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#745

The Tesseract started spinning. Everyone looked at it with alarm. It apinned faster and faster, until it let out a blue beam of energy, opening a Portal, which kept getting bigger. Suddenly it collapsed and a bright, blue shockwave was sent out. Fury used his arm to cover his eyes from the brightness while his other hand slid to his weapon.

Something was thrown at him and he catched it out of reflex. He looked at his hand, expecting a Granate or something. Instead he catched something blocky.

A rubix cube.

‚Wha-’ he was interrupted by another cube being thrown at him. With both his hands holding something he couldn’t catch it and it smacked him straight in the face. He heard a few other thumps. Looks like the others got smacked too. He then dropped the cube in his hand in order to stop the blood from flowing out of his nose.

He looked up to where the cubes came from, to see a man, Rubix cubes flying next to him with a green shine. A cepter was flying next to him too, ready to be taken any moment.

„Who the fuck are you“, he demanded. The man smiled at him, brushing a strand of his black hair out of his face, his unnatural blue eyes glowing a bit.

„That is not important.“, he answered, eyes shining with amusement. „I think it’s rather pathetic you glorious S.H.I.E.L.D people can‘t defend yourself against a few Rubix cubes.“ he then mocked.

Behind Fury, Barton took a step forward with a snarl. Loki grinned.

The Cubes multiplied and Barton was promptly hit in the face by an giant rubix cube with to much sides to count. Moment later an army of rubix cubes in all Shapes and Colours flew towards them.

The cubes kept multiplying while the man who send them walked out of the room with the Tesseract in his hands.

Hours later everyone was rescued from the rubix cubes. They somehow had kept multiplying until they had covered the whole building. The man who Barton nicknamed Rubix disappeared in the chaos and was still not found.

Whoever the fuck this man was, he was the most dangerous thing earth has ever encountered.

***

#474 (Suicide Warning) (Injurie Warning)

Loki opened his eyes.

He was currently having Stark hanging of the Building. Loki looked down. He had tried out what could kill him the past few loops. He hadn’t had a chance to throw himself off a building yet, so what better than the Stark Tower?

He looked up to Stark again, who looked at him with confusion. Loki realized he probably stopped mid in a sentence.

„Say“, he started. „How high is this Tower?“

„Why do you wanna know? Make sure it kills me when dropping me off?“, he wheezed. Loki ignored his tone.

„How about this. You tell me how high this Tower is and I won‘t drop you off“, he offered. Stark looked at him with a raised eyebrow and mistrust in his eyes.

Loki sighed and dropped of Stark next to him. On the floor.

„Here, now tell me“

Stark looked at him with the most flabbergasted expression.

„Around 350 meters. Why the hell did you let me go?“Loki ignored the later part and hummed.

„350 meters you say…“, he muttered while calculating. It would definitely be enough to kill a human. Him too, probably. But theres the angle thing.. if he landed wrong this could get really painful. If he landed right he would probably just snap his neck. (Like How Thanos had snapped his neck-) He shrugged. Only one way to find out.

He walked over the edge.

Stark shouted in Alarm.

It took a few seconds to get down.

His head opened with a sickening crunsh and then everything was dark. His last thought was that dropping head over ended fast-but still with lots of pain.

***

#475 (Suicide Warning) (Injurie Warning) (not graphic) (i think)

Loki opened his eyes.

He was letting Stark hanging over the building right now. Like last time. Well, at least he could easily test out other angles.
He threw Stark back on the ground and stepped over the edge. This time he made sure to land more sidedly.

He landed on his shoulder and felt it break with a sickening crunsh. Shortly after his arms, legs everything else followed, but he survived.

He was in pure agony for the next few seconds, until Stark landed right next to him, this time in his suit. Or he guessed it was Stark, it sounded like the machines of his suit. He couldn’t open his eyes to check.

„Fuck, Fuck, Fuck“, he said. Yes definitely Stark. Hands touched him and he winced out in pain.

Then everything went dark again.

***
#1005 (Elevator: Part 1) (Implied Torture)

Loki opened his eyes to the all to familiar sight of the Stark Tower ceiling and pure agony in his whole body. He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He always hated coming back here. After the „Hulk-Smash“, as he heard Thor call it once, he was always in agony. Well, anything earlier was not that much better, because his wounds were still healing, but this was just another type of pain.
He sat up slowly. Hulk wasn’t here and the other Avengers weren’t either. He dragged himself over to a window and looked out, just to see Stark flying inside the Portal with the Nuke. Okay, he had about 10 Minutes then.

He dragged himself out on the platform and sat down at the edge. He then proceeded to watch the city. Well, as much as it being destroyed was interesting to watch. He watched for a few minutes, then decided that this was even to much chaos for him and stood up again, almost falling off the Tower. He did catch himself though. Death by falling was a risk he wasn’t taking.

He walked inside again and eyed the room.

Taking the stairs would be hell with his injuries. But he also wasn’t in the mood to face the avengers this loop. He sighed. The Elevator was still an Option. He hadn’t had any time to figure out how Elevators worked, but it probably couldn’t be that hard. He dragged himself over to it and pressed a button. It glowed faintly and a few seconds later the metal doors opened to the Elevator. Loki half fell into it and catched himself at a wall. He looked at the Control Panel. It had Numbers on it. Loki didn’t bother to check and just pressed one of them.

The Door closed and the Elevator started moving abruptly, making Loki stumble. He crashed against a wall. The Elevator shacked and stopped moving.

Loki stood up straightly again and waited for the doors to open. They didn’t. Loki cursed to himself and slumped down against a wall. How the fuck did you get out of an Elevator?! He had no idea. Hopefully this loop would end soon.

Tony looked down the Elevator shaft and sighed. He had been instructed to get a Stuck elevator out and briefly wondered why it was always him that had to do stuff like this. He sighed again and slowly flew down the shaft.
After a few Minutes the Light of his armor landed on a metallic box. The Elevator. Thank gods. He landed on it, which got the Elevator to shake a bit.

The Elevator shook a bit. Loki, who was slumped against a wall since the fifth day he got stuck in here, jumped at the shake. Maybe it was falling down now. Maybe he‘d finally get out of this misery. He pulled his knees close and burried his head in them. Maybe the loop would restart soon…

Tony sat down the Elevator on the nearest floor. When it landed something inside clicked. Tony frooze. Had someone got stuck in there?! That Elevator was there since almost two weeks by now. No way that person was still alive. He slowly walked towards the door and placed his hands on it. He ripped it open easily, thanks to the help of his suit.

He expected to find the Corpse of some unlucky employee whose name he didn’t remember. He expected the smell of a rotting corpse. He expected either blood from an Injurie or a person slumped in the corner that starved to death.

He didn’t expect to find the God that attacked Earth almost two weeks ago and then vanished.

In the corner of the Elevator sat Loki. His knees were drawn to his body and his head was buried in them. His Hair was a complete mess and the part of skin he could see were even paler than it had been when he attacked. He didn’t move.

Tony hurried over to the god and crouched down next to him. If the guy was dead, then that was good. It would be a problem less. But Tony didn’t it wish anyone to starve to death in an Elevator.

He grabbed his hand and looked for a pulse. Silently he prayed. He found one. It was weak, barely there, but it was a pulse. Tony questioned how Loki was still alive, before remembering he was a god.

He lifted Loki up in his arms, the man being far to light. Tony swallowed and then hurried over to a working Elevator.

„J.A.R.V.I.S.., to the medbay“, he commanded the moment he stepped inside. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to be to late or not.

***

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#2035
The Tesseract started spinning. Everyone looked at it with alarm. It spinned faster and faster, until it let out a blue beam of energy, opening a Portal, which kept getting bigger. Suddenly it collapsed and a bright, blue shockwave was sent out. Fury used his arm to cover his eyes from the brightness while his other hand slid to his weapon.

Where the Portal was just seconds ago, was now standing a cat. Correction, an army of black, fluffy cats. It we‘re so many that the entire room was flooded with black fur balls that kept on meowing. On top of a big pile of cats, exactly where the portal had been seconds before, sat a cat with a white spot on one of the piercing blue eyes.

Fury lowered his weapon in confusion and shock.

„What the hell?“, asked Barton behind him.

Suddenly the cat with a white spot started glowing greenly and everyone pulled their weapons again. Seconds later they looked at a person instead of a cat. He wore a green and black outfit and on his head was a golden helmet with cat ears. It shined brightly. The person looked at them with an eerie smile. Then he opened his mouth to speak.

„I am Loki, God of Cats.“, he spoke. „And I‘m here to take over this planet that slaved Cats.“

As if on cue, all cats stopped meowing and snapped their necks with a crunch. The group was getting starred at by thousands of cats, that looked at them like they wanted to gush out their eyes. Fury was about to answer something, but the Man turned into a Cat again and meowed loudly before he could.

The Cats attacked immediately.

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Fury stared at what used to be the research centre of the Tesseract. The Helicopter he was in moved away further by the second. Still Fury did not take his eyes of the Research centre.

It had been completely taken over by the cats. Somehow they knew how to use WEAPONS and could do MAGIC.

S.H.I.E.L.D had never stood a chance.

Luckily Fury knew just the right team to take care of this…

***

#760
Loki grabbed Coulson from behind, pressing a dagger to his neck. Coulson immediately dropped his weapon.

„Move and I‘ll kill you“, Loki hissed into his ear. Then he turned to Thor, who watched them out of the cell with an horrified look.

„Loki, let go Coulson!“, he commanded. Loki looked at Thor, then back to Coulson and back to Thor.

„Say, Brother, should I kill this man?“, he then asked with a smirk on his face.

„Of course NOT, Loki!“, Thor towered. Loki stared at him for a moment, then he shrugged.

„Okay“ with those words he let go of Coulson and instead used his magic to make him freeze in place. Coulson struggled against his spell, while Thor looked at him with surprise. Then Loki summoned two Chairs and a small Table. With a movement of his hand he shoved Coulson on one of the Chairs and then sat down on the other. He snapped his fingers and a cup of Coffee appeared in front of Coulson, then he snapped again and Coulson could move again.

„Here take that as an Apology.“, Loki said with a smile. Coulson shoot him a confused glare and turned to Thor while grabbing the Cup of Coffee.

„Is he always like this?“, he asked Thor. Thor looked as surprised as Coulson sounded.

„N-No, normally he would‘ve just killed you“, Thor stuttered out. Loki shot him a smile.

„I can be nice, Brother. And this is also an apology for killing him all the other times.“ Both of them looked at him with the most dumbfounded expression.

„What do you mean you killed me the other times!“, Coulson blurted out. Loki just looked at a Clock hanging in a Room and stood up.

„Ah, look at the time. I‘ve got to go. Things to do, you know it. Worlds to take over, Machines to finish, Avengers to kill, etc…! Enjoy your Coffee, Agent Coulson! And You can drink it, it‘s not poisoned !“ He said while leaving the room with a wave.

„Also this is Karma, Brother!“, he shouted from around the Corner.

Thor and Coulson looked after him with faces of pure confusion.

***
#063

Loki aggressively slammed down another book on Time travel he had on his list on the table. He stared at the big table full of books and ancient writings. He had read all of them TWICE, and still not a single one had written anything useful about Time-loops. For some Nords saken reason the only thing about Time loops he had found in books is that it rarely happened and that they were really difficult magic. Not in a single book was mentioned how to break one. (Or if it was even possible.)

He turned over to his pile he still had to read and grabbed the next book. „Time Magic“, was it’s title. For Nords sake this was the fifth book called „Time Magic“ he was reading. Next loop he would take a fucking break. He sighed once again and opened the book.
The first few pages we‘re all about how Time worked. The Book stated that Time was flying in a line, that everything was destined to happen the way it did. And that this right timeline was written by some guy called „he who remains“, which sounded even more stupid than the mad titan. Apparently „he who remains“ made something called the TVA, which deleted all Alternative Universes that happen out of the right timeline.

A bunch of fucking Bullshit. This was probably the worst book he had read in the last 30 Loops, but he still continued. Maybe there was something useful in here. After all shouldn’t you judge a book by its Cover. He turned to the next page. It was titled: Time Pockets. Loki raised an eyebrow and read through it.

‚Time Pockets are Pocket Dimensions one can create to keep things through TimeTravel.‘

Lokis eyes widened. Finally something useful. And if that worked with Time loops too, it would be extremely useful. It would also save him the time of searching for the books he wants to read every fucking loop. Looks like this Book had been useful after all.
Then he looked at the needed things and physically recoiled. Because all of these we‘re found on Midgard.

Fucking great, Because He did definitely NOT have Access to Midgard this loop.

***
#69
Loki wheezed out in pain.

Really everything had gone great this loop. He had escaped Thor and his hero friends and also managed to survive said escape. Then he had had enough time to find everything he needed for the creation of a time pocket and had found a semi-safe place to go through it. And it had worked out better than the last few times he had tried, meaning he actually got to start instead of everything exploding.

