First off, I didn't thank all those who kept up with 'Chaotic Beauty' over the years, and I am deeply touched by your support. Again, I'm sorry that I had to cancel the fic, but I just lost my way with it, and I hope with this new fic, things will improve. I love Marvel, have for years, and I love writing about it, but my mind, I'm 32, not 19 anymore, and my ideas just come and go, even as I wish reality wouldn't always get in the way, I can only try.

I'm not entirely sure about the title, I might change it later, but I hope you still like the fic. I am not going to promise quick updates, believe me I will update when I can, but like I said, my mind is tired most days, and often I come home from my job totally exhausted. I work at a desk all day, but computer work is hard too, staring at a screen and dealing with cranky people, it's harder than some think. All jobs are hard in some way, so compliments and love to everyone who's able to do it and come home and still be able to spend hours writing up great stories.

Now, I said in my last chapter of Chaotic Beauty that I will be adding Hela and two other new characters to the story, only because I want Loki to have all the love and support he deserves. Plus, I love Tony Stark's character, he might be a sarcastic ass sometimes, but he is a genius with a good heart. Plus, he's a good match with Loki, and several others lol.

Summary:

Loki fell into the void and ended up in the hands of Thanos and his monstrous children. On the brink of death, he's saved by a mysterious woman, who heals and gives him a chance at a new life, on Midgard. His journey takes him to the man named Tony Stark, along with a new chance of a family. Loki may finally get the peace he wants, but will he be able to keep it?

I am not going on full canon with the story, I will stick to some details from the movies but most of this is my own.

I don't own any of the Marvel characters.

Please, enjoy!

"I could have done it father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!" green eyes met blue, pleading, begging for recognition. 'Please father, please understand.' Just one word, one word to say it was alright.

"No Loki." Two words, two words was all it took, and Loki's heart shattered. His grip on Gugnir loosened, Thor's voice begging him not to, but Loki would not listen, and his hand released the staff. He saw Thor call out to him, but turned away as he fell further and further, into darkness.

Sometime later:

Pain was all he'd felt, it was all he could comprehend as they cut into him. His body was sliced open, his organs removed and then put back, his magic keeping him alive, but barely enough. They were fascinated but his high tolerance, years, centuries of being kicked and punched down like an old doll by men and one woman physically stronger would do that to you. His magical healing also made them excitable, particularly one by the name of Ebony Maw.

The creature smiled each time he screamed, laughed when he cried, and howled when his tears flowed heavily from his eyes. Everything they could do to him, everything painfully possible to break him was close, deathly close; but regardless of their attempts, their torture, he would not beg, he would NEVER beg.

'He will make you beg for something sweet as death.' They told him, mocking him. Death could only come if they'd let him die, but they found him useful. If he agreed, they would accept him into their 'family', ridiculous.

If only death could take him now, he would at least be free from this. Strapped to a metal table, with several sharp, pointed tools either levitating over him or dangerously close to his limbs. His body was exhausted, his magic was low, he couldn't even get enough strength to smile.

'Have the Norns cursed me? Could they not let me die in the void?' he didn't know how he survived the fall, nor did he expect to end up in this shithole outside the nine.

'Please…just end it. Death, greet me, I surrender myself to you.' Those were his thoughts before he heard a door open, and his entire body went cold as he saw the master of this realm, Thanos.

"Hello my son." If Loki could move he would have spat at the titan's feet.

'I am not your son, I am no one's son!' he wanted to scream, but words failed him. A large purple hand reached out, and an equally large digit started to trace his jawline.

"Ebony Maw has taken your voice, he's exceptionally good at his job." Oh right, the creature had cut into his throat, just after he'd screamed himself raw. Now he couldn't speak at all, oh Sif would have loved that.

'Intelligent he may be, good he's not.' His eyes turned hard, but Thanos just smiled.

"You're stronger than you look, others have often misjudged you. I can tell by the look on your face, people often overlook you because you're different."

'You have no idea.'

"My son, I can give you so much, I can give you power, like no other has ever possessed. Your skills are useful, because I can see it, I can see how strong you are." He stroked Loki's face again, and Loki flinched. "Don't fear me, no child of mine should fear me."

