Of course, Loki escaped Asgard. And he did it rather easily and quickly. He led Thor to believe that he had seen the errors of his ways and that he wanted nothing more than reconciliation and that he was ready to help all the realms.

Soon, his magic binders were gone, but he was still watched by a guard. "Are you afraid of me?" Loki had asked the guard. The guard turned to him, his spear at Loki's throat.

The clone vanished. Loki stood behind the man and slit his throat from ear to ear. Dark, sticky, warm blood poured on the immaculate gold floors. Still, Asgardians were not easy to kill and the guard clung to life, choking as blood poured out of him.

Loki knelt down to where the guard lay, his knife trailed slowly up to the mans chest. Loki kissed him, and whispered "You should be." as he stabbed him again and again for good measure. Loki gathered the wet, slippery organs and prepared to leave, but not without leaving Thor a present first.

After the destruction he caused on New York city and the people he had killed, Loki would have assumed that the humans would have banded against him. All of them surely hated him and probably would have demanded a painful death for the orchestration of the alien invasion.

But, much like homegrown terrorists, there were those that sided with him. Once, he began to become a so called super villain, a familiar face fighting the heroes, and once everyone realized it was him who had killed over eighty people, he began to get fans.

It was much like some serial killers, people were fascinated by Loki, by this living breathing God before them. Especially the women. Soon, death tolls in his fights against any of the Avengers began to rise because women civies were throwing themselves into his line of fire trying to get close. They were attracted to him, like moths to a flame. Every time they got injured or killed, by Loki or even one of the Avengers, they still kept coming.

It was fun.

He wanted more.

"Tony," it was Nick Fury.

"Yeah?"

"We've got a problem." Fury said.

"A big, world destroying problem or a little cat-stuck-in-a-tree problem? Because I really want to go back to sleep."

"It's way worse than that."

"A big problem?"

"You could say that."

"Aw, crap."

Tony Stark got out of bed, which strangely was not being shared by anyone that night. (Pepper was filling in for him on a business trip. Too many super villains kept using NY as their personal playground. He was needed here.)

Director Fury began sending the specs. Something large and green was trampling cars and destroying buildings. A large roar filled the air.

Tony looked at the video in disbelief. "No."

"Unfortunately, it's exactly what it looks like. Hulk is in NY and ripping it apart."

"No. Bruce was working on a kind of sedative. He's on it everyday. This can't be happening."

"It is. And intel's coming of unconfirmed reports that he has so far killed at least 15

people and four of them are children."

"Unconfirmed, right?"

"Do you want to make them confirmed, or are you going to get down there?"

"I'm on my way."

"I've got Cap, Romanoff, Barton and Thor there in 20. Fury out."

Tony headed to his armory. He walked quickly into it, past the designs for a suit that would bond on a molecular level into his cells, making it easier to suit up faster.

The Iron Man armor was booting up when something went horribly wrong. An explosion of light and smoke, Tony was thrown against a wall by the force of it.

He crashed on the floor and gasped, looking up at a man he thought was gone for good.

"Loki."