Now he was laying in a puddle of his own blood and gory looking stuff waiting for his demise. Actually he was pretty sure some of his insides we‘re laying around him. He didn’t even know how that happened and he for sure did not want to find out.

So he instead mentally prepared himself for having to gather everything for the fifth time. Great.

He then briefly wondered if there was any way to speed bleeding out up, because he was in a shit ton of pain right now. He looked around a bit, searching for anything to end his life faster. His eyes landed on a „gun“, as the Midgardians called it. He had taken that one with him this loop, because he had lost his other weapons this time around.

A gun could not harm him, usually at least. Right now he was dying, so it might work. Well he could just try out, it’s not like there were any Consequences.

He reached for it and pointedly ignored the pain that shot through his body because of the movement. Then he pulled it up to his head and pulled the trigger.

***

#203 (Haunting the Tower: Part 1) (Unintentional Suicide) (mentioned past Suicide attempt)

Loki stared at his body with a mixture of horror, confusion and shame. Mostly shame. How the fuck did he mess up the Spell this badly?
The loop had started the exact moment the avengers had stepped into the room after the hulk-smash. Already off to a bad start, but it hadn’t really mattered. He casted a spell to teleport him away while the avengers were discussing something. To his utter shame, THOR, of all people had noticed him using a spell and tried to stop him by putting on that fucking Muzzle.

Because Loki did not like that Muzzle, the many times he had already worn it were enough ,thank you very much, he had gotten a bit panicked. Which was just embarrassing. Either way, he had said one word wrong. That would normally cancel the spell. But to his luck, or rather non existent luck, there was a spell exactly like the wrong one he said. There had been an bright light and he had closed his eyes.

When he opened them again he was starring at his own fucking Corpse.

And that stupid spell had somehow turned him into a fucking ghost, which should NOT be possible. Especially since loops always restarted when he died.

Anyways, he looked around the room. All the Avengers were staring at his Corpse, which mind you, was really rude. None of them looked like they could see him. But he better checked.

He walked over to Stark and waved his halfway transparent hand in front of him. Tony looked through it. That basically answered his question. Hopefully this loop would restart soon. For now he would just watch the Avengers, because from their side, he just committed suicide.

Woops?

„What just happened?“ Captain America asked after the moments of silence. Thor, who was hovering over Loki‘s Corpse did not answer. After a few more seconds Natascha walked next to him and checked for a pulse on his corpse. Her eyes widened in horror when she, unsurprisingly, didn’t find one.

„No pulse“, she said. „He‘s Dead.“

„What do you mean, he‘s dead?! He was just happily casting a spell and being very much alive!“, Tony asked with a bewildered expression.

„And nothing in here could have killed him, especially with that beam of energy.“ The Captain added. „The only one who could have done it is-“

„-himself.“, Natascha finished for him. Loki applauded them for figuring out the obvious, pf course no one could hear him.

There was complete silence in the room.

„Why would he do that?“, Tony asked slowly, as if not sure what to make of the situation. Loki did not blame him, if his enemy just suddenly killed himself he would have the same reaction. Thor, who hadn’t moved since the start of the Conversation, stirred.

„H-He did before-tried to-kill, himself“, Thor stuttered out. „I don’t-“ Thor chocked on nothing and began sobbing. Loki was no fool. He knew how much Loki‘s Death affected Thor, even if he had tried to deny that Thor truly cared about him. But he had eventually grown to accept it, having seen his grief before, all the times he faked his Death.

Natascha layed a hand on his shoulder in comfort, the other Avengers just watched in horror and…guilt? Did they think they drove him to it? Loki couldn’t help but fell a bit guilty.

He sighed sighed. This was gonna be a Loop of a LOT of sadness.

———

It had been a week since Loki had ‚killed himself’, and Thor was finally willing to come to a meeting. Loki had watched the Avengers, taking interest in how they would react to his death. He had not been close to them in any matter, if anything they should be glad that he was dead. He killed Coulson and thousand others, mind controlled Barton and tried to take over the World. Not really his best moments, he admitted that much.

And what he had witnessed just left him confused.

Because while none of them, with exception of Thor, we’re really anyone he was nice too, they still drowned in Guilt and did not seem happy about him passing away. They we‘re all tense, awkward around each other and NEVER mentioned his death, even though it was obvious they we‘re DROWNING in guilt. Even Barton. The Barton he had mind controlled, the Barton he had told to kill his friends.

It confused Loki.

Today Tony had has enough and demanded a meeting and To Loki‘s surprise everyone had agreed.

Thor had arrived just now and he looked like shit. He felt more guilty about it than he should. Loki avoided looking at Thor, even though no one could see him, and instead focused on listening to what was going on.

„I‘m sure you know why I have gathered you all here.“, Tony said. „Because god fucking damnit we have to talk about it eventually, even though I do not want to more than any of you.“, Most of them winced at that.

A few moments of silence.
„Not to be rude“, Banner spoke up quietly, „But do we know why he did it? He didn’t seem like the type to…“, he trailed off at the end, but everyone knew what he meant.

Silence again. Loki groaned. This was going to take AGES.

„You said he tried to kill himself before?“,

And wow, that was really blunt.

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Loki blinked to being surrounded by blue energy, which stopped him from slicing Thanos Neck. His eyes widened when he realised when he was and he let the dagger fall out of his hand. He was going to die by the hands, quite literally, of Thanos. Again. Briefly he wondered if there was anything to do that could change his fate, but he was too late in the timeline to prevent it. And if he didn’t die Thor would. But there was something he wanted to do since Loop 56, where Thanos had killed Thor instead of him. So he took a deep breath and when Thanos reached out his hand to move away his arm, despite his gut telling him his death was going to be more painful because of this, he spoke.

„ „You stupid fucking impersonation of a rotten fucking grape, You‘re a little bitch and a petty for running around on planets and killing half of the fucking Population because of you‘re sick fucking brain. Truly you are pathetic for killing thousands and millions just because you weren’t able to do it on your own fucking planet You sick fucking bastard and bad excuse of a living being, You should have died along the rest of your race like the rotten fucking grape you are! And how more petty can it get?! No you‘re not even doing it yourself by hand, No you are trying to collect the six strongest fucking things that had the dishonour of existing because NOTHING YOU WANT WOULD EVER WANT TO EXIST AFTER THAT AND you are just a sad excuse of something to be called a living being, i mean look at you, the universe would be off better with you dead! And now you‘re going to kill me the fifth fucking time,“ he took a moment to catch his breath“ But surprise surprise, you couldn’t even fucking do that right, because if you would have i wouldn’t be stuck in this stupid fucking time loop that i have the dishonour of living through over and over again, which in all honesty, fuck you for that you stupid fucker. I would rather be dead than doing this shit over and over again. Do you think it’s funny seeing you kill Thor?! Or letting you kill me because then at least he will live for a few fucking minutes until this stupid loop resets?! Or having to fight the avengers again and again?! Do you think it’s funny to see Asgard be destroyed or see my mother die over and over?! Spoiler alarm, it’s not and This is all your fucking fault i wish you to die alone in a petty corner because that’s what you deserve, you Sick bastard!“

The Look on Thanos Face could only be described as pure flabbergastion. By now Loki had started crying and stared in Thanos eyes with his own full of hatred. Everything around him had gone silent. Loki just stood there, a shaking and sobbing mess. It was embarrassing, to say least, which is why he kept his eyes on the floor. But it was whatever, no one would remember next loop, so Loki took a deep breath and walked a step closer to Thanos. No consequences. He would be fine after. (But he still couldn’t help the thought of ‚what if this is the last loop?´)

„Sorry I had to get that out, You can snap my neck now“, he said completely emotionless (ignoring the thought of this being the last loop.)

He closed his eyes, expecting to ,obviously, die. Maybe he would be stabbed this time. Honestly he would choose that over getting his neck snapped any time. He was always alive for a while after, until his body finally shut down, but he didn’t expect that mercy, not when he just personally insulted the most mercy less person in the entire Universe.

Nothing happened and honestly Loki did understand Thanos. If someone would have just screamed at him, blaming him for being in a time loop, roasting him and then had asked to get his neck snapped, he would need a few moments to recover from that. But understanding didn’t mean he wasn’t annoyed with Thanos.

„Well?“, he asked, still not looking up. „Come on, I have to get going with the next loop.“ Again nothing. Loki looked up to see Thanos looking like he was still processing everything he just said and Loki let out a snort at that. He looked at Thanos ‚Children‘.

„One of you? Or are you also still processing what’s going on?“ he asked them. Again no response expect staring at him. Right they probably waited for Thanos‘s command. He sighed in annoyance and turned to Thor, who had started struggling against his restrains again.

„I doubt you want to kill me either?“, he asked, already aware of the answer. Thor‘s eyes stared at him with such a sadness and worry that Loki turned and looked away.

„Fine.“, he hissed. „If none of you are going to I‘ll do it myself. This loop is Completely messed either ways.“ He wanted to walk towards his dagger to slice his neck, but a blue energy stopped him. Thanos had snapped out of his confusion and used the power of the tesseract to stop him from moving. His next words confused Loki greatly.

„You should get help, Laufeyson.“, he said with- concern?!- in his eyes and Loki’s own widened. Did he just get the MAD TITAN to tell him TO GET HELP?! Loki had made him feel PITY for him. He had made the man who-who tortured him into attacking Midgard feel bad for him. The Irony wasn’t lost on him. Loki let out a chuckle and then started full on laughing.

The Loop ended.

***

(The Tesseract Chaos: Part 1)

It had taken quite a few loops, but Loki could now say he was in possession of thirty Tesseracts. He had started collecting them around a hundred loops ago, most times he didn’t have the chance to store them in his time pocket, but he was positive thirty we‘re an reasonable Amount.

Finding out when he was hadn’t been difficult, because he had literally opened his eyes to Stark hanging in his hand, right next to the all familiar window. Which was really bad timing, but that would make it even more hilarious.

So he set down Stark on the ground, who immediately backed away from him.

„My apologies for that, Stark.“, he said in all seriousness, because yes he felt a bit bad about it and had never gotten the chance to apologise.

„I somehow doubt you mean that.“, Stark said, which Loki frowned at. „Where comes the sudden change of mind?“, he then asked. Loki shrugged and opened the portal to his time pocket. In a reasonable response Stark scrambled away and called his suit. Loki ignored him and pulled out one of the Tesseracts, which he held to Stark.

„Here, take that as a apology“ Stark gaped at him like a fish.

„You-Wait What?“, he stuttered which was a completely reasonable response. Loki shrugged.

„I have enough of them, I can spare one“, he only answered.

„You-What?!“, Stark still snatched the Tesseract and Loki shrugged again, then Loki left through a portal without another word.

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„You‘re telling me he just gave you the Tesseract, while another one was still being used to open the portal. And he gave you as an apology for almost throwing you out of a window, then he said he has more and just left.“,Steven concluded.

Tony nodded. „Yes, Trust me I‘m still figuring out if I‘ve gone insane myself.“

Bruce threw his hands in the air. „That doesn’t make any sense! There’s only one Tesseract, right Thor?“ Thor nodded.

„Yes, there is indeed only one Tesseract. The second one should not exist.“

„But then how-“, Tony was interrupted by a blue Portal opening and Loki stepping out of it, another Tesseract in his hands. He looked around.

„I feel like my timing is a bit bad, but it does not matter.“ He said, then he held out the Tesseract in his hands towards Thor. „Here‘s another one, just make sure it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.“ after a second of thought he added: „And by the Norns, do not give it to Shield, Hydra, Odin or a giant purple grape looking Titan.“

Clint pulled out his bow and pointed an arrow at Loki in a split second. Loki shoot him an unamused look and then ignored the arrow currently being pointed at his head.

„Great, now if you excuse me, I have a few more Tesseracts to give out, it hasn’t been an honour being here, Goodbye.“, with those words he pulled out another Tesseract from out of Nowhere and stepped through a similar portal then before.

„What the fuck“, Clint said.

„Language“, Steven said immediately. „But I agree with your statement.“

***

(Elevator: Part 2)

Tony stared at Loki, who was laying on a medical bed while being scanned. Tony was troubled. Loki had tried to kill him. He had tried to take over the world and killed people. He killed Coulson. He mind controlled Clint and a few others to make them do whatever he wanted. Tony wanted Loki to pay, heck, maybe he‘d go as far to say he wanted the God dead. But this was not the way he wanted it.

Loki had disappeared the day of the invasion, not having been spotted since. The Elevator he was in had been stuck since the invasion. Tony knew, because he had tried using it. How the guy had managed to get stuck in there in the first place was a mystery. He could do magic. He should easily have been able to get out. Regardless, he hadn’t and had been stuck in the Elevator for almost two weeks. It was a wonder he was still alive, but he supposed Gods could go longer without food or water. Still, it had to have been awful in there. Tony hated himself for it, but he felt bad for Loki. And as he looked at the scans Jarvis did while Banner was on his way, he wondered how the hell Loki was still alive.

