A/N: BOOM! The final chapter of Part One! *collapses*

Well there you have it folks! Now if you don't mind, I am going to take a breather for about a day or two before plunging into Part II (Yay Thor!).

And thanks again for your amazing reviews guys and are much appreciated! They certainly light my fire (meaning your pain and agony is my fuel bwahahaha)! xD

P.S You can thank she who shall not be named for this chapter/quick update. I hope it's heart wrenching enough for you, and if it is not, you better not tell me so because I have soooo maaaannyy plllaannnss for the future *evil cackle/eye twitch*

Part I

Fear of the Dark

Loki hadn't moved. He stayed where Thanos had left him, his legs drawn up to his chest against the unyielding rock face he had been thrashing against only hours before.

Loki didn't dare blink.

He was afraid. But not of Thanos. Thanos as a friend. His ally. No, not of Thanos.

Loki was afraid of what he would see if he closed his eyes. Because when he closed his eyes, he was looking up at Odin and Thor as he let go. He saw them getting smaller and smaller until they faded away, enveloped in darkness as he fell further away, bringing him to this place.

He saw Frigga running to Thor and Thor embracing her as he looked at him like that. Like it was his mother, as if Loki would hurt her.

He saw the Lady Sif looking at him with such scorn. He saw her and the Warriors three, his friends, riding to the Bifost, betraying him.

He saw Heimdall as he swung his sword to kill him. He saw Odin as he stood there, claiming to love him. Loki could believe he never loved him now. What father would do this to a child he loved?

He saw his hand turning blue and his nails turn black, revealing to him the lie that always was.

Loki hugged his legs closer to his chest as he grew colder.

Once he was real, he was somebody's child and he could feel something once in a while. He was once somebody's friend. But no longer.

He felt so small, lost. Abandoned… And the pain of remembering what they did to him was too much.

Was it his fault that he was the son of Laufey? That Odin had brought the son of his enemy into his home? That he loved Asgard? Loki clenched his fist and thought back to the time when he was king for those brief triumphant moments. In that short time did he not kill Laufey, his real father, the most hated amongst the Asgardians? He was destroying Jotunheim himself, without the cost of Asgardian blood. Was he not doing what Thor would have done, had he been king? Though Thor would have marched thousands of soldiers into Jotunheim in search of glorious battle, because that was how Thor did things. But not Loki. He was saving lives…

"I am better for Asgard than Thor is," Loki said out loud, though there was no one there to hear. "I am the rightful king of Asgard…"

Loki felt the rumble of the ground beneath him as a Leviathan slowly flew by. He turned his head to watch the terrifying creature go by.

Those beasts would be a part of his army. His army.

Loki carefully unwrapped himself and stood to peer over the precipice. From up there, he could see the multitudes of the Chitauri. If he could wield the scepter and retrieve the Tesseract, this would all be his. And he could rule. And why shouldn't he rule? He was a king. A king that was betrayed by his friends and lied to by the ones who were supposed to love him most.

He deserved to rule Midgard.

Loki's lips were pulling into a smile as he realized what he was going to do, what Fate was allowing him to do.

He no longer questioned who he was or how he belonged in this world. He knew exactly who he was and he was going to make this world belong to him.

"The Tesseract has awakened. It is on a little world, a human world. They would wield its power, but our ally knows its workings as they never will. He is ready to lead. And our force, our Chitauri, will follow. The world will be his. The universe yours. And the humans - what can they do but burn?"

"Indeed," Thanos mused. In his hand he held the scepter. Loki was certainly ready to wield it after his last exercise. He was weak, and already broken, therefore easy to mold into the soldier he needed. Thanos had prayed on Loki's want to rule and his need to belong.

"Pathetic," Thanos spat.

"Master?" his subordinate questioned.

"Bring him to me," Thanos ordered, ignoring servant's confusion caused by his outburst. He bowed as he left to go fetch Loki to him.

Soon Loki was before him. When Thanos looked at him, he saw the glint in Loki's eyes and he knew his work had been done. His mad dog, unleashed on the humans. What could they do but burn, indeed.

"Take the scepter, Loki of Asgard and bring to me the Tesseract." Loki took it in his hands without question.

"Do not fail me." Were Thanos' last words before Loki knelt before him and activated the scepter.

End Part I