'Marvelous that I'm not your child.'

"Ebony Maw will have to continue his 'corrections', but you're close. Perhaps you can spend some time with Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight, they've been wanting a new playmate." Loki's eyes went wide in fear, no, not those two, not again.

'No…no…!'

"I'm sorry my son, but to make you see, you must be taught another lesson." One more stroke to his matted hair and Thanos turned away, leaving the chamber. Loki started twitching, but his strength was depleted, and his heart was pounding, but the beat was getting slower.

'Please…please Norns, death, please take me now…I can't take this anymore, please.' His vision began to blur, he could feel his life draining slowly. He couldn't take the pain anymore, he couldn't stay here, no…he couldn't remain, he had to go, please Norns, let him go.

"Loki." A soft voice made his eyes go wide, but he didn't see anyone around. "Loki, sleep."

'Wha…?' he couldn't form a complete word, before he felt a hand cover his eyes, and darkness claimed him once again.

Midgard, somewhere in a field, outside Iowa City, IA:

"You see it too, right?"

"I do, it's something from her, but it's alive."

"It is, it's weak too."

"Then we'd best grab whatever it is before someone sees."

"Alright, grab the gurney from the shed, I'll go on first." The taller of the two nodded and ran off behind the house while the other looked around and grabbed a large bat. The two had just finished eating their dinner, when both felt a disturbance somewhere in the fields. They'd run outside just in time to see a bright green light land among the wheat, and it began fading, slowly.

'What have you sent to us this time?' the other, a woman, tall, long, bright blonde hair tied back in a braid all but ran towards the direction of the light. It faded more with each step she took, but when she reached it, she gasped and dropped the bat.

"Sweet Norns…Bastian!" she screamed the other's name, and in a manner of minutes he came running to her.

"What is it si…" his mouth dropped open when he saw it too, and the gurney he'd been carrying dropped to the ground with a light thud. The green light had faded, but that wasn't the shock; before their eyes was a large, crystal-like pod, surrounded with what looked like either thin vines or black membranes.

"Bastian." The woman walked closer to the pod, touched it, and it dissolved under her fingertips, revealing what was inside. A body of a pale, lanky young man, clothed in what both recognized as Asgardian leather, but it was torn, tattered and matted with stains, but he didn't have any wounds they could see. He wasn't bleeding, but his clothes stunk heavily of blood, his face was blank, even in sleep, but he had some bruises and his eyes were sunken in with dark circles around them.

"Who is he?" Bastian whispered but she heard him. "Allison?"

"I don't know, but there has to be something here that…" before she could finish she spotted something in his hands, which were folded across his stomach. She reached, feeling the magic surrounding him, and gently pulled a folded parchment, paper, from under his fingers.

"What is it?" she stood up and unfolded the paper, motioning for him to come closer.

"It's from her."

Þetta er yngsti bróðir okkar Loki, farðu vel með hann. Ég hef læknað verstu sár hans, en allt mun koma í ljós þegar hann vaknar.

"It's definitely her, it has her magic embedded in it." She flicked her fingers, and the paper disintegrated in a mist of blue light. "Grab the gurney, let's get him into the house." Bastian did as she asked, and they carefully moved the unconscious man onto the gurney, careful not to aggravate his wounds. They walked quickly back to the house, getting inside was a bit difficult but manageable.

"To the guest room with him, after we put him down I'll get the kit."

"This is a little too severe for first aid Bas."

"No not that kit, the other one." She gave him a look.

"Oh, didn't know if you were paying attention." Neither said another word when they reached the guest room at the back of the house. They carefully moved the body onto the bed, and Allison motioned for Bastian to move; he left to get the kit, and she proceeded to close the windows to ensure none could see inside. Sounds of footsteps and doors closing reached her ears, Bastian had gone about closing other windows and doors before he came back with a large, black metal box.

"Has he moved?" she shook her head.