Loki had three damaged rips and one broken one. His right ankle was swollen and red, showing sings of an infected wound. He was, logically, highly dehydrated and obviously didn’t eat anything for the past two weeks either. There we‘re also bloody cuts on random spots, some only scratched, while others we‘re a bit more severe, Some of them we‘re even infected. There we‘re also…blue patches on his skin. Jarvis had no idea what could have caused it, but they weren‘t bruises, they we‘re just…there. All of that together was basically impossible to survive.

And Tony was still wondering what was up with the injuries he had. Hulk had smashed around the god a bit, but surely it couldn’t have caused that much damage? But what else could have hurt him, he was stuck in an Elevator the whole time! Tony had no idea.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door to the room opening and Banner rushing in.

„Please tell me what Jarvis told me was a bad joke.“he said. Tony shook his head and looked towards Loki.

„No, though I‘m not sure what to think about it. Reindeer Games does NOT seem like the type of person to get stuck in an Elevator of all things.“

Bruce agreed and then walked over to Loki, inspecting his wounds. He turned to Tony.

„You should inform Thor of… this“, he said, then he turned back to Loki and began his work. Tony sighed. God this was a weird situation.

——————-

Thor looked at the ‚phone‘ in his hands, which Stark had insisted he should take one in case Loki appeared or anything else important happened, and stared at it. It had started vibrating a few seconds ago and Starks Name had appeared on it, so Thor took it that the man was calling him. He would pick up, but he was currently pondering on if it was the green or the red button. He was pretty sure it was green, but then what if it was red? Though he had realised that a lot of things on earth that we‘re red we‘re bad, so it was probably green. After a few moments of hesitation he pressed on the green button and let out a sigh of relief when Stark started speaking.

„Okay, I have good news and bad news“, Stark said after they had greeted each other. Thor raised an eyebrow at that and gripped his hammer tightly. „The Good news are that we found Loki, but the ba-“

„You found Loki?!? Where is he?! Did you capture him?! Is anyone hurt?!“, Thor interrupted him. He prayed that Loki had been caught, hopefully without anyone getting hurt in the process. That would mean Midgard was safe from him and he could take Loki back to Asgard.

„Well, I did capture him, more or less-He wasn’t conscious though, so I kinda more found him-“

„What are you talking about? What is going on?!“

There was silence and Thor briefly wondered if The Call had ended, until Stark spoke again.

„I found him in an stuck Elevator in my tower, I have still no idea how he was trapped in there for the first place, but he isn’t looking to good. He‘s been in there for almost two weeks and has a few injuries from the invasion. Bruce is doing his best to help him, but I‘m not sure if he‘s going to make it.“ Thor didn’t say anything for a few seconds, taking in the information.

Loki had gotten stuck in one of these Elevators. That sounded so stupid and so Loki in all ways possible.

„Point Break? You still there?“ Thor shook his head.

„Yeah I’m uhm, still here… I’ll be there in a few minutes“, with those words he pressed on the red button.

***

(Credit to: Wuthered Heights)
The Avengers looked up to the Stark Tower. The Chitauri army of Loki were dead and the portal was closed. There was only one thing left. Loki himself. Stark groaned and got up stiffly with the help of the captain. Time for all this to end.

They walked inside through the front door and Stark immediately showed them the Elevator. He pressed on a button and a few seconds later it appeared and opened it’s doors. Stark was a bit surprised that it still worked, but again, this was the Stark Tower, not some random building with bad quality Elevators! Though through the slightly rattled movements it made, he realised that it was one heavy bump away from getting stuck. Finally it stopped and everyone drew their weapons. The Door opened with a ding.

The Floor was, well damaged. Stark half expected Loki to be gone, but there he was laying on the ground in the Crater the Hulk Smash had left. Slowly they got closer, weapons pointed at Loki, ready to attack him any moment. Loki didn’t move one bit.

Stark inspected him carefully. He had quite a few scratches, mostly in his face, but other than that he looked fine. Though It looked like he was unconscious, so the Hulk had probably given him quite the Smack. Looks like not even gods could do anything against Hulk, which kind of amused him.

„Looks like not even Reindeer Games can hold it against the hulk“, he said with a edge of amusement to his voice. Natascha rolled her eyes at his comment and the Hulk seemed a bit proud.

Clint walked forwards, his bow tight in his grip, and nudged Loki with his foot. After a few moments Loki‘s eyes flickered open and Clint found himself staring into Lokis emerald-green eyes for a second, then the eye contact was broken by Loki putting his hands on his face and groaning.

He then flicked one of his fingers and everyone took a step back. Strangely a wooden sign appeared next to him on the floor, written in a Language Clint did not know. Thor walked forward, took one look at it and very obviously tried not to laugh. Which he only half-succeeded in.

„Thor, what does it say?“, the Captain asked. Loki stared at them with realisation and snapped his finger again, then proceeded to lay down again. The Text on the Sign changed to English and Stark let out a snort at it, while Natasha looked at Loki with bewilderment.

Clint finally turned to look at it.

„Please do not disturb: Taking a nap“, was written on the wooden sign.

Clint did not know what to think of that. So all he could say was:

„What the everlasting fuck“

For some reason Thor started full on laughing at that comment and Stark to let out a ‚cough‘. Natasha let out a chuckle as well. Like a traitor. The Captain, probably much like Clint himself, looked hesitant, not sure how to react.

Loki himself had closed his eyes and looked to be asleep now.

What the fuck was wrong with that guy.

***

Thor gritted his teeth and tightened the grip around his hammer.

„Listen well Brother-“ he started, but Loki shoved him back before he could finish. Merely a second later a man of iron shot by where he was just standing seconds before. If Loki hadn’t shoved him to the side, he would‘ve been hit. He turned to look at Loki again.

„Wha-“, he was interrupted again, but this time by Loki hugging him tightly. Thor glanced at him in confusion. „Loki, what?“, he asked him, but Loki only hugged him tighter. Thor sighed and dropped his hammer. He didn’t understand what was happening, but if Loki wanted to harm him he would‘ve been stabbed by now, so he just awkwardly hugged him back.

Loki let go after a few seconds and shoved him again. The man of Iron flashed past him again and Thor could swear he heard the Iron Thing curse.

Suddenly a person dressed in blue and armed with a round shield landed next to him and Loki took a step back in an instant, while Thor grabbed his hammer. Thor shot Loki a worried glance and then turned back to the man. One thing was for sure, he was one of the people that had captured his brother, but after Loki‘s strange reaction towards Thor, he was not sure how he felt about that.

„Who are you?“, the strange man demanded.

„I am Thor of Asgard. What Business is it that you have with my brother?“

„Your brother attacked us, which is why we had to capture him!“, another Voice answered and seconds later the man of Iron landed next to the Shield man.

„Yeah, yeah, just take me already“, Loki interrupted, which got him confused glares from everyone, that he shoved off with a shrug.

Thor was confused. But the Midgardians were right, Loki had to be contained until he revealed where the Tesseract was.

Even though Thor noticed something was off about his brother…

——

Coulson was busy with the Illusion of Loki, so when the real him appeared behind him he had no time to react. Coulson expected Pain, getting stabbed most likely, or maybe mind controlled too, but that didn’t happen. Instead he was…hugged? He turned his head to confirm he wasn’t going crazy, but Loki was really hugging him. It was a kind off awkward hug, like the god didn’t really know what he was doing and Coulson couldn’t say he knew what to do either. After a few seconds Loki let go and left.

Coulson stood there for a moment, then he picked up the weapon he had dropped in surprise and walked over to the control panels, opening the cell Thor was currently in.

Thor himself was standing there, staring at where Loki had disappeared to before. Why had Loki hugged Coulson so suddenly? It wasn’t a tactic, or he would’ve killed him, and it wasn’t a play to get his trust either. But it was also not like Loki knew Coulson. Why would he just walk up to his enemy and hug him?!

„Let’s not mention this happening to anyone.“, Coulson said and Thor nodded. They would look like they had gone mad.

Coulson seemed to be lost in thought too, and they both just stood there, But he guessed it was reasonable. Loki‘s Behaviour wasn’t. But there was something Thor was certain off now.

Something was wrong with his brother. And he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad.

————

Stark was currently hanging off Loki‘s arm next to a window he is sure he‘ll be thrown out in the next few seconds.
He wasn’t.

To his utter surprise Loki hugged him instead. Like, not that kind off ‚I don’t know you but you don’t look okay let me hug you‘ hug but like Loki knew him, they we‘re best friends and Tony had just almost been killed. Which he got! Loki almost threw him out a window!!

A few seconds later Loki released him and grabbed him again.

He was thrown out of the window.

Which made absolutely no sense?!? Why not throw him out the window and hug him instead but then still throw out the window?!?!?

***

Steve observed the fight between Loki and the rest of the avengers for a few seconds and analysed the situation. Loki was currently busy with Thor and Stark, who attacked him together, while Barton kept shooting Arrows with different functions at him. Hulk was killing anything that came to close to the fight, Natasha assisting him with it.

Steve took a fast breath and rushed into the fight. He threw his shield at Loki, who dogged it by a few millimetres. It flew against a building and bounced back, which Loki once again dogged. Steve prepared himself to catch it, however he missed his chance and it flew right past him. Steve hurried after it and made a jump to catch it. Something on the ground crunched sickenly when he landed.

He looked down and immediately regretted it. Under his foot was a dead cat, its black fur stained with blood from where he had landed on it. It was laying in an unnatural position having one twisted leg. Steve saw the light fading in its eyes and couldn’t help the guilt that welled up in him.

Sure, it was just a cat, but he had brutally killed it.

Still, he raised his head and looked over to the Fight, which had completely stilled. No one was moving, looking frozen in place, which was weird considering Stark was in the middle of a punch. Loki walked towards Steve and he immediately rose to his feet and grabbed his shield.

Still No one was moving and it dawned on Steve that Loki had frozen them in place.

Loki himself was staring at something at Steves feet, namingly the cat laying there. He looked up at Steve with something in his eyes Steve could not place.

„You killed it!“, he accused. „What did that Cat do to you?!?!? It was just peacefully walking there!“, Loki went on and Steve blinked in Shame and surprise.

„And you’re calling me evil?! That Cat did nothing to you! What kind of Hero are you!“, he continued and kneeled down next to it. Steve took an step back, rising his shield further.

„Now it‘s dead! See? This is exactly why Midgardians shouldn’t be free!! If I would be king I would make it illegal to step on Cats! Or kill them in general! That Cat deserves better! You’re an asshole! Go die in a pit like you deserve it!“ Steve had lowered his shield by now, looking at Loki with surprise.

Loki picked up the body of the cat and Steve thought he might vomit, because it looked absolutely disgusting. Loki didn’t bat an eye at that and with a snap of his fingers it dissolved into light balls. Loki then walked past Steve.

„You know what?! I don’t think I want to rule a Planet where the Heroes kill innocent cats! Go die for all I care!“, he shouted without looking back once, disappearing with a snap of his fingers.

Behind him Steve heard crashing and when he looked back he saw that Stark had crashed into Thor, who had then fallen onto Natasha, who had accidentally let go a shot with her gun, which hit the debris Barton was sitting on, who then fell onto the Mess too.

Steve sighed into his hand. To think that this were the Earths mightiest Heroes…

But the worst thing just came. Natasha snapped her head to him.

„You killed a cat?! What did that cat do to you!?“, she yelled at him. Thor looked at him too immediately.

„You killed a cat?!? What in hel is wrong with you?!?“, he demanded and Steve briefly wondered if he was losing it.

„Yeah, Point Break has a point! Heh that sounded funny-But what isn’t funny, is that you killed an innocent Cat?!“ Stark added and even the Hulk made a sound of agreement. Clint, who had finally pulled himself to his feet, had a different opinion.

„Serves the cat right, it always eats my fellow bird friends.“, he grumbled. Everyones head snapped towards him and Barton wisely took a step back.

Steve resisted the urge to drag down a hand his face.

***

(Black Magic Box: Part 1) (ib: A box of time and Space by Infinite_Monkeys)

„Sir, please put down your spear“

Loki wasted no time to waltz over to the Tesseract, grab it and teleport away. He found himself on a building in the midst of New York, located near the Stark Tower. He could hear the footsteps and sounds of the cars that moved under him and Loki watched them for a few seconds. He noted that this building really wasn’t high, maybe 35 meters. It had the perfect height, actually. High enough to snap him out if the Sceptres influence, which tugged at his mind like always, but low enough to not kill or hurt him badly. It would snap him put of it. Probably.

Loki hadn’t token long to realise that breaking the sceptre or trying to warn of the invasion would end in his death. He had no idea how, but the Other somehow killed him in the most brutal ways before he could. Loki shuddered as he thought of the one time his magic had been sucked out of him slowly. With his dying eyes he had seen that his magic roaming freely had destroyed all Midgard, leaving only destroyed buildings, piles of corpses and the smell of fire and smoke. It had not been pretty.

