Hey guys, I would have updated yesterday but it was my birthday. Sorry! Anyway, here is the next chapter. Loki is in this one guys! :D Enjoy!

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I could have been reliving my memories for hours, or just minutes, I had no idea. But when I finally managed to shake myself free of them, the car was rolling to a stop. The agents grabbed me again and hauled me out of the car, the Captain staying close to my side, still holding the end of the lead. Blinking in the sudden light, I squinted up at the building before me.

Only it wasn't a building, or even a tower. It was a freaking skyscraper. It was made entirely of reflective metals, less breakable than glass, and stretched up higher than any of the buildings around it. It was decorated only by a single letter 'A', obviously symbolising the Avengers. There was a landing pad at the top, I could see from the ground, which was probably used for the Iron Man suits. It was beautiful, sleek, modern, and reflected the sun so damn much it made my eyes hurt.

I hated it immediately.

I was led through the ultra-modern-annoying rotating glass doors and into the lobby. As I suspected, everything (even the exotic plant on the low granite table) looked as if it had cost millions of dollars. Captain led me into the elevator, which was surprisingly (or not really the more you think about it) big enough to comfortably fit me, him and the handful of weaponised guards that served as my entourage.

The elevator ride seemed to go on forever. Nobody spoke, or moved, or farted, or anything.

How many floors are there in this place? 100? More?

Just as I was opening my mouth to break the silence, the elevator tinged one more time and the doors smoothly opened. It led us into a large room that looked out onto the city, and looked even more expensive than the lobby. In the room were six people, three of which I had already met (and hated). They had all been arguing before we came in, but the second we stepped out of the elevator they all stopped and stared.

The room fell silent.

I sighed dramatically and rolled my shoulders.

This should be interesting.

The whole group was there. The eyepatch wearing director, the red headed assassin, and the bilgsnipe-faced Thor I had already met. Then there was a blonde-brown haired guy with huge muscles and a bow gripped tightly in his hand, a geeky looking brown haired guy with glasses, and the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist-asshole that was Tony Stark.

They all just stared at me, not moving.

"What?" I asked eventually, "something on my face?"

There was another pause. "Something on your neck, actually." Stark finally said. "Who knew Captain Virginity was one for kinky bondage?"

"Stark." Eyepatch said in a warning tone. Bow and arrow guy was trying unsuccessfully to cover up his snort with a coughing fit. As soon as the red headed assassin glared at him, he shut up.

I let my gaze travel across the room, examining everyone. The only one who withered under my gaze was the geeky doctor, so I made a mental note of that for later. My gaze finally landed on Thor.

I smiled blandly at him. "I can't seem to get rid of you, can I?"

Thor turned to the Director. "Man of Fury, you should not have brought Nyx here. She is a danger to all of you, even without her magic. Surely there is someplace else where you can-"

"This is the safest place." Fury cut him off. "Under the supervision of all of you is the best place for her to be."

I sighed. "I am still here you know." I couldn't resist saying. "You're talking about me as if I'm not."

"Director, we are already supervising one criminal. If we took another one into our care it would be harder to keep track of them both. It's hard enough to keep track of him as it is." Archery dude said, as if I hadn't spoken.

"There's six of you and two of them. I think you can manage that, Agent Barton. Or am I wrong?"

Barton was spared responding by Thor. "Nyx is a lot more dangerous than-" he glanced over at me, "than the other prisoner in our care. It would also not be wise to put them together as they may ally and destroy this world."

Why don't they want me to know who the other prisoner is? It can't be that bad compared to me. I'll also find out eventually so why try to hide it from me?

"Don't be so melodramatic, Point Break." Stark said in response to Thor's grave gaze. "You're a god, he's a hulk" he pointed at the geeky guy, "they're assassins" the red haired woman and bow-wielding guy were indicated with a flourish, "and I'm Tony Stark. It's gonna be hard for them to get past us."

Captain cleared his throat from beside me, clearly agitated. I snickered.

"Oh yeah, and we have him too." Stark added as an afterthought.

Captain America then initiated another argument by asking the simple question of "Where will she be staying?" to which there were many different answers. I tuned out most of it, amusing myself by clicking together the cuffs around my wrists and watching the leads attached to them swing through the air.

I wasn't interested in the Midgardian's petty arguments, I would kill them all no matter where they had me stay. In fact, they were all so absorbed in arguing with each other that they wouldn't even notice if I just left. The guards had all gone, and the Captain was distracted by yelling at Stark. Somewhere down the line the collar had been removed from my neck, though my hands were still bound. Running now would ruin my plans, but knowing that my supervisors were so easily distracted was an added bonus for me.

In fact, they were so absorbed in their argument that they didn't even notice when a man came in through the open doorway and regarded them with scorn.

But I did.

He was tall and slim, but muscular, wearing black leather pants and a green tunic. His hair was long and black, curling more at the ends than I was used to. His inhumanly green -but not as green as mine- eyes scanned over everyone, seeming as agitated and bored with it all as I was. He was paler than usual, his cheekbones more prominent, but he was still roughly the same. What I immediately recognised was his magic signature, still the same as it was all those years ago, strong and powerful, deadly as a snake. I sucked in a sharp breath through my teeth, but stayed silent.

Loki. Loki is on Midgard. His punishment must have been banishment, though he still has his magic. He still thinks I'm dead. After twenty years, he still thinks I'm dead. Shit. Crap. He's going to recognise me and hate me. Dammit. Why did I not run before when I had the chance?

My inner ramblings were cut short when Thor turned away from the Director and saw his brother in the doorway. "Brother!" He boomed, effectively quieting the whole room, "what are you doing in here?" His eyes gave away his panic, he didn't want Loki to recognise me.

"I am not your brother." Loki spat in his general direction. "I was reading, and was interrupted by the amount of noise you are all making. Kindly cease this infernal racket." His icy glare traveled across the room, pinning everyone into place. Finally, his eyes rested on me.

I returned his glare with a glare of my own, keeping the rest of my face carefully blank. I didn't want him to know how I was feeling right now.

Relief at seeing him again, anger at him not looking for me, regret for not being there for him when he found out what he was, and most of all a wariness of how he would react. These emotions ate away at my insides, but I would not let them surface.

I heard Thor suck in a breath as a flicker of uncertainty entered Loki's eyes. He schooled it back immediately, and turned to Thor.

"What sorcery is this?" He all but hissed, a crazed edge entering his voice.

"Brother-"

"There is no sorcery." I decided to butt in. "No glamour, no disguises. What you see is true." My voice gave away my inner sadness, and when his eyes turned back to me there was a hesitant softness in them.

"Nyx." He whispered, then teleported to right in front of me, and hugged me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and crushed his face into my shoulder. I hugged him back immediately, my arms going around his shoulders -he had used magic to get rid of the cuffs- and pulling him closer. I pressed my face into his hair.

"Loki. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whispered into his hair. After all of the years thinking he was dead, then finally finding out he was alive just to realise that he was going to Asgard for punishment that could be the same as mine, I finally had my best friend back. All of the pent up emotions rose up inside me and I held him tighter, refusing to let go. He seemed to have the same idea, as he refused to let me go either. We must have stood there for at least ten minutes before we were interrupted by a derisive cough. We pulled apart and turned on Stark (who had coughed) with matching glares.

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