"Her magic is all over him, I think it's keeping him asleep. Grab the scissors, we need to cut these garments." Bastian opened the box, found one pair of scissors, handed it to her and pulled out a second pair. "I'll get the top, you do the bottom." Both went to work, starting with a little nick in the material and then slowly removing bits and pieces.

As they worked on him both could barely hold back the gags; with each material piece pulled away, the smell of blood grew stronger, and the patterns of fist and foot-like bruises across his skin, and the scars…everywhere. Allison growled as she removed the last of the top garment, there was a special place in Hel for whoever did this. Bastian looked just as furious, but they could be angry later, they needed to focus on him right now.

"Bas, go get a bowl and some clean rags, I'll start on the legs and work my way up. Oh, and see if you can find some clean clothes for him." He nodded, not bothering to argue that his clothes might be too big but whatever.

'Who did this to you?' Allison held back her tears, seeing the now naked body caked in dried blood, if he wasn't breathing you'd think he was dead. They would do as the note said, they would care for him until he was healed, and then some.

"Alli." She turned to see Bas come back with the bowl and rags. "It's a little warm but it should be enough, though, I don't understand why you won't just use your own magic to clean him." She sighed.

"My magic and hers clash when they mix; I can probably do a scan on him, that would be enough to tell us something, but anything deeper could harm him more. We'll have to do it the old-fashioned way."

"What if he wakes?"

"I doubt he will, but if he does, we'll figure something out." She grabbed a rag and soaked it in the bowl. "Did you find any clothes?" he nodded.

"In the hallway, I'll bring them in after he's clean." He took another rag and dipped it. "Do you want to…?"

"I'll do the lower half; you take his chest and face." Bastian nodded.

With each wipe of the rags and each bit of dirt and blood wiped away, the youngster's skin became more visible, as did the scars. They were freshly healed, though some looked older than others; yes, her magic had sewed him up, but Allison's would have to finish the deed once it completed its task. Both tried to be as gentle as possible, but some blood was dried so deep it needed to be scrubbed, but they were careful. Bastian paused when he reached his neck, but continued to clean until every spot was washed off.

Once the cleaning finished they wiped him over with dry towels, and Allison levitated the black box to her. She reached inside and pulled out one of two of their last remaining healing stones, and a stone bowl, crushed it into powder, and added a small vial of potion to mix in. A few stirs and a crunch in between, and it was ready to be spread; she took a small brush and used it to go over the worst looking scars first. They began to heal quicker, but there would still be faint lines to see if one looked closely enough. Bastian was quiet as she worked, keeping his eyes on the gaunt face as it slept; Allison couldn't blame him, the wounds this poor youngster received were horrifying, and if they were correct in their assumptions, a normal being wouldn't have survived such torture.

Plain and simple, this one was damn lucky to be alive, hell he was lucky that death herself had spared him.

"That should do it, let's dress him." The potion/stone mixture had dried quickly, now the rest was up to him. If he woke, they would see to it he be fed and nourished until his health improved.

"They'll be baggy on him but it's better than going naked."

"Definitely." After the youngster was dressed they pulled a blanket over his thin body and Allison waved her hand over the bed, embedding it with runes which would alert them if he woke up.

"Sis, that note said his name was…Loki?"

"Loki yes, our youngest brother."

"Youngest, so we have another sibling?" she gave Bastian a look.

"Did you think Odin wouldn't keep fucking after we left?" He gave her an annoyed stare.

"Do you have to say it like that? And you get on me about being crass."

"Hey, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I have to speak and act like a princess. I left all that behind in Asgard." She groaned; memories began to resurface. "The note was short, she said all would be revealed when he wakes but…" her fingers started to twitch.

"You want to search his mind? Sis you swore that off after we left." She sighed.

"I know, but I'm fairly certain that for him to end up in this state, it has something to do with Odin and whoever else is up there."

"Are you sure, Odin might have been cruel before but this is beyond that? This torture also doesn't sound like Odin."

"Maybe, but he does have people who could be capable of this, with or without his knowledge." Bastian nodded.

"True, but I still don't feel right about this."

"What if instead of the present, I search his past and see his life as a child? At least that way we can understand him a little more."

"He certainly doesn't have the stance of a pampered prince."