He had fallen off a building a few loops later and had felt the Connection to the other fade. (He had died of his injuries a few minutes later).

Hence why he now stepped over the edge if this building and let himself crash into the ground. He heard a few screams, but he only focused on the presence of the Other, which faded until it was only a faint memory.

He felt someone touching him and he snapped his eyes open.

Over him was leaning a woman, eyes wide with panic as she tried to reassure him. Loki took a moment to inspect the damage done to his body, to realise there was almost none. He had quite a few scratches, his body was heavy and his head felt like it was gonna explode, but it seemed to be nothing serious. Loki sighed in relief at that.

He summoned the Tesseract, grabbed his Sceptre next to him and teleported right back into the Shield Base.

The Mortal, Loki had learned his name was Fury a few loops ago, that always ‚kindly asked‘ him to put down his Sceptre was ordering people around right now, having his back to Loki. Fury kept in going and Loki, much to his amusement, realised the man hadn’t noticed him.

„Uhm, Sir?“, one if the Soldiers interrupted him quietly.

„What?“

„He’s uh, He‘s behind you“

Fury turned around in a millisecond. Loki didn’t even know people could turn that fast.

„Hello, Director Fury!“, he chirped. „I have a demand“

————-

„You want what?!“

„I want to watch one of your moving picture things“, Loki repeated for Fury, who was staring at him like he was going insane.

„Why? And why with Stark?!?“ Loki shrugged at that. Because Stark had a big TV. Because Stark made references all the time. Because Stark was just interesting and he knew barely anything about him, despite this being Loop eh 546? Or was it 564? Eh doesn’t matter.

„Just bring him here, get him to cooperate and I‘ll give you back the Tesseract“, Loki proposed.

„Fine“, Fury snapped.

—————-

„I‘m not building you a weapon“ Interesting first words when meeting someone. Loki wondered if there was a story behind that. Huh, maybe he‘ll get on good enough terms with Stark this loop that he doesn’t have to force it out of him with his sceptre.

„I‘d never dream of asking“ actually he would next loop.

„Uh-huh“, Starks deadpanned, voice dripping with suspicion.

Loki raised his hands in a mock-surrender.

„I‘m serious, that’s not why I wanted to meet you.“, he said.

„Well, what else can I help you with, Reindeer Games?“, Fury eyed Stark the moment he used the nickname, while Loki smiled at it.

„I want you to watch one of those moving picture things.“

Silence.

„You want to watch a movie. He wants to watch a movie“, Stark muttered, looking like his fait in his own sanity left him right there.

„Actually No, I want to watch multiple movies.“, Loki corrected and Stark raised an eyebrow.

„And how many do you want to watch?“ Loki smirked.

„As many as possible for my stay“

„And how long would that be?“, Fury cut in and Loki shrugged.

„Don’t know, I‘ll see how I like it here. Now that that’s out the way, do you agree with my demands or should I search myself someone else who would like to get their hands on the Tesseract?“

„You-“, Fury started but Stark interrupted him.

„You got yourself a deal, Reindeer Games!“

„Grea-“

„Now hold on, I didn’t allow this!“, Fury interrupted.

„Would it help if I promise you the Tesseract will be here again Tomorrow? It will be like nothing happened.“Because nothing bad happened. At least this time.

„Yeah, sorry if I can’t take your word for it.“, Fury shot at him. Then after a moment of thought he added: „But I don’t really have a choice, do I?“ Loki smirked at him sweetly.

„No you don’t“ Fury sighed.

„Fine, watch your movies. But If the Tesseract isn’t back here tomorrow morning I will not hesitate to attack you.“ Loki rolled his eyes again and nodded.

„The Tesseract will be just fine when I give it back. Now, if you‘ll excuse us, we have movies to watch.“ With those words he grabbed Starks arm, who tensed slightly under him, and teleported to the Stark Tower. Starks eyes widened in wonder.

„Holy Shit, that is so cool.“ Stark breathed and Loki nodded.

„So, you got any Movie recommendations?“

Chapter Text

Loki knew exactly what to do this loop. The Idea had formed the moment he woke up in his cell on Asgard. He would save Mother this time. He needed a way out of his cell, preferably one that wasn’t suspicious, in case he managed to get released this time (Which he highly doubted). Well, it would be easiest to get Odin‘s Attention. Well, screw not suspicious then, but whatever. So, knowing that the Guards would not let him meet the All father, he turned to the Gatekeeper.

„Heimdall“, he said quietly, making sure none of the guards heard him. „I don’t suppose you could deliver a Message to the All father?“ No answer, but Loki was sure Heimdall heard him just fine. „I would love to do so myself, but I have my doubts he will come to visit soon. Tell him“, he paused for a second, considering his options and then grinned. „Tell him I know about Hela Odinsdottir.“ Again no reaction, but Loki expected that much.

He sat down. This would probably take its time, but Loki could be patient. After all, he had nothing but time. Infinite Time.

———

It takes Odin exactly 1 Day, 5 Hours and 14 Minutes to visit his „son“. Yes he had been counting.

There he stood, Gungnir firm in his grip, his eyes cold as always. He looked every bit the ruler he was made out to be.

„Leave us.“, Odin ordered the guards, who ,on his command, hurried away . There was silence for a moment, then Odin spoke again.

„How do you know of Hela? If you intend to use this Information to be freed, I advise you to think of something better.“

„Actually, I do not intend to do anything with this Information. It‘s not something I want to deal with.“ Not for the-what twelfth? time. „I just started with something that I knew would draw your attention, so you would hear out the rest.“ he explained.

„Well, you did succeed. Talk, for this is the last time we will in a long time.“ Loki just smirked at that. The same words every time…

„The Dark Elves are still alive.“, he simply says. Odin narrows his eyes at him, though obviously surprised at the statement.

„That is untrue. My Father killed all of them.“, Odin says and Loki smiles at him.

„And that’s where you‘re wrong.“, Odin looked at him like he just explained that cats started a war. Which he actually had one loop. It had been fun, and the faces of the SHIELD Agents had been priceless. He bites his Tongue to stop the chuckle that came up at the memory. It wouldn’t really help his case.

“You speak lies, the Dark Elves are long dead.”, Odin spoke with the slightest bit of annoyance present in his voice.

“They are not.”, Loki insisted, a hint of frustration slipped into his voice too. “Malekith lives, same as some of his followers. They. Will. attack.” Odin’s cold expression did not waver, but the slightest bit of annoyance was visible in his eyes.

Loki took a breath. Angering him wouldn’t get him anywhere. Besides, He had known that the old man would be stubborn.

“Even if you are telling the truth, why would they attack now?”

“The Convergence.”, Loki said. “ And The Aether too.” He couldn’t say more, it would simply be to suspicious. If he wanted this to work, then he needed Odin’s- well trust is not really the right word… support fits better.

“I don’t remember my son to be a seer.”, Odin said, again no emotion in his gaze.

“My apologies to disappoint you, but I am not.”, Loki said-mocked.

“Then how would you know this, Loki?”

“Because I saw them when I fell through the Void!”, Loki snapped at Odin. It was a lie, but it was one that made the most sense.

“Did you?”, he questioned and Loki was really starting to loose his patience. With anyone else he could hold it up just fine, there were enough loops to prove that. But he knew what to expect when talking to anyone else, since he had talked with them over and over again. But he hadn’t talked with Odin for at least 200 Loops, and even then, the last Conversation with him he had was his sentence to rot in his cell forever. Odin also was unreasonably good at surprising Loki. And he did not have the patience for his games right now.

“Yes All father, I did.”, he insisted. Odin looked at him, then he turned.

“Goodbye, Loki” And then he was gone and the Guards came back.

Loki stepped back from the Boarder and turned his back to it. A wave of green energy threw over the things in the cell.

***

(Murder Mystery you say? Part: 1)

The Tesseract started spinning. Everyone looked at it with alarm. It rotated faster and faster, until it let out a blue beam of energy, opening a Portal, which kept getting bigger. Suddenly it collapsed and a bright, blue shockwave was sent out. Fury used his arm to cover his eyes from the brightness while his other hand slid to his weapon.

A man had appeared, black hair and a spear in his hand. Everyone in the room immediately raised his weapon at him, but the mans only reaction was a twitch of his eye.

“Sir, please put down the spear.”, Fury said. The man smiled.

“No.”

“Put down the-”,Fury started, but the man interrupted him.

“I won’t, Director Fury. I do, however, not plan to use it either, as long as you cooperate.”

“That won’t do. Put. It. Down.”, he commanded, but the man only tightened his grip around it as to make a point.

“I said I won’t use it as long as you cooperate, but if you continue I will feel myself forced to use it.” Fury narrowed his eyes.

“Fine, what do you want?”, he gave in, still eyeing the man suspiciously, who’s smile looked more than a little bit insane.

“What do you think of murder mysteries?”

——————————-

“So let me repeat that. You called us, the avengers, even though the Idea should be discarded, to play a murder mystery with the you. And it’s a test to see if said discarded idea could work after all?”, Tony concluded and stared at Fury with disbelief.

“Yes.”, the man simply answered. “It was designed with the purpose of testing if all of you can work together as a team or if it’s completely hopeless.”

“That’s all nice, but why am I here?”, Coulson, who stood at the end of the group, spoke up. Fury looked him dead in the eye.

“The Person who designed the test insisted you should be here.”, Fury explained shortly.

“And why am I here?”,the blonde guy in armour with hammer asked. “I only came because Heimdall saw my Brother appear here on Midgard, not for some…game.”

“Yes, well, your Brother is the reason we are doing this game. He stole the Tesseract and now we need to test if you can work together to get it back.”, Fury snapped and the the blonde guy tensed up a bit before nodding.

“Fine, I agree to play this game then.”, he said and Fury seemed a bit relieved at that. Wow, the guy who stole the Tesseract was really something then, hm? Tony had no Idea how a Murder Mystery was supposed to test their team abilities, but okay.

“Good, now Introduce yourself to each other while I get the Papers with your roles.”, Fury said and then left the room. Tony turned to the other people in the room.

—————

“I’m back.”, Fury announced himself to the room, interrupting a discussion between Tony and Bruce, which honestly, the man was amazing, he’ll invite him to live in the Stark Tower after this! “Here are your roles.”, the man said and handed each of them a paper with Information. Tony read over his own quickly.

The whole thing took place in a small, really small, hotel in the middle of nowhere, where Tony himself was stopping by on his way to somewhere else for a night. He was a detective, a good one at that, and his Assistant, Agent Coulson of all people, was helping him in multiple cases, apparently working under him to become a great detective himself too. The paper also told him he had 24 Hours to get the case done before he has to leave the hotel because he only booked one night.

So he was going to be the main Investigator here?

The others had finished reading by now and he noticed Barton and Rogers glancing at each other and then at Fury.

“Come on, we’ll go to the location now.”

——————

The Hotel was indeed very small. It consisted of a small Lobby, which also functioned as Party room, if the bar was anything to go by. There we’re 9 Rooms in total, spread around 2 Floors and a Elevator to reach said Floors, though there were stairs too. They were shown their rooms by what could only be Shield agents in disguise and then just followed the instructions on their papers of what to do the hours before the ‘murder’. For Tony it literally said do whatever the fuck you want but don’t leave your room before the murder happens. That means he has 2 Hours of free time!

He pulled out his phone and proceeded to watch vines and memes.

——————

The probably fakest scream he had ever heard, it sounded suspiciously like Barton, echoed through the building and Tony immediately made a beeline for the Elevator while mentally preparing himself for his part as the detective. The Door opened with a ‘bing’ and Tony stepped out immediately, taking in the situation.

Fury was laying on the floor, and honestly his acting skills were amazing, as he looked really dead, next to him a shattered glass and a white fluid on his mouth. Poison.

Natasha was standing next to him, her hands over her mouth, he mentally applauded her acting skills and wondered if it was a spy thing.

The Idea was discarded as he looked at Barton, who was…yeah he was a bad actor. A really bad actor.

Rogers was standing next to him, his acting wasn’t any better though and Tony mentally sighed. Like, this was the guy his old man had been so obsessed with?

Thor was standing a few steps away from Furys Corpse. Tony had never seen anyone with worse acting skills. That was all to be said.

Bruce looked shocked, like cliche-fake shocked.

There was a ding behind him and Coulson appeared out of the Elevator, glancing around the room the same way Tony had. At least his ‘Assistant’ was a good actor. Looked like it was a spy thing after all and Barton was just terrible at acting.

“No one leaves the room. Coulson make sure they don’t. All of you, stand back from the victim.”, Tony commanded, trying and succeeding in sounding like the detectives in movies always did. Everyones attention shifted from the Fury to him.

“Who the fuck are you to tell us what to do!?”, Natasha accused and Tony was thrown of for a because she was one hell of an actor.

