AN: Hiya again, readers! So, since I have quite a few chapters finished, I'll just be uploading them whenever. They will be getting longer after this chapter. I had written the first two chapters a different way, but didn't like it and went back to change it. So it's shorter now. (Not like any of you care-)

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any of these characters! (Though I wish I did ;;-;;)

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Chapter 2 ~ Friends with the Monster

Loki woke floating above what he assumed to be Midgard. At first, he thought that he was back in the void, falling for all eternity. But when his eyes opened fully, he realised he wasn't. He was in space. Loki took a look around and shuddered. The vast emptiness was too familiar, too haunting.

It was just like the void.

Loki shivered at the thought. All that filled his ears was silence. How in the Nine Realms am I still alive? He should've died from lack of oxygen a long while ago. Not until he looked down at his hands did he realise what was keeping him alive.

His hands were blue. Again. Meaning the rest of him was, too. The cursed Jotun form he could never seem to escape from had saved his life. He couldn't bear the thought of having the appearance of a monster for any longer, so he surrounded himself in magic and made towards the large blue-and-green planet below him.

As he entered the atmosphere, his magic faltered. Eyes darting around in panic, he tried several more times to re-activate his seidr and protect himself from falling several hundred feet. Sadly, his luck had run out, and he began his plummet.

Well, at least my Aesir skin has returned, Loki mused to himself as the wind whipped at his face and forced his body in several different directions. At one point, Loki was almost sure he wouldn't land where he wanted to. He'd he in the wrong part of Midgard, and then have to travel very far to find Banner. Curse the Norns! Loki thought bitterly. That was, until he saw the ground below him. As he fell, Loki could only see specks of what he thought were beings of some sort. As he got closer, he was able to recognise them.

Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian stood side-by side, their ship not too far off. Opposing them was Banner, ("Thank the stars,") Anthony Stark, and Stephen Strange. Oh, joy. I have to deal with those too as well as the Maw.

Loki crashed with a faint yelp into the streets of New York, landing flat in his back and creating a large crater. He let out a soft moan of pain, then struggled to sit up.

"Oh, you're still alive," The Maw commented drily as Loki stumbled to his feet.

"That I am," Loki agreed and dusted himself off. He slowly looked over his shoulder. Bruce wore a large smile, Stephen looked concerned—probably not for Loki, but for New York, and Stark had a mixture of confusion and horror sketched on his face. Loki turned back to the Maw and Obsidian, clenching his fists.

"What did you do to the Asgardians, Maw?" Loki demanded, and he was even surprising himself. Since when did he care about the realm who'd casted him out on several occasion? Or was it only Thor he was worried about?

"The Asgardians?" Maw echoed with a dry laugh. "Well, they're dead, of course!"

"And what of Thor?" Loki lifted his chin menacingly. Surely his brother had escaped from Thanos' clutches?

"Oh, he was the most entertaining to kill," Maw sneered. "His screams were pitiful—almost as much as yours. Almost."

Loki felt his heart sink.

"Uhm, excuse me Squidward, but does somebody want to explain what's going on?" Stark called from somewhere behind Loki, but his voice was faint. Loki felt like Asgard had just exploded all over again.

Thor is dead.

"I'll explain later, Tony," Bruce murmured. Loki cleared his throat and turned to the line of Midgardians.

"I believe I had disrupted a dispute. Please, carry on," he invited, shaking off all previous emotions. Sentiment was for the weak. Greif was for the cowardly. He stepped in beside Banner and readying a dagger.

"Glad you're alive," Bruce said awkwardly, giving Loki a pat on the shoulder. Loki only dipped his head slightly.

"Thanks for showing up," Stephen said drily from somewhere among their lineup. "I should've kept you in that falling loop."

"Great to see you once again, too, Stephen," Loki retorted, peering around Bruce to the sorcerer.

"How is everybody else so calm with the fact that Reindeer Games just fell from the sky! And how do you know the wizard, here? Or Squidward?" Maw curled his lip at the name Squidward. Loki laughed.

"I'll let Stephen explain our last encounter later on. As for how I know the Maw, he paid me a visit just a little earlier today." He brushed himself off, then strolled over to stand beside Bruce. "I believe I interrupted something. Carry on! ~"

"Hold it, Rudolph!" Stark snapped, stepping out of the line to look at him. "Why are you standing on our side? Aren't you with Squidward and alien Hulk?"

Loki frowned. "No, why would you think that?"

Stark scoffed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're evil?" At this statement, the Maw laughed. Loki winced at the sound and turned back to Thanos' two children.

"Oh, Earthling, if only you knew!"

"If only I knew what?" Stark snapped back, crossing his arms. The Maw didn't respond. Instead, he turned to Obsidian and murmured an order to him. He grunted a response, and slowly made his way across the street.

"Okay, Brucie, you want to Hulk out now?" Stark asked, stepping back into line. Bruce sighed.

"No, but when do I ever get what I want?" He strained, the veins in his neck turning green.

"Been a while," Stark sighed, rubbing his hands together. "It's good to have you, buddy." When nothing happened, he turned to Banner. "Come on, man, where's your guy?"

"I don't know, we've sort of been having a thing," Bruce responded.

"We don't have time for a thing—that's a thing right there," Stark said, pointing at the approaching Cull Obsidian.

"I don't—I can't—he won't.." Bruce trailed off, exhaling.

"Alright man, your benched. Mr. Wong, if you could just keep an eye on him for me?" The bald man next to Stephen nodded and stepped over to Bruce. Loki blinked at the scientist, he shrugged, and Loki turned back to watch the Maw.