"So…?" Bastian sighed.

"Fine but try not to linger he might sense you." She nodded.

"Agreed, I won't go too far but grab my hand if he starts to move."

"I will." Her hands began to warm as her magic focused on her palms; she placed her left hand on his forehead and closed her eyes. There were definite signs of magic within him, and it felt, odd; or no, it was his own.

'So you're a mage little brother, that's interesting.' She moved gently past the thin barriers shielding his mind and found herself in one from where he was a few years younger than a teenager.

Flashback:

"Loki! Come on a quest with us!" a loud, boisterous voice made Loki jump and nearly drop the book he was reading.

"Thor." He said in an annoyed tone, facing a taller, blonde boy who smiled so big his muscles could freeze that way. "I'm busy."

"You're always busy brother, sticking your nose in a book for hours every day. You should come outside with us, get some sun you're far too pale."

"No thank you, I'm quite comfortable where I am." Loki tried to read again but the book was snatched from his hands. He looked up to see a young man, about the same age with red hair tied back in a low ponytail. "Give that back Volstagg."

"Aw relax little Loki, it's just a book." He started flipping through the pages and flipping the book upside down in circles. "Eh, it's a boring magic book." He gave a faux sigh and tossed the thing to the floor.

"It's only boring to you because you're too stupid to understand it." Volstagg's smile faded into a frown.

"Watch it imp, I can still pummel you on the training grounds." Loki went to retort but Thor stepped in.

"Brother come on, we're going on a quest to the forests to hunt elk, you should come too." Loki gave a light glare.

"I don't want to hunt today Thor, now leave me alone." He reached down for the book, but a foot kicked it a few feet away. Looking up Loki's face sneered, it was a young girl with braided gold hair, with brown eyes that looked at Loki like he was dirt under her shoe.

"You could be a little less selfish and come with us Loki. You're already lucky that we choose to include you, it's not like you have anyone else."

"Sif!" Thor all but shouted.

"What?" Thor gave a light glare and she had the gall to at least look ashamed.

"I could care less what you think Sif, you're just a spoiled girl, nothing of use to me." She and the other boys glared but kept quiet.

"Brother, don't be so cold, she didn't mean it like that."

"It was merely a jest Loki but come on you haven't been outside the library for days, a little hunt will do you some good." A smaller boy came forward, blonde as well.

"No thank you Fandral, I'm not in a hunting mood." That time Sif chose to open her mouth.

"You're in a mood alright, its' really no wonder you don't have many friends little liesmith." That got another glare.

"I'd rather have no friends at all than be friends with idiots." The younger prince snarled and shoved her back, snatched up his book and walked off. Thor called after him, and the memory faded into another.

Flashback, some years later:

"Loki please do this for me, I promise I'll go to the next one just please…"

"Thor, you've said that many times before, yet each time you promise to attend a council meeting, a mandatory one, you never go. You always ask me to go in your stead, regardless of what I'm doing." An older Thor rolled his eyes.

"Brother you know I hate these meetings, they're so boring and the council is just a bunch of stiff old men who refuse to change the ways." Loki rolled his eyes.

"Father hates them too, but he still goes along with mother because they need to."

"That's because Father is king and Mother is Queen, it's their job."

"And one day it'll be yours, you know as crown prince of Asgard you have duties to attend. You can't spend all your days just galivanting with your friends, you have responsibilities."

"I know, but Volstagg found this new bar in the eastern village and has invited me to come along. Look Loki I promise I'll make this up to you, but you're better at this than I. You know how to talk to these old men, and you know all about the diplomacy part of it."

"That's because I study Thor, something you should try if you ever want to be a great leader." Thor looked offended by that remark.

"And what would you know about being a great leader Loki? You're only the second prince!" Loki's eyes flashed with hurt and Thor's suddenly filled with regret. "Brother I didn't mean…"

"No, you did. Go on to your ridiculous visit to some filthy bar, I'll be sure to tell father that you missed this for a good reason, again." Loki turned on his heel, ignoring Thor's calls as he made his way to the grand hall where the council members were waiting with Frigga and Odin.