“A detective, and a damn good one if I may so myself, so step back from the Body and let me do my job.”, he said. Natasha hesitated and then nodded and stepped back. Tony walked over to the Body and inspected it further.

There was the obvious white fluid around his mouth, nothing else. No bruises, cuts or anything, only the white stuff. He was obviously poisoned and Tony moved onto the shattered glass next to him. Whatever had been in it, probably poisoned alcohol, had soaked into the carpet.

He stood up and turned to the nervous/terrified people watching him.

“So, look’s like I’ll have to question all of you!”, he announced and Barton and Rogers had the decency to look offended.

“Why would I kill him?”, Rogers said at the same time Barton said: “It wasn’t me.” Tony only rolled his eyes.

“I decide who in the room is a killer.”,he clarified and then turned to Coulson.

“Coulson, make sure none of them leave or touch anything while I question them.” Coulson nodded and Tony turned to the other people in the room.

“You first”, he pointed at Bruce.

“Me?”, he sputtered and Tony rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry, you’re not any more suspicious than everyone else, I just randomly pointed at someone.”, he assured and Bruce let out a sigh of relief. Tony opened to the door to the kitchen, because it was close by and better than the Broom Closet. Bruce followed him inside without any further complaints. Tony snatched himself a chair and gestured for Bruce to take a seat.

“So, your name, association with the victim, your opinion on him and alibi for the moment of the Death. Oh and everything you noticed too.”

“W-Well, I’m Doctor Bruce Banner and I’m a therapist, I am-or was- currently privately working for Fury as he has shown…violent tendencies, which have been getting worse over the past few months, so I was following him basically everywhere in case, y’know.”, Bruce said. “My relationship to him…He was an annoying patient, rude, violent, but I’ve had multiple of those and after a while we got along pretty well i guess…” Tony wrote that down.

“Alright…Did you notice anything strange? And what were you doing at the party? I’m right assuming it was one? Oh and could you please describe what exactly happened?”, Tony questioned.

“Yeah, you’re right it was a Party, for Furys Birthday. I erm , I was talking to Thor, Fury’s Bodyguard when I suddenly heard a thump. Fury had fallen to the ground and was shaking and twitching for a few seconds, then he just…died.” Tony wrote that down too.

“Alright, thank you. You can go now, send me in someone you think has a motive or was close by to see what happened.” Bruce stood up and nodded.

“I’ll do that…”, he said as he walked out the door.

A few moments later Natasha entered the room and sat down on the chair Bruce had sat mere moments ago.

“Alright, your name-“,

“I didn’t do it.”, she interrupted him.

“I’ll decide that. Now, your name, your association with Fury, your opinion on him, what you were doing and the events out of your perspective.”

“Natasha Romanoff, I’m his Business Partner and a good friend of his.”, she introduced herself. “I was just chatting with him when he got his drink brought. Fury only sipped on it once and fell down a few seconds later. He twitched and shook until he died.”, she explained. Tony wrote that down. Business Partner we’re always suspicious.

“Does his Death somehow help your Business? Or you personally?”, he asks and Natasha glared at him.

“Yes, actually. We we’re CEO’S together and split the money. Now that he’s dead I’ll get all of it, but I don’t need more money. I have enough.”, she insists. He still writes it down, but he doubts it was her.

“Alright then, Red. Send in someone you think is suspicious.”, he says and if glares could kill he would be dead now.
Moments later Rogers enters. GrEaT.

“Alright, i’m gonna need your association with Fury, your opinion on him and what you we’re doing at the party.”, he repeats, leaving out names, because really that was more politeness than anything else and Rogers didn’t deserve his politeness.

“I’m his…son.”, Rogers says slowly and it looks like that sentence physically hurt him. Tony can completely understand why. “He was, well, a good… father and we got along really well. He was violent and easy to anger, but never to me and my… brother or his close friends.”

“Alright… And what we’re you doing when Fury died?”

“I was talking to my…Brother Clint when it happened. Though he went to the Toilet a few minutes before Fury died.”, Rogers says and the glances between the both of them he had noticed a few hours ago made sense now. And to the Toilet?

“Alright. Please send me your Brother next.”

“I will do that…”, Rogers says as he stands up and hurried out the door. Moments later Barton entered and sat down.

“Your association with Fury, your Opinion on him and what you we’re doing at the party.”, Tony asks again.

“I’m his…son. I was talking to my Brother when it happened.”, Barton says.

“Rogers says you were on the toilet a few minutes before it happened?”

“Yeah, I guess.”, he says, then: “ But that doesn’t mean it was me!”

“Yeah, sure, we’ll see. Alright, send in Thor please.”, Tony says and gestures for the door. Barton just glares at him and leaves.
Thor entered after a bit and he looked so lost on what to do that Tony almost let out a laugh. Almost. He wouldn’t want to anger an Alien God Prince.

“Alright, your Opinion on Fury and what you we’re doing when he died.”, he asks again. Having to ask everyone the same stuff was boring. Really boring.

“He was an…my paper said I think he’s an Asshole?. So I think he’s an Asshole.”, Tony couldn’t quite stop the snort that escaped him at that. “And I was talking with Banner.”

“Why did you work for him if he’s an Asshole?”, Tony asks.

“Money.”, Thor says and Tony makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth and writes it down.

“Say, you’re his Bodyguard, right? What happens if he dies? Do you just loose your job?”, he asks and Thor shakes his head.

“I’d have to work for his Children instead.” Interesting.

“Alright. One more thing. Could you show me the Camera Footage?”

***

Loki blinked at the ceiling. It was moving! It moved very very much actually! It wins around itself and changes it size, making figures. It was like a show! He tears his eyes off the Beautiful dance and looks around. There was a chair next him. And Someone sat on the Chair. He squeezed his eyes…It’s Thor! And he was talking too-he squeezed his eyes again-…Stark! And there we’re more people There! He has to tell them about the Ceiling shows!

“The Ceiling makes good shows.”, he tells them. “They’r very pretty.” Someone moves but Loki doesn’t look who it is, instead staring at the ceiling again.

“..Is he high?”, he heard…Stark say. Was he high? He did feel very light…Like the floating ball things.

“Maybe. I had to give him loads of pain medication, but I don’t know enough about his biology to know if it’s enough to make him high.”, that was Banner! He should tell him he feels very high.

“I feel very high. Very, very light!”, he says and he hears Stark groan.

“Yeah, definitely high.”, he says.“But that’s good, it’ll be easier to find out what happened to him.”, Tony then says.

„Loki?“,Thor asks and Loki turns to him.

“Mhm?”

“What happened to you?”, he asks. Loki thinks. A fuzzy memory.

“uh, Fell?” No thats’s not it. “Uh” AH! “No, Jumped!”, he says and there are sharp intakes of air around him. He feels a lot like air right now. Very light. Maybe he’ll fly away? Or will he get sucked up like the other air? That’ll hurt.

“…Why?”,someone asks. Not Thor. Stark! When did he get next to him? OH he should answer!

“Wanted t’ reset.”, he says. He’s getting heavy. Being light was nicer. But at least he won’t get breathed in now!

“Reset?”, someone says. It’s a she. Ah! Natasha!

“Y’s. Mess’d up. Need’d new try.”, he explains.

“Messed up? How did you mess up?”, she asks.

“Don’t rememb’r”, he only knows he did something wrong and needed a new loop. Then he groans.

“What is it?”, Banner asked.

“You s’ved me. I’ll h’ve to do it ag’n.”, he mumbles. He startles when a big hand clutched his own. It feels like Thors.

“No. Loki don’t do that again. It’ll be fine. You don’t have to do that again.”, Thor promises.

“K’ay.”, he says. If it’s to calm Thor down then he won’t jump this time. Or did Thor mean the resets? “C’nt stop reseting th’gh.”, he adds. Just to be sure.

“Reseting?”

“Y’h. It always happ’ns. Somet’mes I’m friends with you. But then it’ll res’t and y’ll hate me aga’n.”

“…Does he means arguments?”, Stark asks someone else.

“Maybe, I don’t know what else he could mean.” Ohhh that’s Rogers! ”But we don’t hate him after fighting.”

“But he could think that…”, Clint says quietly. He doesn’t hear the other parts of the conversation. His head is getting heavier. Loki rests his head on the pillow. It’s very fluffy. Really, Really, Really, very fluffy. Very comfortable. Better than where he starts most loops. He closes his eyes.

“T’e Pillow is n’ce.”, he says.

“ That’s good. Oh- Loki wait, before you sleep, I have a few questions.”, Banner says and Loki forces his eyes open again. Questions are very important. He hopes they’re fast though. He’s very tired.

“Mm’h?”

“Do you think we…hate you..after we argue?”, he asks.

“Dunno. You alr’dy hate me m’st times. A’d I alw’ys reset when you d’dn’t so I don’t know if you h’te me aga’n.”

“Loki, we don’t hate you. And we won’t just because of a fight.”, Natasha says as a-matter-of-factly. ”Why do you think we do?”

“N’w York m’stly.”, he explains in a are-you-dumb-way.

“Loki that wasn’t you.”, Thor says. “That was whoever send you. Not you.”

“B’t I alm’st nev’r tell you. So you always h’te me.”, he slurs and closes his eyes again. “‘M t’red…”, he mumbles. “ ‘Re we d’ne?”

“That-!“, Thor started but Banner interrupts him. “Yes-yes. you can sleep now.” Loki sighes in relief.

“Th’ks…G’dn’ght.”, he whispers, then he falls asleep.

***

„Why, Loki? Why would you do this?!“, Thor asks for the millionth time.

„I wanted Midgards Hotdogs.“, he says, just to see his brothers face. Thors face shifted from anger and grief to confusion, then disbelief and lastly to understanding. Okay He could understand the first four, but why understanding?!?

“I understand, Loki. Midgardian food is certainly something to take it over for!”, Thor says and Loki barely manages to hide his flabbergastion behind a mask of calm. Over five thousand loops and Thor still managed to absolutely be absolutely unpredictable with the most random things. Really, Loki could predict his every move in a fight, but not his Reaction towards the most random things!

“If you understand then you can certainly agree with my actions and will not longer try to stop me.” Thor shakes his head at that.

“I cannot agree with your actions, but if you stop this madness now, I swear I will give you a Hotdog.”, Thor proposes. Loki was fairly certain this was a trap. He didn‘t care.

„You swear?“

„If you close the portal, I swear I will get you one.“, Thor promises. Loki shrugs and slowly hands over the sceptre to his brother, who
takes it with obvious surprise on his face. He probably didn’t think this would work.

“Deal.”, he says. “But it better be the best Hotdog of the whole fucking universe.”

***

“Sir, please put down the spear.”, Fury says, hand on his gun. The man looked at him, at the spear, back at him and at the Spear again, before dropping it on the floor while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “It’s not a spear.” Fury was more surprised he actually listened.

“Should I remove my other weapons at well?”, the man then asked.

“That would be good, yes.”, Fury said, despite not having any Idea where he could have any weapons on him, as none we’re visible.

The man nodded and fiddled with something at his boot, pulling out a small dagger before dropping it on the floor and proceeding to do the same thing on his other boot. He then pulled out another one out of his sleeve. And another one out of the same sleeve. And another one. And Another one. And another one. He repeated the action with his other sleeve and Fury could practically hear the other Agents gape at the man as he pulled out one from somewhere around his shoulder and another one and another one.

That continued for the next five minutes and everyones jar basically dropped to the floor when the man just kept going. How many Daggers did he have?! It continued another minute, Then he finally held up his hands in surrender. At the man’s feet was laying a whole weaponry at this point. Only that it was only a weaponry of knifes, daggers, small swords and the spear.

“Holy shit.”, he heard Barton whisper behind him. Fury silently agreed with him.

“Who are you?”, Fury asked, getting back to his job. The man shrugged.

“Does it matter?”, he asks with something like boredom.

“Yes, it does matter.”

“If you say so. My name is Loki. Loki of Asgard.”, he said and Fury tensed. Great, another god.

“Loki? Brother of Thor?”, Selvig asks and Loki nods.

“Sadly, yes. That oaf is my brother.”, he says, and while Loki looks annoyed, Fury can hear the hidden fondness in his voice. So they got along well? Fury just hoped he wasn’t too much like his Brother. Thor had been a handful.

Despite apparently being the god of Mischief, Loki was cooperative. Sure, he danced around questions, but he followed their orders and didn’t destroy anything or kill anyone, so Fury counted that as a win. After a bit of arguing on Selvigs side, who said that Loki couldn’t be trusted, it was decided to interrogate him. And fury then decided to do it personally, which is how he ended up sitting on a metal chair, on a metal table, with the God of Mischief at the other side of it, who seemed to be somewhere between amused and bored.

“So, Loki, what brings you to earth?”, he starts and Loki shrugs.

“Someone send me here, but I don’t feel like taking over a planet for him.”, Loki says so very casually as if they we’re talking about the weather. Fury tenses. Loki is of asgard. If he was send here by Asgard to take over Earth…

“Take over…Earth.”, he stated and made it sound like a question.