Stark had formed his suit, with Bruce asking amazed questions at him, when the Maw sent him flying away. Obsidian went after him, and Loki was left alone with the Wizard to face maw. Loki narrowed his eyes in concentration, and in a flash of green he was wearing his traditional gold and green armor, along with his helmet.

Somewhere behind him Stark called, "Rudolph has regained his horns, everybody, be wary!" Loki rolled his eyes and huffed.

"That joke is getting old, along with the fact I do not understand it," he muttered. The Maw started to fling things at Stephen with his telepathic abilities, completely ignoring Loki's presence. Loki curled his lip in a sneer, sending a green blast of magic at Maw. He was knocked back, spat in anger, and turned to Loki.

"You dare? I should have killed you in that cell when I had the chance! Father would not have minded—you were barely any use anyways!" He spat, and Loki shrugged.

"Your loss, I suppose," was all he responded with, before rolling out of the way of a street sign. Stephen made some arm movements until he had a sparking orange shield in his hand. He flung it at the Maw, who intercepted the blow by bringing a car in front of him.

"He's got telekinetic powers," Stephen noted. Loki rolled his eyes.

"Wow, I didn't know that before," he grumbled sarcastically, flinging another knife towards Maw. While the Maw dodged his knife, Stephen send a blow of his own. Blood splattered from a wound in the aliens head, and he snarled.

"You'll pay gravely for that," the Maw spat. Loki narrowed his eyes, then watched as a figure in a red-and-blue suit swung by on web.

"What in the Nine Realms?" he murmured. Stephen looked over.

"I've got this guy. Go see if Stark needs any help," he ordered, and Loki sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He started off, when the street beneath his feet began to crumble. Loki stumbled as the chunk of concrete lifted into the air, sending him flying again. While the piece of rock crashed to the ground, Loki continued soaring through the sky. Wonderful. This is just perfect. And then he was falling. Loki squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the pain of falling 500 feet straight into concrete, but instead something snatched him. Loki blinking open one eye. It was the red-and-blue suited figure.

"Hey man! I saw you flying, and—wait a second. Are you that Laki guy from a few years ago? I saw you on TV, man! You were so cool! Except for the fact you tried to take over the world.." This is barely even a child! Loki thought in disbelief as the child continued to ramble. When he was safely on the ground, Loki sighed and brushed himself off.

"Thank you," he said with a dip of his head.

"Oh, no problem, man. Hey—I'm Spider-man, by the way," the boy replied, holding his hand out to be shaken. Loki ignored it and narrowed his eyes.

"Spider-man? You sound more like a Spider-boy to me," he huffed. The so-called Spider-Man let out a growl of frustration.

"I'm not a boy, I'm a man!" He retorted. Loki shook his head slightly.

"Whatever, boy, man, whoever you are, we should probably get back to helping the others." Spider-man nodded his agreement.

"Do you want me to swing you there? Mr. Stark is fighting some alien thing in Central Park!" The boy suggested. Loki smirked and shook his head.

"No, I think I have my own means of getting there." He remembered Central Park from his last visit to Midgard, so he simply snapped his fingers and was teleported straight there. He found himself next to a fallen tree, and within it's branches was a disgruntled looking Bruce Banner.

"Hey, Loki!" Bruce greeted with a smile. "I'm glad you're alive, man. Is Thor with you?"

"No. Thor is—" before he could finish his sentence, he was thrown across the park by a stray blast from one of Stark's repulsers.

"Hey!" He shouted over. "Same side, here!"

"That's what you get for what happened in New York!" Stark called back, blocking a blow from Cull Obsidians weapon.

"Oh, trust me, Anthony. I've already paid my debts from New York," Loki muttered, easily sending a blast of magic towards Cull and sending him flying. The bald man Stephen had addressed as Wong opened a portal to where Obsidian was about to land, and closed it, leaving the alien stranded wherever the portal had led too.

"Wong, you're invited to my wedding!" Stark called, before flying off. Loki shook his head with a tsk. Then, the Spider-boy landed next to him.

"Hey, how'd you get here so fast?" He asked, straightening from his super-hero landing.

"Magic," was all Loki said, before walking off. A few paces in front of him, Stephen whizzed by, strapped to a piece of concrete and unconscious. Close in pursuit was the Maw.

"Ah, yes, you could handle him by yourself, could you Stephen?" Loki chuckled, then hurried after.

Somewhere behind him, Stark called, "Kid, that's the wizard, get on it!"

"On it!" Was the boy's reply as he swung passed Loki. Loki snapped his fingers again, focusing on the path the Maw and Stephen were headed, and found himself in front of them. As Stephen whizzed overhead, he leaped up and kicked the Maw off balance. The two became tangled, rolling over each other in a struggle to come out on top. After a few moments, the Maw had pinned Loki to the ground.

"Prepare to meet your doom, Asgardian," The Maw spat. Loki smirked.

"I'm not Asgardian!" He hissed, sending his dagger straight into the Maw's gut. The telekinetic alien let out a cry of pain and Loki used the distraction to free himself. He slipped from the Maw's grasp and stood panting a few paces away.

"You're right that you're not Asgardian," the Maw spat, ripping the dagger from his gut and tossing it to one side. "You're nothing but a monstrous Jotun posing as the Prince of Asgard!"

Loki's breath was caught in his throat. At the same time, the Maw sent a street sign flying towards him and continued his chase after Stephen. The sign hit Loki square in the head, and he fell unconscious.

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ONE FAVOURITE = Ebony Maw gets yeeted out a window.

ONE REVIEW = Loki gets a get-well soon card.