A/N: Thanks to my reviewers, Tormarkham, Earial13, Currahee506, and DragonGirl223, I'm glad you like it! DragonGirl223, thank you for your insightful review, it's very helpful! Thank you to all of the followers as well, you are awesome. So, this chapter also has a bit of violence in it, but if you've actually seen the Avengers movie then it's nothing you haven't seen already. Soooo... on with the story and the father/daughter craziness!

Susan was eating a meal in her room when she heard an explosion. Dropping her food she rushed to the hallway and looked around. People running past her were explaining to one another that an engine was down by one of Loki's men as well as the lab all of the Avengers had been in. The teenager ran as fast as she could to the stairs she knew would take her to the detention level. It wasn't that she was particularly eager to see Loki again, it was that she worried if she didn't get there in time he would see it as her not coming and then kill her mother.

Clearly this was the commotion that he'd been talking about, it was a mess caused by Loki and one that would help him escape. Susan wasn't sure what part she played in all of this, perhaps he wanted a hostage in case they ran into trouble. Then he could just threaten his way out of danger or kill her. She knew that her being dead would solve a few problems for everyone as there would no longer be a fifteen year old burden running around in this dangerous operation.

After a few turns and staircases she arrived at the door to the room Loki was held in. She worried that she would not be able to open the door because it needed a code, but to her surprise the door swung open. Stepping inside she looked around and spotted her father standing just outside the cage. He spotted her and gave her a withering look and she cringed.

"You came," He noted, "I feared you would attempt some sort of heroics and get caught in the crossfire."

Susan climbed the stairs and stood a few feet apart from him. "What do you want me here for?"

"You will be coming with me when I leave."

"So I'm your hostage?"

"Nothing so dramatic, you will just be coming with me because I cannot risk you being captured by SHIELD or, should they not find the solution to the falling helicarrier, going down with the ship."

"You aren't going to kill me?" Susan asked, slightly shocked.

"That would serve no purpose except to distract me from my task as I would be mourning you. Did Agent Romanoff tell you that I would kill you?"

"No, I just kind of assumed," Susan shrugged awkwardly, "You can't blame me for letting the thought cross my mind, not after everything I've seen you do so far."

Loki smirked and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, drawing Susan uncomfortably close to him. "Harming you would cause my own misery, Sigrid, therefore it is an illogical thing to do. Besides, a king needs an heir."

Susan swallowed nervously. "Oh." She squirmed a little under his arm, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Now, I do have a few loose ends to tie up, so if you would be so kind as to stand…" He positioned her in a corner, "Right here."

"Why?"

"You'll see in a moment, but for the time being do not make a noise until I say you can come out," He grinned, "There's a good girl."

A moment later, Loki had cast some sort of illusion to make it look as if he was standing right by the open door of the cell. Then he stood by the control panel that would allow for him to drop the cage out into the sky. Susan wondered what he was up to and then Thor rushed into the room and launched himself at the Loki-copy. Thor landed in the cage, as he passed right through the illusion and Loki chuckled, making the door slide closed.

"Are you ever not going to fall for that?"

The brothers argued for a brief time and then Loki began messing with the switches on the control panel. Susan winced as she realized that he was planning on making the cage drop to the ground with Thor still in it. She was about to say some sort of warning, but then her father shot her a look that warned against any such notions.

A man fell to the ground, one of Loki's guards, and another man, who wore a suit and had a receding hairline, stepped forward with the biggest gun Susan had ever seen.

"Move away please." The man in the suit said.

Thor and Loki glanced at each other, obviously wondering what this man intended to do. Susan was staring at the man with the huge gun and wondered if he knew what he was doing. Loki backed away from the control panel, eyeing the gun somewhat curiously.

"You like this?" The man asked, "They started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don't know what it does," He pulled a lever and the whole gun lit up in a brilliant orange, "Wanna find out?" Suddenly the man yelped in pain. Susan gasped loudly, the Loki at the control panel had not been real, the real one had been standing behind the man with the gun. He'd stabbed him through the heart with his scepter, splattering blood. Susan bit her lip to keep from crying out and Thor shouted his protest.

The real Loki smirked, walked over to the control panel after leaving the man on the ground, and opened the glass lid for the button that would drop Thor to his imminent demise. He paused for a moment and opened the air hatch. Susan covered her eyes, not wanting to see the friendly blonde man killed just like Max and the man with the suit.

Loki's hand hovered over the button and Thor glared at him. Loki hit the button and his brother was dropped down, cage and all. There was no way he could survive that. Susan shuddered and then opened her eyes. Loki was stepping toward her, but then the man on the ground spoke up.

"You're going to lose."

"Am I?" Loki leered.

"It's in your nature."

Loki shook his head in disbelief and even Susan had a hard time believing what the dying man was saying. "Your heroes are scattered. Your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?"

"You lack conviction."

Loki glowered at the man. "I don't think I…" Before he could finish his sentence a burning ball of orange energy blasted from the gun and sent Loki flying across the room, through the wall, and into another room.

The man on the ground grinned slightly. "So that's what it does."

Nick Fury and a slew of other agents rushed into the room. Fury bent down over his fallen agent and removed the gun from his grip. While they talked paramedics raced in, but it was far too late. Susan clapped her hand to her mouth to keep from sobbing. She had seen too much death in the past day and a half and it was all centered around or caused by her own father. The man on the floor was dragged away on a stretcher and Loki popped back into the room when all of the agents backs were turned. He grabbed her arm and transported them both away. They landed on a bay where men who worked for Loki stood, ushering him into a plane. Loki walked onto the plane with a smile, forcefully dragging Susan along with him by the arm.