“Correct. He sent me here to do that and steal the Tesseract for him, but like I said, I don’t have any Interest in doing that.”, Loki repeats.

“He?”, Fury asks and Fury can swear he sees the Gods eyes get a bit dark.

“Not the Allfather, for your Information. I haven’t been on Asgard since Thor last left this planet the last time he visited, which was the destruction of that city.”, Loki says and Fury lets out a sigh of relief in the privacy in his mind. But Loki dodged the question.

“You weren’t on Asgard since then?”, Fury asks, because he has a feeling Loki wouldn’t tell him who send him.

“No. Asgard believes me dead.”, he states. “From their side I…fell-“ Fury had a feeling Loki didn’t fall “-of the Bifröst when it was destroyed, which is why he hasn’t come back yet.”, he explains and then adds: “The Bifröst is the only way to travel between worlds.”

Asgard thinks Loki is dead. Loki was thrown(?) off the Bifröst and now send to take over Earth for someone.

“Where did you fall to?”, Fury asks and Loki sits up a bit straighter.

“The Void. It’s…nothing.”, Loki says and fiddles with his hands under the table. “No sound. No Gravity. No air. Nothing.” Now doesn’t that sound delightful? But how was Loki still alive if there was no air?

“How the fuck are you still alive?”, he questions and Loki shrugs.

“I have no Idea. Pure stubbornness of my Magic probably.”, he says and pulls his hands from under the table- AND HOLY FUCK HE HAS A DAGGER. Fury stares at the Dagger.

“How.”, he just asks.

“Well, Magic is basically-”, Loki started.

“Not that. How do you still have a dagger on you?”

Loki shrugs.

“No, how?”

Loki shrugs again.

“You have so many, where do you even keep all of them?”

Loki shrugs again.

“Somewhere”, Loki says.

“How.”

Loki shrugs again.

“HOW?!?”

Chapter Text

Loki wouldn’t say he is bad at fighting, not really. He was quite good at it actually, if he may say so himself. He was quite the dangerous opponent, mostly thanks to his magic and trusted Daggers. He could make Illusions, send out shockwaves of magic, revert a falling building back to its previous glory and more, all without breaking a sweat. It was easy, really. His skill in throwing daggers was also half decent if he may say so himself.

So no, he wasn’t bad at fighting.

But he still wasn’t as good at it as he could be, if he would be able to actually learn more. The events of the last years sadly didn’t make that possible, and the loops had the tendency to start to late to actually be able to ask someone to a spar or fight some actually decent opponents.

Yes, you could argue that Thor and his group of mortals were fairly decent opponents, but really, he mostly only ever met them during the Invasion, and they at that point for some reason don’t want to fight him personally and rather focus on the Chitauri. He was slightly insulted that they thought the chitauri to be a bigger threat than him, but he guessed that was better than all of them attacking him at once. Because while he may easily be able to defend himself against all those mortals, the Hulk and his Brother could, well, actually harm him.

And really, the mortals only got him in the original time because he had let them. He wouldn’t actually be so stupid to start the Invasion right where everyone could see. Or to especially anger the Avengers, even if they weren’t really a threat to him and rather the Chitauri.

Really, Thor should have noticed something was off, but he was getting Distracted.

Point is, anyone he could fight, he by now knows how they react to what and what he should do in a fight against them, simply because he looped right into fights often enough. And yes, that made him fairly better at fighting, but it was still considerably nothing against what he could actually do if he had the time to.

And he had time, but the loops just seemed to have a personal grudge against him, because he almost never started earlier than the middle of the Invasion, which was considerably to late. Everyone already wanted to kill him then, no time for training.

So, every time he looped back at bad times, which was ninety precent of the time, he would instead study his magic. Well, if he wasn’t stuck in a cell. (Which he could easily escape by now. What, did you really think he didn’t spend a couple of loops figuring out how to escape these?)

He already knew a lot about magic, because he had after all studied it multiple years. But he was exactly aware that he knew only a small piece of everything there was, despite reading through the library since he was but a child (He wasn’t even nearly halfway through, and he spent most of the time of his life, which was over one thousand years long, in there.) So, every time he could, he teleported right in there and sometimes spend multiple years in one loop only reading books.

A lot of the things written there were absolutely useless and stupid, but hey, who would have thought that a book about the adventures of a Dragling, a Cat with dragon wings or features, could be so interesting? Loki certainly hand’t.

And when he was, after around a hundred or two very tiring loops, done with reading all of them, he probably knew more about literally anything then everyone else. Who would have thought that there was a word for watching people eat and hoping they’ll offer you some? Apparently that was called Groaking, but Loki wasn’t too sure he trusted that book from Midgard to tell truths.

Most of the things in there we’re stupid, but now he could at least honestly say he read all the books in the library of Asgard, which not even the All-Father had done. He was a bit proud of that.

Of corse when he went to tell the All-Father this, the loop reseted.

Loki was positive Time held a personal grudge against him.

***

(Credit to: Sonicgirllover)

Loki did not know what exactly he changed, but somehow he found himself in the Streets of New York, the very city he tried to take over with giant cats this loop, facing Thanos together with the Avengers. And Thanos had the time stone for some reason. That was probably Loki’s fault. He had killed Strange this loop, but the sorcerer had send away the stone with magic somewhere. Thanos probably killed the poor Bastard who found it. But that gave him an Idea.

Because what else could break a time loop than the Time stone? The damned thing was probably the cause of it in the first place! Loki wondered why he hadn’t thought of that sooner than 2000 loops. But some part of hime didn’t care, because this was a chance. He didn’t care that he only thought of it now, it was a chance to get out of this damned hel.

So, the moment Thanos stepped a foot on the ground, Loki was shot whisks of green magic at him. He walked closer and closer, using magic to whipe the Army and Thanos Children out of the way when they tried to stop him.

Finally, Thanos lurched at him with his sword, but Loki only had to lift his hand and it stopped at his neck. The irony wasn’t lost on him and he couldn’t help the chuckle that came before he could stop it.

Thanos raised his gloved hand, trying to use the stone to revert time, but Loki only lazily flicked his hand and Thanos own blade chopped of his hand. The Titan let out a scream, a mixture of pain and rage, before Loki once again moved his hand and pulled Thanos straight up to his own face.
“Good Riddance, Titan”, he whispered mockingly, then he clenched his fist and the Titans neck was crashed.

The Corpse fell to the floor and Loki gave it a strong kick with his left foot, effectively throwing the Titans Corpse at the feet of his Children. He picked up the gauntlet and while turning back to the Avengers switched out the time stone for an Illusion, while the real one ended in his pocket dimension.

The Avengers were staring at him like he just killed god. He took one look at the gauntlet and back at the Avengers, who tensed immediately.

“Brother, don’t-”, Thor started, but Loki just dropped the gauntlet to the floor and waved him off.

“Don’t bother, Thor. I have no interest in this thing.”, he said and gave the gauntlet a kick, making it land at the feet of the Avengers, who to absolutely no ones surprise looked suspicious and/or surprised. He sighed.

“You should destroy it. Maybe it’ll stick this time. My Magic didn’t work but maybe you have an Idea.”, he said.

“This time?”, Natasha asked and Loki just shrugged. It didn’t matter if they knew now, he could get out now.

“Yeah, this time. It certainly didn’t work when I tried a few years ago.”, he said, twisting the truth as he always did.

“You had that once?!”, Stark exclaimed and Loki turned his back to them.

“Not have it, per se, but I’ve meet Thanos before. A few times.” Yes he certainly didn’t have it, he was killed by it. Big difference.

“You met him-How?”, asked Rogers and Loki shrugged again.

“More often than I would like.”, he said, paused for a second and then added: “What’s the time?” He didn’t get an answer for a few seconds, then Stark hesitantly told him. He had five minutes until the loop would reset.

“Thank you.”, he said and pulled out the time stone.

“How did you meet him?”, someone asks and he considers his options. Eh, he could humour them a bit.

“Before New York was the first time, spend around a year there. I’m sure they-”, he glanced at the Black Order “-can confirm that.”, he says, turning back to them, the Time stone now in his hands and visible for everyone to see.

Everyone tensed immediately.

“You just have to trust me with this.”, Loki says and then activates the power of the stone while using magic to keep everyone in place.

“Loki! What are you doing?!”, Thor demands and Loki smiles at him softly.

“If I get this right, I’ll finally be able to escape this hel. You can do whatever you want with me after, alright? I just want to stop this.”

“Stop what?! Brother, you’re not making sense!”

“It will. I’ll explain it. You have to trust me this once.”, he says, then he snaps his fingers, using the time stone to end this loop. His Personal Hel.

It didn’t work.

The loop didn’t restart, but he knew it didn’t work.

He could still feel the lingering presence of the magic that made this hel. And Loki stared at the Stone.

“No-No-No!”, he stutters out, snapping again and again and again and again. It doesn’t go away. The ever present lingering of the loops was still there. Loki stared at the Stone. It shined greenly. Loki loved green. He didn’t now. Why did it have to be green?

He smashed the stone at the floor.

“You stupid, useless-”, he screams at it, aware that everyone is watching him as if he was a mad man. Loki sure was by now. He steps on the stone with his foot, shattering it, to the protests of various people, who could do nothing but watch as he still had them frozen in place. (He at that point didn’t realise that destroying an Infinity stone was impossible to most of the Universe and hardly manageable for those who could do it.) He stares at the Shards. The Shards were turning grey and loosing their green colour and glow.

Good.

He smiles, a small crazy looking thing.

That thing didn’t deserve that colour.

His smile fell and he stared at the shards in silent fury- or desperation? He didn’t know anymore.

“Why didn’t you work?”, he whispers, sounding completely defeated even to his own ears. “You’re supposed to control time, so why can’t you just undo this?” Silence. (Everyone had stopped shouting and were now staring at him in shock.) Of course it couldn’t answer, it was a fucking stone. And even if it had been sentient, he was positive it was dead now.

“Loki…?”, he hears Thor say. Loki doesn’t look up from the shards of the what he thought was his ticket out of this hel.

“…Loki!”, Thor said again, this time more insistent. Loki looked up.

“What”
Thor was looking at him as if he were mad, a mixture of fear, concern and shock.

“What was that?”, Thor asked, disbelieve and concern lacing his voice.

“I’m pretty sure you all saw what was going on. I took the stone, It didn’t work, I destroyed it because I was frustrated. That’s it.”, They all knew that wasn’t all of it.

“Brother what were you trying to do?”

“End this.”, he says gesturing at their surroundings with his right hand. “End this hel of what you call life. But I can hardly blame you. You don’t know and even if you do you won’t remember. It’s always the first time for you. I envy you, you know? I wish I wouldn’t remember.”

They stared at him like he was mad. And as if he was someone to pity. He huffed.

“Don’t look at me like that.”, he says with annoyance. ”Go ahead and ask. It’s going to reset in like one minute anyways.”

“…Are you stuck in a time loop?”, Stark hesitantly asks after a few moments. Loki chuckles.

“Bingo!”, he chirps with cheer as fake as Odins care for him. Hah, that was a good one mind-him.

“Is that why you… attacked us with cats?”

“Yup! It’s always fun to watch and definitely less destructive then what you fought the original time! It also tends to make you all hate me a lot less.”

“Always. That means you did that multiple times by now.”, Natasha concluded. “How many loops did you live?”

“I don’t know, I stopped particularly counting, but I would say a bit more than two thousand?”, he said-asked, but never got to see their reactions.

The loop ended.

***

Clint narrowed his eyes, letting them follow around his target carefully while waiting for the perfect moment to shoot his arrow. Loki dodged Thors attack easily and grabbed him by his arm, smashing him into the ground effectively a moment later. He immediately jumped back when Stark shot at him and swiftly took his way around all their attacks. It looked like he was dancing with his teammates and Clint hated the way he played with them, but Loki continued to jump and dance around, moving to fast for Clint to have a shot at him.

Thor charged at him again and Loki swiftly jumped up, grabbed his head with his legs and smashed Thor into the ground again and before anyone could use the chance to take a hit Loki was already gone, once again dancing around their attacks.

Thor got back to his feet again, stirring up quite a bit of dust while doing so, which was probably what lead to the loud sneeze that would follow.

“Bless you.”, Loki said while still evading attacks.

“Bless you.”

“Bless you!”

“Bless you.”

“Bless you.”, Clint said, too. After all, just because they were busy fighting didn’t mean they couldn’t all be polite and civil.

Thor continued to aggressively rub his nose and sneezed again. Again a chorus round of bless yous went around. When Thor sneezed again Natasha sighed, while continuing to shoot at Loki with her gun, who still danced around all attacks.

“Don’t worry, I got ya.”, she said and pulled out a pack of tissues with her second hand and handed it to Thor, who gave her a thankful nod while continuing to rub his nose. He took one tissue and sneezed into it hard, then crumbled it and placed it in a pocket somewhere while handing back the pack to Natasha.