Next flashback, in the vault:

"Stop!" Odin's voice rang out as Loki picked up a big, glowing blue object. His fingers began to turn blue, and in a matter of minutes his entire body changed. Loki was much older, an adult, still very thin, but strong too.

"Am I cursed?" Loki's voice was unsteady.

"No."

"What am I?" he put the object down.

"You're my son." Odin said it with such sincerity, but when Loki turned around and the blue began to fade, he looked angry.

"What more than that?" Odin stared as Loki started walking towards him. "The casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?"

"No, in the aftermath of the battle I went into the temple, and I found a baby." He paused. "Small, for a giant's offspring, abandoned, suffering, left to die, Laufey's son." Loki looked away; his eyes shined bright with unshed tears.

"Laufey's son?" His voice sounded broken; the pain was clear.

"Yes." Odin nodded, and Loki's breath started quickening.

"W-Why?" he stared in disbelief, the tears in his eyes growing heavier. "You were knee-deep in Jotun blood, why would you take me?"

"You were an innocent child…" Odin tried but Loki wouldn't have it.

"No! No, you took me for a purpose, what was it?" Odin just stared, and it upset Loki more. "TELL MEEEEE!"

"I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, bring about a permanent peace, through you."

"W-what?"

"But those plans no longer matter." Odin said it as if everything would be fine, but Loki's heartbeat picked up and his anger increased.

"So, I am nothing more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me?!"

"Why do you twist my words?"

"You could have told me who I was from the beginning, why didn't you?"

"You're my son, I only wanted to protect you from the truth."

"What because I-I-I-I'm the monster that parents tell their children about at night?!"

"No…" Odin started to sit, but Loki's tirade wasn't done.

"You know it all makes sense now? Why you favored Thor, all these years, because no matter how much you claim to love me, you can never have a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!" Odin reached out to Loki, but then he grew limp as Loki stepped closer and closer. Loki stopped his rant as he saw Odin's eye close, and his breathing became slow. He was completely unconscious, and Loki's anger dissipated into guilt.

"Guards! Guards please help!" a few Einherjar rushed into the vault and moved the king from his place on the stairs.

End flashbacks.

"Allison!" When she pulled herself out of his mind, Allison felt herself fall back against the wall. Her back hit hard, but the only pain she felt was in her heart as tears began to run down her cheeks. She took a few deep breaths to calm down, felt Bastian's hands on her shoulders as he gently held her.

"Sweet Norns…" she breathed.

"Sister, calm down, breathe in, breathe out." He started breathing with her, long enough until her nerves settled. A few minutes later she sank to the floor, and Bastian with her. "What's wrong, what did you see?"

"Not…" she panted and wiped her eyes. "Not much, but…oh Norns Bas…"

"Did you see his torture?" she shook her head.

"His childhood, he was bullied, disliked for his magic instead of being a soldier; but that wasn't the worst of it." She took a breath. "He's adopted."

"What?" Bastian's eyes went wide.

"He's not Odin's child by blood, Odin stole him from Jotunheim, he's the son of Laufey."

"Laufey…yes I remember, he was still a prince when we were around."

"He's undoubtedly a king now, but the thing is, Loki grew up thinking he was Odin and Frigga's son; they never told him the truth."

"What?" Bastian stood tall. "How could they not?"

"I don't know, and I'm not sure how he found out but based on the memory Odin had plans, but they didn't go through. We also have another brother, older than Loki, his name is Thor."

"Thor…"

"Yeah." She sat up. "He's our blood brother, though he probably takes after his mother in looks. He's an arrogant little shit who seems more interested in himself than others, at least that's the vibe I got from him. It seems he took Loki for granted, plenty of times."

"In other words, Odin spoiled him."

"Seems that way, look we can't wait for him to wake up we have to contact Hela."

"Allison…"

"No B, look I know it's a risk of our exposure but we need more facts. When he wakes up he'll have no idea who we are, he might even think we'll hurt him like they did." Bastian looked ready to argue, but he too could see it. Based on their own experience in Asgard, trust was not something easily obtained.

