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Before the invasion Loki would dream and wait as a silent predator. However, Loki's dreams had transformed into nightmares, somewhere along the way, and they had been that way for a long time now.

They were not nightmares of the invasion failing or anything of the sort. Even afterwards, in his cell, gagged and restrained with his magic done, his nightmares were not of the failure of his Midgard domination, but of things he dreamed while he still believed himself a son of Odin.

But, the true nightmares had come into fruition in the vastness of space. His anger and burning resentment rekindled by the Chitauri's torture and his increasing insanity and the mounting intensity of each nightmare was driven to a cacophony on Midgard.

Now, it was all over, his madness was ebbing, his nightmares almost fading, like the calm after a storm. It was such a fierce wrath that had burnt inside him, and it still lingered, but now it was just dying embers instead of a forest fire. They were capable of being stoked again to finally burn Thor and everything precious he holds dear.

It was true that he had chosen this life and through the practice of a simple act of choice he had to deal with the many repercussions that naturally came with trying to take over a world and trying to destroy a major city. His increased riddles and lies were just seen as a natural consequence of his new career choice and his new path was now carved out in the blood and bones of the mortals he had killed.

For the God of Mischief and Deceit had nothing to fear any longer, he had no fear of the coming of Raganarok, now he would gladly follow the path that fate had laid out for him. Loki would destroy Asgard in a final end game War.

It was no longer his home, it no longer held any emotional attachment, he was too far gone to care anymore. He had always been bound, bound to Asgard by Odin, bound by a sense of loyalty, by love. It was horribly, painfully, hilariously, evident that all of it was lies, that not even Loki, the one who was constantly accused of lying saw through.

All his life, all his work, and all he did signified nothing. Absolutely nothing. Loki was trapped as a game animal in a snare. He was forced down a path of oblivion.

It was nothing less than a cruel deceit that was perpetrated on him by the Allfather, and what did Odin suffer from thousands of years of hiding that dirty little secret? He merely went into Odinsleep, and let Loki fall. What justice is there?

To prove himself Loki had tried (He had tried and tried..) to be like Thor. To be the better sibling. He would be the one who lead others and the one whom everyone loved.

His mind was constantly overloaded with sharp pain and shrill screams. He could hardly sleep. He had just wanted it all to end, why hadn't it? (Let me go, let me die, it's what you want, isn't it? Isn't it father? Isn't it brother? I am finally dead and gone, the accursed heritage of Laufey is gone. His blood line gone. I will kill myself rather than bring any shame or disgrace upon the house of Odin. NOW, Hate Me, Brother, for I HATE YOU. I have for so long, living in your shadow.)

Loki was falling drowning in darkness. The weight was pushing down on him, dragging him under into the sweet embrace of death. The stars, he realized, were so much brighter than before. It was no more suffering no more pain. He'd be forever free….Then, he awoke, coughing and choking, for he had not been killed by the mortals, and he checked, yes, still alive, a pity, what a shame.

For only fools would think that they could keep him chained and silenced. Only fools would believe that sending him to Asgard with Thor would end all their troubles.

He would be back, and he recalled a conversation he had with the one known as Hawkeye while the man was under his control.

"Why is suicide so hard? Why, Thor used to joke about my death all the time, whenever Lady Sif would best me in a bout, he would say 'you might as well kill yourself if you can't improve.'" Loki had mused out loud.

Hawkeye had been close enough to hear and wondered if the morbid statement required a comment.

Still, he was here to follow Loki's orders and decided he should at least talk to him.

So, Agent Barton looked at his boss with concern with empathy, and thought over his words. "I understand sir, if you really want to kill yourself, if that's what you really want, no one's stopping you."

Loki had just smiled pleasantly, "Well, that's the problem, I can't die now. No matter how much I want to."

That was the problem, he could'nt be selfish anymore. There was revenge that he had to serve to the worlds that had wronged him.

It was funny, Tony Stark mused, how daddy issues, years of resntment and neglect, and a meglomaniac attitude could turn into the bag of cats that Loki was. Though, the body count was anything but funny. He wasn't real concerned, but still, he wondered what Loki's sentence would be on Asgard. He had this horrible feeling, that in no time at all, Loki would be back and deadlier than before. That would suck. But, there was nothing to be done about it. Except, upgrade his armor and maybe not get drunk all the time. Maybe.

Still, as he watched Thor take Loki back to Asgard and even though he seemed defeated and submissive. There was definetely a 'I'll be back, bitches' look in his eyes, that faded quickly as he took the Tesseract.

Loki would always be a problem, sure, but at least he was out of their hair for the moment.