Just before she got onto the plane Susan spotted an agent who had been friendly to her earlier. The agent was aiming a gun at Loki, but couldn't shoot because Susan was in the way. Feeling it was the right thing to do, the girl ducked out of the way and nodded for the agent to take a shot. The gun rang out and Loki spun to be hit by a bullet. The projectile had no effect on him, but he aimed the scepter toward the gun wielder.

"Look out!" Susan shrieked, but it was too late. The energy beam hit the agent, leaving him in a heap on the ground. Another agent rushed up and took the first one's place, this time she took out one of Loki's men, but could do no more damage.

"Help!" Susan decided to risk it and shout out for someone to help her, "Please help!"

Loki glimpsed his daughter shouting for help from his enemy and nodded to one of the soldiers. Susan didn't have time to contemplate what this meant, because before she knew what was happening the guard had picked her up, swung her over his shoulder and carried her into the plane. She pounded her fists on his back and tried to kick him, but he didn't budge. He deposited her in the middle of the jet and swiftly handcuffed her to an overhead railing.

"No, please, someone help! Help me!" Her cries were desperate, but no one was listening for they had all been shot down by Loki. The madman himself sauntered into the plane and the door closed. They lifted off and left the helicarrier behind, "Help!" Susan whispered as hot tears formed in her eyes and threatened to spill. She slumped against the wall wearily and closed her eyes to the people around her.

"Pilot, set our course. You know where," Loki ordered, sounding increasingly agitated. He stood by Susan's side, but she didn't pay him any attention. The trickster silently examined his golden scepter and the girl used her free hand to wipe the tears from her face. She opened her eyes and glared at her father.

"You killed them."

"Is that really so shocking to you, Sigrid?" He asked, for once not smiling.

"You killed Thor and all of those agents, why?"

"Because they stood in my way. You spoke of revenge earlier, well, Thor wronged me in the past. That was my revenge."

"Why do you need me to come with you?" Susan spat angrily, "Clearly no one matters to you except yourself, so why would you want me around?"

"I told you before…"

"Oh that's right, you would be 'mourning' and that would distract from the plan, wouldn't it? You know that you wouldn't really mourn me, monsters like you don't grieve!" Susan yelled, taking a step toward him and clanging the handcuffs on the rail that held them.

Anger welled inside Loki. Who was she to say that he would not mourn? Who was she to call him a monster? She barely knew him! And yet, she knew him all too well by the strife he had caused her. He looked at her face, still wet from the tears that she had cried for Thor, and saw the hatred in her eyes. For a moment - only a moment - he felt regret for his actions. If he had not attempted this plan then he might have met her one day on better terms, she might have enjoyed being in his company and not cringe every time he looked at her. But that was not the path that had been taken. Once the moment had passed Loki realized once more that his actions were for the best. One day Sigrid would come to understand, by her own volition or by his.

"I would not say such things in your position." He hissed.

"Or what? If you really feared my death so much then you won't do anything, will you?" The girl shook her bound wrist angrily, "I'm already in timeout, what else are you gonna do?"

Loki ground his teeth together. He could handle Midgardian heroes and weapons, but this girl infuriated him to no ends. "What of your mother?" He asked, "Or had you forgotten my vow to make her suffer should you disobey?"

"You don't even know where she is."

"After I am ruler of this world I will have access to all the information I need to find her."

"You will never be ruler of this world!"

"And why is that?"

"Because the heroes will stop you." She said it so confidently that it made Loki laugh.

"The heroes you speak of are all scattered or dead! Dr. Banner, has by this time been unleashed on the world in his beastly form, he is lost. Thor has been killed by my own hand and the only three left are that idiotic Captain America, the arrogant Iron Man, and the Black Widow, who is so concerned about her precious Agent Barton that she can barely think straight."

"They could still win."

"On that very slight chance, what do you think would happen to you? SHIELD would not just allow for you to return to your everyday life. They may make it seem as if you can, but they will monitor you, constantly watching. You will be like an animal in a menagerie."

"So what? That's better than having you rule over the earth."

The father sighed heavily. "Why must it be so hard to speak with you? With every comment I make you find a way to argue."

"Well did you think you and I would just get along?!" Sigrid scoffed, "That is complete and utter nonsense, Loki."

"Why is it such a ridiculous notion?"

"Because you are a murderer! And a liar! And…" She would no longer meet his gaze, "And you're evil."

"But I am also your father."

"Well you aren't acting like a father should!"

"It isn't as if I have much of a comparison of how a good father should act!" He shouted, clanging the end of the scepter against the floor, "Odin treated me as the inferior son most of the time and when he did not he was ignoring me. My real father was killed by my own hands, but before that he abandoned me in a frozen wasteland. So, you must forgive me if I am not 'acting like a father should'."

Sigrid winced as he ground out the last syllables of his sentence. "Oh."

"Indeed," Loki growled, calming down a bit. He turned to the pilot in the plane, wondering how much longer it would be until they arrived in New York, "How far is our destination?"

"About a half hour, sir."

"Very good." Within half an hour he would be ready to bring the Chitauri to earth and attack.

"Listen," A small voice said from behind him. Loki spun back to Sigrid to see her meekly playing with the hem of her shirt, "I know you want for us to get along, but it's not going to be that easy."

Loki was surprised at how calm she seemed. "If you…"

"Wait, I'm not done. It's not going to be that easy, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to try. I do need some sort of father figure in my life, and even if you aren't ideal I do want to try and get along."

"This is quite a turnaround from a few moments ago. One does not change one's mind so quickly." Loki noted.

"True, but this has been something I've been thinking about for a while. You just keep messing up my chances to tell you. I'm not exactly going to be in a talking mood right after you murder two people in front of me."

"Oh."

"Indeed," Sigrid agreed, "But if you will give me a little time to cool down I'll being willing to talk. Okay?"

"You have half of an hour. When we arrive in New York we will have a discussion."