“Thank you.”, Thor says and then proceeds to launch himself at Loki again.

***

“What would you do if you were stuck somewhere?”

The Question that started all of this insanity. It looked innocent at first, and really it was, at least until the person who asked it used magic to make everyone answer it. And by everyone Fury meant everyone.

It started with the Shield agent who was the one asked the question by the intruder, whose name they still hadn’t known at that point, that had asked the question calmly, like one may tell a riddle or explain the rules of a game. The Agent had found himself forced to answer with a “I would seek help” and only after he said it realised what he just said.

Then that need to answer spread like a wildfire. Everyone in the room began voicing their answer, varying from person to person. Fury himself had answered with “I would eliminate whoever got me stuck and get the hell out of there”, while Barton had answered with a simple “I would use the resources around me to get out”. When everyone had voiced their thoughts the man hadn’t seemed satisfied, but still disappeared into green glitter without another word.

That was supposed to be the end of it.

But then everyone they got in contact with started answering the question they never heard, and like he said, he meant everyone. Stark, Romanoff, Banner, Coulson, Thor (Supposedly the brother of the Intruder), the Security Council, the fucking president, other random agents, Hill too.

But once everyone was through that was it.

Or so he had thought until everyone in whole fucking New York started answering the question. Hell even Animals started to answer! (in their Animal sounds, but they did, if the fact that the Intruder, Loki, was found listening to a bunch of cats meowing something to him).

And then Thor told them it started on Asgard too. And then on other planets as well, apparently.

Still, the man who caused of all of this didn’t seem satisfied with the answers he got, and he somehow knew them all, even if no one told him personally.

Now, that the whole Universe was through and Loki was being held for trial on Asgard for cursing all of the fucking Universe, Fury questioned just why the man wanted to know that and why he was desperate enough to curse them to get answers.

***
(Credit to: Estella_9)

„Give me the Tesseract.“, Thanos says and Loki can barely restrain himself from rolling his eyes. Really, Thanos was a lot less scarier if you met him a few times. And know that if he kills you you‘ll be just fine. And really, even if he had the Tesseract, which he didn‘t, he left it on Asgard this loop, he wouldn‘t give it to him. Well now he wouldn’t give it to him, so he did the only other sane thing to do in this situation and pulled out the Casket of Ancient Winters and held it out to Thanos.

„That is not the Tesseract.“, Thanos says and this time Loki does roll his eyes.

„Yes, no shit. But it‘s hidden in there.“, he lies and Thanos narrows his eyes at Loki suspiciously.

„By the norns, did you really think I would have it laying around without any protection? That would be plain stupid.“, he reasons. Thanos narrows his eyes again and then nods.

„How do I get the Tesseract out if it.“

„Well, you either know the right magic or you destroy it.“

„I‘m not letting you use magic, Trickster. I‘m no fool.“, Oh but he was! He just walked right into his trap.

„Colour me surprised.“, Loki says with another roll of his eyes as he basically throws the Casket into Thanos Hands. Thanos wastes no time and throws it at the ground.

It‘s like an explosion.

In less than a second a huge Blizzard came out of the Casket and the temperature drops so much that it was even a bit cold for Loki. He didn‘t even want to know how cold Thor must be right now.

Ignoring the screams of range from Thanos and his children Loki narrows his eyes in hopes to find Thor somewhere in the snow that quickly piled up around them. There, a bit away from him, was a pile bigger than the others. There was no way it could have formed this quickly, even with the magic blizzard.

Loki fought his way through the storm and melted the snow with his magic, and sure enough there was Thor under it. He was pale and his lips were a light blue, but he was conscious, which was a plus point. Using his magic he got rid of the metal holding him back and quickly pulled him up. Thor stumbled and Loki let him lean on himself for support.

They slowly made their way through the blizzard, when he swears he heard Thor mumble something.

„What is it?“, Loki asks him and Thor looks him in the face.

„Y‘re blue.“, he mumbles out and Loki looks away.

„I know.“, he says. There was silence for a few moments.

„…Th‘t w‘s smart.“, he heard Thor again and Loki couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. He was aware the Thor was trying to distract him, and he was thankful.

„Aren‘t my plans always?“

„M‘st def‘net‘y not.“

„Why, we both know that they are.“, he can see Thor roll his eyes. Loki was about to answer when he felt the magic in the air change around him. He stilled and let out a sigh.

Thor noticed this.

„L‘ki? Wh‘ts-“

The loop ended.

***

„What‘s a vine?“, Thor asks one day. Peter gets ready to explain it because-

„Wouldn‘t you like to know, weather boy?“, came the swift reply of Loki. Before he can stop it a gasp comes out of Peters mouth. Loki. Knew. Vines. Oh my god?!?

„You know vines?!?“, he shrieks as he climbs over the top of the couch to get to where Loki and Thor are standing.

„Well, yes. What do you take me for? A god who can‘t check in on what’s happening on Midgard all few years? Vines really are one of Midgards greatest Achievements.“ Peter can‘t believe his ears. Loki. Knew. AND. Liked. Vines!!! This was the best day of his life.

„Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg“, he shrieks again and Loki looks at him really amused.

„What, does no one in this damn tower know what vines are?“

Chapter Text

Loki hadn‘t even noticed something was different from usual. 

He hadn‘t changed much too. Killed a few more people, but that was it, or at least he couldn‘t remember anything else that could have made Barton angrier than usual. 

All he knows is that he had been sitting on top of the Stark Tower, watching the Avengers fight the Chitauri and added a little twist here and there. A unbearably hot floor here, a new monster there and occasionally a killer cat, but nothing the Avengers couldn‘t easily deal with. Loki personally found it interesting to watch their reactions to new things, and how creative they could get to get rid of them. Sometimes he questioned how some of those things worked, but he was getting off trac. 

He had let them close the portal, come to get him, that stuff. 

Okay, now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure he knew what he did to change things. He may have impersonated Barton and not Rogers this loop, and hell knew Barton hadn‘t taken it kindly and kind of shoot an arrow at him, which he easily dodged, which had been a big mistake on his side, because whatever the arrow hit instead fucking exploded. He had used magic to push everyone in range away as far as possible, but Loki himself wasn’t included in that. 

Which altogether is how he ended up in this situation. 

Said Situation being having been covered by rubble, not having a way out of it because his magic was preoccupied with his injuries. Said injury being something on his face and neck he couldn’t see, because Norns it was dark under here, but he had a feeling the burning pain, so hot he almost didn’t feel it, on the left side of his face and neck plus the fact he couldn’t open his left eye had something to do with it. 

He was pretty sure the wet stuff on his hand from when he touched his face was blood too. And he was really sure that this made the other wet stuff all over his face blood too. 

Sweet times, honestly. 

Now that he was at sweet, he really wanted chocolate right now. Preferably a muffin. A chocolate one with chocolate sauce. And with rainbow sprinkles on top. And-

Wait, what was he thinking about again? Eh, doesn’t matter, he’ll just un-focus his magic off his injuries and use it to get the fuck out of here. Yes, very smart of him. He would survive. Probably. Eh- No matter. 

Focusing, Loki drew all his energy to his hands and immediately winced and lost focus at the very moment much worse pain decided to show up in his head. But said Pain was better again after a moment because his magic returned to his injuries now that he’d lost focus. 

He let out an annoyed sigh. 

He drew the magic to his hands again and made sure to not let his focus slip this time. He pointedly ignored the pain in is skull and drew more magic into his hands, until most of it was collected there. 

Wait, what had he done that for again? Ah, yes, getting the rubble off of him. Okay.

He concentrated some more and let the magic in his hands explode into a green shockwave. He could feel the rubble getting shoved off him and breathed out a sigh of relief. Furthermore he realised that he had been buried in a way that he was standing now, which honestly saved him from forcing himself up to his feet. 

Looking around he took in the damage. No one seemed hurt, safe from their before injuries and some additional scratches, but his surroundings were completely destroyed. Like, full of rubble, big part of the ceiling gone, giant hole in the floor, stuff like that. And there was lots of glass, which he realised when he looked to his feet. Which had glass sticking in them. 

Great. Just Great. 

He looked over to the Avengers, who were staring at him. Was that shock or something else? It was really hard to see with only one eye that was seeing very blurry too. 

He blinked to maybe get a clearer Image, but it just got blurrier. His functioning eye twitched in annoyance. The Avengers continued to stare at him, but now he saw that most of them looked vaguely sick. 

“What.”, he asks, and it sounds raspy and shaky. And he winces because talking really hurts. Even worse than the pain on his face. 

Thor moves his mouth and said something, but Loki didn’t hear anything. His lip reading also didn’t work because everything was getting blurrier by the second. So he did what any sane person would and asked Thor what he said. 

“What?”, he asks and he cuts himself short because talking…still…hurts. 

He was suddenly getting very very dizzy. He swayed on his feet while everything kept getting blurrier. He could swear Starks mouth moved. Oh and when did Thor come closer? 

Then it was all black. 

Loki slowly opened his eyes, Or, well eye, because his left one didn’t do the job. I mean, to it’s defence there was a bandage over it. 

And he realised he was starring at a ceiling. 

And his head hurt. Never in his looping experience of 9864 times had his head hurt this much. But that sadly also meant he hadn’t started a new loop, and was probably going to have to explain why he saved the very people he just fought minutes ago. Yay. 

Okay, Orientation. Where was he? Loki tried to glance around the room, but he couldn’t see much while laying. 

He groaned and slowly moved his hands to lift himself up. Which too hurt like a bitch. Now though he could see the room he was in, so that’s worth a bit of pain. 

Said room was white, with medical machines and tools laying around. And he knew, just because  he was laying in this room in a lot of loops, that this was the Medbay of the Stark Tower. 

Okay, now that that was cleared up, he looked down at himself. 

Okay, so, first things first, he wasn’t wearing his leather armour anymore, but instead a T-Shirt far to big for him. Okay, that wasn’t the first time that had happened either. 

So, next, his hands were bandaged, but not very tight, so it definitely wasn’t a bad injury. His feet were the same, though bandages tighter. He vaguely remembers having glass in them, but that wasn’t too bad. 

So, his chest. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel that it was, partly, bandaged. Not very tight around his stomach, but tighter further up. 

His neck and left half of his face were probably bandaged the tightest, and needed a lot of them if the heaviness was anything to go by.

And he was pretty sure he had a concussion. 

Okay, all together, he could still walk. Probably. He should test that. 

He moved his right leg first, then the left one. Okay. Standing he could. He was a lot bit shaky but he could do it. Alright. 

First his left foot.

…

Did it always take that much concentrating to move his legs? Okay, he could do this. He just needed to. Focus. 

Focus. 

Okay, nope, it didn’t work. 

So, plan escaping so he doesn’t have to explain anything was out the window. He sat down again. Okay, what could-

The Door was thrown open and Loki started, grabbing the next best thing in his reach, a Scissor. Why those were left in the room, along with the knifes just out of his reach, was over him, but okay. He wouldn’t complain. 

He didn’t notice he had zoned out until the scissor was snapped from his hands. He blinked. Thor. Yes, that looked like Thor. Right? Yes, blonde hair, looking at him with concern, that was Thor. He let himself relax the tiniest bit. 

“-Loki!”, Loki startled. 

“Hm?”, Loki questioned. 

“Jarvis, a ghost of this tower, alerted Bruce. He’ll take a look at you.”

“Jarvi’s n’t a ghost. Hes n’ AI”, was the first thing Loki blurted out as an answer. He noticed his voice slurring and huffed in annoyance, then cleared his throat, which hurt quite a bit, and spoke again. 

“Jarvis isn’t a Ghost.”, he says, slow and raspy, and it hurts, but is understandable. “He’s an AI.” 

“Loki, that is hardly important right.-”

“No. It’s very important.”, he insists. 

“Loki-”, Thor was interrupted by the door getting opened again and Banner walking in, his brows furrowed. 

“Okay, you’re really awake. That-That, okay.”, Banner takes a deep breath and focuses on Loki. 

“Uhm, can I?”, he asks and Loki shrugs, much to the horror of Banner if the gasp was anything to go by. 

“You shouldn’t move. Like at all. I have no Idea how you even managed to sit up.”, He says bewildered as he hurries over to Loki. “Or be awake for that matter. It hasn’t even nearly been a day! How is that even possible?!”

Loki chuckled at the man’s bewilderment, then winced because, you guessed it, it hurts. Then he lets out a groan of annoyance at that, and would you look at that, it hurt too. This was getting really annoying. 

He glanced at Banner, who was changing the Bandages on his arms. After he was done Banner sat down and scratched his head awkwardly. 

“Uhm…about your left eye…”,he begins awkwardly. Loki automatically brings his hand up to it. He notices Thor getting tense next to him and tilts his head at both of them, hoping they would get it. They did, as Banner hesitantly continued. 