"Alright, but how are we going to contact her? She usually finds a way to us."

"I have something that'll help with that." She rummaged around in the black box before pulling out a small mirror. It was ornate, decorated with what looked like bones of the dead polished and painted black.

"Wait, is that the one Hela made for you when we were…?" she nodded. "I forgot you had it."

"I only used it that one time after we left, she warned me using it too much could draw attention but we're cloaked here so it should be safe." She held the mirror up so they could both see it. "Sister are you there?" The mirror glowed a bright green, and after a minute another face was staring back at them.

"Aneira, little sister you're as impatient as ever." She made a face. "Baldur, you look…weary." Bastian laughed. Allison wanted to correct her on their given names, but it was just them right now.

"Good to see you too Hela."

"Isn't it always? I'm assuming this is about Loki?" they nodded, and she sighed. "I figured you couldn't wait, how is he?"

"He's stable, we cleaned him up and used one of our last stones to finish what you started."

"Good, be sure to keep an eye on him; his magic is severely depleted and it's the only thing besides us that's keeping him alive."

"About that…" Bastian leaned in. "How the hell did he end up like that? He looks like he was run over a heard of bilgesnipes." Hela frowned.

"In a way he was, he fell from the Bifrost and into the Void, into the hands of Thanos." Their eyes went wide.

"Thanos? The mad titan?" Allison whispered.

"Yes, the beast allowed his 'children' to torture him; I won't give you the details, but I think you can see it on him." They nodded. "I was able to fix up the worst of it, but only time will tell."

"That's a given; how did you find him?"

"I sensed him, but I couldn't do much until he was near death's door; remember, only the near dead or the dead themselves can enter this place."

"As the living never last long." Bastian could remember the stories; any live being entering the realm of the dead had a slim chance of survival, and that was only IF death herself allowed it.

"Indeed, I assume you've already looked into his mind Aneira?"

"I couldn't resist, I had to know."

"How much do you know?"

"His life in Asgard wasn't a happy one, I saw him being bullied, and then I saw when he discovered he's adopted." Hela's eyes turned sad.

"Yes, it seems Odin hasn't learned from any of his mistakes as a father and continues to fail."

"Miserably." The two spoke together.

"Loki was the second prince of Asgard, but he was the smart one, the diplomat. Thor, is a foolish brute, and while he may have some regrets, he still has much to learn."

"Thor was the favored son, is that true?" Hela nodded.

"He was, by Odin and most of Asgard; he was the warrior they loved, but they didn't see his flaws. Loki was always treated less than second best, except for Frigga, the current queen and Thor's mother."

"Hmm, other than that what can you tell us?"

"Not much I'm afraid, but I can tell you that everyone on Asgard thinks him dead. Anything else you must learn from him, gain his trust, and give him yours."

"We intend to protect him if need be, he is family." Allison looked at Bastian who agreed.

"Good, and don't let him out of your sight, those who hurt him might come after him again. I can't say when, but let's hope for the best shall we?"

"Hela…"

"I must go, both of you be careful, dark forces are at play." With that said Hela's face faded from the mirror, and Aneira put it away. The two siblings shared a look and stood, looking over at their unconscious brother, who had moved a muscle.

"You know what we have do to B?"

"I do."

"Then we'd best prepare, this is going to be a difficult one for all of us."

I wasn't sure how to end this chapter, but I stopped it here so I hope you still liked it. This took an entire week to write and rewrite because I kept going back on how I wanted to start this.

This isn't quite how I wanted to start this out, but all other ways I tried didn't feel right. Like I said I intend to give Loki a happy family here, with several bumps along the way. I can't promise fast updates, but I will try at least once a month, again no promises. If I can update sooner I will.

Next chapter, Loki wakes up, but things are going to be difficult for him during his recovery. Allison and Bastian, or Baldur and Aneira, will they reveal themselves to him, or will they keep it simple?

Oh and here's the translation from Hela's letter:

'This is our youngest brother Loki, look after him well. I've healed the worst of his wounds, but all shall be revealed when he awakens.'

Be sure to let me know what you think in the comments!

Later!