“It’s uh, because you we’re right next to the explosion it’s-it’s uh blind.”, Banner says and Loki stills. He closes his right eye and scans his body with his magic-and sure enough, his left eye had zero function. Huh.

Oh. 

Oh. 

His left eye was blind. That was not ideal. Well, it’s gonna reset but… huh. What exactly did explode that this happened? He had been close to explosions before, but he never went partly blind because of them. 

Maybe it was the thing that exploded? Some Acid maybe? Or alcohol. He had been standing next to the Alcohol. Maybe it got into his eye and then exploded?… Not a nice picture. But he was sure he would have noticed that when he was buried. Or not, if he was honest. He had a pretty bad Concussion. He very visibly remembered thinking about Muffins-

“Uhm-Muffins?”,he heard Thor ask. -and about dying ag-

OH, had he said that loud?

“You did.”

Oh damn he did it again. 

“Yes you did.”

Again?

“Yeah.” 

Hm. 

Anyways, back to being concussed. 

“You are still concussed now, by the way.”,Banner informed. 

Yes, he was aware. 

“Uh, good I guess?”

Oh-again?

“Brother you should rest.”

No he did really not want to. 

Banner chuckled as Thor looked at him with a deadpan. 

Did he say that loud again?

“That you did, Brother.” 

This was getting really annoying. 

“I can imagine.”

Seriously?!

“Yeah.”

Okay, maybe he should rest. But he had some questions first. 

“Should I get everyone else?”, Jarvis asked through the ceiling. 

Loki shrugged. Why not? 

“The others have been informed and are on their way.” 

The room was silent after. At least until the Door was opened and Stark, together with Romanoff and Barton stepped in and Rogers a few moments later. Stark sat down on a chair, looking far to relaxed for this situation. Loki though saw the tenseness in his shoulders, no matter how relaxed he may pretend to be. 

They all stared at him and he resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. Instead he stared right back. 

“…You saved us.”, Stark says after a few moments of silence. Loki raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Did I?”, he asks, mostly himself, trying to remember. Oh, right, he shoved them out of the way via magic. Yeah, that counts as saving. Any mortal would not have survived that explosion as close up as he had been. 

“Yeah, shoved us out the way with some green power.”, Barton says, and he looks like admitting that Loki did in fact do that physically hurt him. “Why?”

Loki shrugged. 

“I didn’t want you to die.”, he says as a matter of factly. That was the truth at least. He had grown close to them in enough loops for it to not be a enjoyable sight. Loki himself dying happened more often than not, he kind of lost his fear of it, but their deaths… It’s not something he wants.  Not anymore. (He remembers the loops after realising he wouldn’t get out of them. He had went completely rouge in more than one.)

“…Why? We were arresting you. You fought us. Tried to kill us. Tried to take over our planet.”, Barton sounded suspicious. 

“But I didn’t want you to die. I only made you fight things I knew you could beat.” Loki’s voice was starting to hurt more. 

“But why?”

“Uh, because always when one of you dies it’s like watching a real life drama?”, he lies. Okay it was partly the truth. “Honestly, at this point I know what each of you will say in every situation to everyone here dying, to every causes of death you have the chance to die without me interfering. You all really should be called “the always dying” or something, with how often you all do that. Hence why I don’t want you all to die.”, 

He only after talking realises he probably sounds like a mad man. 

“I watched a few versions of the future.”, he hastily added. “Using, you know, magic.” His Voice really hurt a lot now.  

“…You did what now?!?”

After that whole thing was done, and it took a few hours to convince them while minimising speaking, until midway through a sentence he just physically couldn’t anymore, from which point on he had written them things. Which took long because his hands were shaking a lot. 

After that he had gone to sleep, welcoming the darkness after the chaoticness of explaining, mostly lying, to the Avengers.  

At some point when he was alone, he removed the Bandages on his neck and Face. The Scar was big and ugly, covering his entire left face, starting somewhere under his hair and going down all the way to his neck and a bit on his Shoulder. His left eye stared at him, milky and unfocused. 

…

He had never been so glad Scars don’t stay over loops. This would have been really hard to explain. 

***

Thor threw his hammer at Loki, effectively pinning him to the wall. Thor let out a breath of relief. This was it. Loki was stuck. He couldn’t es-

Loki grabs Mjölnir and lays it down on the floor next to him with a pat.

Thor sputters. 

“WHAT?! LOKI-WHAT. HOW?! YOU’RE WORTHY?!?” Loki looks at him with a deadpan. 

“Really, I’m not, I just give Mjölnir pats every time I see that stupid hammer and talk to it, mostly because I was bored but now I feel bad for it, having no one to talk to, so I just regularly stop by and tell it about things and in return it declared me worthy of lifting it. And really, you should talk to your poor hammer more. It’s really lonely. So It’s more of a deal than being worthy, but I guess you could put it that way.”

Thor did, in fact, not know what to say. Mjölnir could understand him?! And wanted someone to talk to it??? Huh. 

“Huh. Is that true, Mjölnir?”, he asks the hammer, which in response fly’s up to him and tilted in a way that resembled nodding. 

Huh. 

Who would’ve thought. 

Now…

“I’M SO PROUD OF YOU BROTHER!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING WORTHY!!!!”

Loki looked like he regretted all his life decisions. 

***

Stalling. 

If he stalled enough, he, the Intruder and the Tesseract would all be buried here. So, he let the Intruder talk and to absolutely no ones surprise he talked about being superior and stepping on them. 

„You want to step on us?“

The man opened his mouth, but no sound left it. The Man looked like the human-or Asgardian- version of a blue screen. He blinked. Then he closed his mouth and blinked again. Fury couldn‘t help but note that his eyes, that had been icy blue before, were now green. Shapeshifting? 

Well, it wasn‘t important anyways, he just needed to stall a bit longer-

„Sir, Fury is trying to stall-“

„Yes, I am aware.“ 

Now it was Fury‘s time to blue screen. Why die the man listen to him then? 

„Well, I would encourage you to keep talking but I don’t think it would work-“

„Actually, may I keep talking?“, the Intruder interrupted. Fury blue screened once again. The man seemed to take his silence as a yes and promptly started talking. 

„Great! Now where should I start…“, he pondered for a second. „Ah! How about my Brother! Well, his name is Thor and he‘s an oaf!! Completely stupid! He‘s always all „oH lOkI! wHy ArE yOu DoInG tHis“ and stuff!! It get‘s so annoying after you heard it the first few times, but he never remembers that so he does it again and again and again and it get‘s so fucking annoying! Really, he almost never pieces together anything!!! Not even if I basically lay it out in front of him! But then sometimes he just sees the smallest clue and just-FIGURES IT OUT! IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!”

Fury was very confused, but what he gathered was that Thor was pretty stupid, sometimes unreasonably smart and that Loki has a lot of secrets if Thor has and hasn’t figured out that many. And that Thor apparently tried to talk sense into his brother a few times. 

“And when he does find out, he’s INSUFFERABLE! Like, I appreciate the concern, but you’re a tiny bit late with it, because I have been over it for years by now! Really, I get tortured every few tries, it’s not that fucking important!!! It happens all the time! So I do NOT GET HIS FUCKING CONCERN!!! ESPECIALLY, when it’s HIS FREAKING FAULT SOMETIMES!!” 

“And norns, Thanos is a different breed of a pain in the ass!! I’ve had loops where he hunted me for years because I stole his freaking Sword, but when I betray him he just shows up in a few years, kills me and repeat!!! HE ONE TIME TOLD ME I SHOULD GET HELP!”,Loki laughed hysterically. “MY TORTURER TOLD ME TO FUCKING GET HELP!!!”

What the fuck. 

“But he’s just-whatever. The real annoyance is trying to talk to Stark after New York! He’s all “lOkI, yOu ThReW mE oUt A wInDow”! Bitch, I didn’t do that in years and the only reason I originally did it was because I was being mind controlled?! Like, please, not even THOR REALISES THAT MY EYES ARE A FUCKING DIFFERENT COLOUR EVEN THOUGH WE LITERALLY GREW UP TOGETHER-“

***

Tony stared. 

The cat stared back. 

Tony blinked.

The cat blinked. 

Tony tilted his head.

The cat tilted it’s head. 

“Huh”, Tony said. 

“Meow (Bitch)”, the cat said. 

Huh. Looked like this cat was as smart as Bruce insisted it was. 

The cat in question was completely black, with a white dot on it’s right front paw and green eyes. Not lime-green green, but bright piercing green. 

Said cat was also everything Bruce talked about for the past week. 

The first time they met it had stolen Bruce’s Sandwich and scratched him when he tried to get it back. He had then later at the Tower talked about how thin the cat had been and that had been why he let it keep his sandwich. Tony personally assumed it was because he hadn’t been able to get the Sandwich back, but who was he to judge. 

The next day, Bruce had surprisingly met it again. Though this time he reported that it broke into his fucking Room and sat on his bed, refusing to leave. No matter what Bruce had tried, be it lifting the cat up (That was met with furious scratches and bites. Bruce didn’t try a second time) or giving it cat food (The cat had sniffed at it and then thrown it at Bruce’s face with it’s paw), nothing worked. 

That was until Bruce had Breakfast in his bedroom, to make sure the cat didn’t break anything, that the cat had jumped up, snatched Bruce’s Omelette and spilled over his coffee, then effectively drinking it from the carpet. After that it left, not to be seen again until it was Lunch time. (Bruce just cooperated and gave it his salad and then got himself a new one). 

Wednesday it followed him to the lab and watched Bruce work. At first Bruce had tried to get it out, because that was dangerous, there chemicals and stuff, but the cat once again won and was allowed to stay, not without a promise not to break anything. (The cat had apparently nodded at that???) Then Thor had arrived and the cat ran like he was the pest ( it probably just really didn’t like the thunder he made when he arrived). 

Thor had then told them that Loki was dead, dying to save him and avenger their mother, who was also dead?! He really felt bad for Thor, but he just couldn’t get over the Loki saved his life part. But Thor wouldn’t (Tony wasn’t sure if he could convincingly) lie, so they just took it, changed Loki’s state in his file to deceased and accepted that he had changed in prison. (The cat had only come back after Thor left)

The next day, the cat had stolen Bruce’s food again and apparently accidentally spilled over a glass with chemicals, leading to it mixing with something else what was apparently had been exactly what Bruce had been searching for the past few weeks. Bruce insisted the cat knew what it was doing, while the rest of the team and literally anyone else called him insane because a cat couldn’t be that smart. 

To prove his point, Bruce had gotten the cat to help him the next day (by bribing it with Sandwiches), and the cat accidentally spilled over three more things, all leading to new discoveries or being what Bruce searched for. Still, Tony couldn’t really believe it, so he convinced Bruce to bring him the cat the next day. 

And now that he had meet it, holy shit Bruce was right. 

Tony had (per instruction book called “how to deal with Menace (the cats name)”), bribed it with Food (cheeseburgers) and then told it his problem with the new blueprint. The cat had then proceeded to accidentally draw a whole fucking new one with a claw dipped in ink. In five fucking minutes. 

Which is why he was currently starring at it. 

“Are you sure you’re a cat?”

“Meow! Meow, meow, Meow!!! Meow? (Of course I am a cat!! Are you blind???”, it sounded offended. 

“Damn Sorry, but did you use to be a human or something?” 

“Meow! Meow, Meow, Meow!!! (Most certainly not!!) ”, it sounded really close to scratching out his eye. 

“Okay, not a human turned cat then.”, he thought for a moment. “Did you get hit by a brick and it somehow gave you braincells or something like that?”

“Meow!!!!! (Excuse me?!)”, it sounded even more offended. 

“Okay… you were always smart then.”

“Meow (Yes, finally.)”, Menace sounded satisfied. 

“Okay… That’s kinda creepy. Are all Cat’s as smart as you?” 

“Meow (no).”, it meowed, though this time it sounded a bit sad. 

“No?”

A nod. 

“Huh… That was probably lonely.” 

The cat shrugged-it shrugged, fucking god- and jumped down the table it was currently sitting on and walked up to the bag where the Cheeseburger he had brought Menace had been in. 

It lifted its paw and pointed at the bag. 

“Meow? (More?)”

“Do you want another one-No! That can’t be healthy for a cat! Besides, you only did one thing for me, so you’ll have to wait!”

The Cat starred at him. It then proceeded to scratch something into his metal table. 

“Questions answered”, it spelled. 

Oh. 

Well shit. 

The cat was to fucking smart.

***

(Murder Mystery you say?: Part 2)

Tony starred at what was supposed to be the Security Footage. Next to him Coulson starred at what was supposed to be the Security Footage, just like Thor starred at what was supposed to be the Security footage. 

Someone please tell him this was supposed to be a joke, because if it wasn’t he had just gotten Rickrolled by the murderer. 

“…Please tell me you did that.”, he asked, turning to Thor. 

“I uh- didn’t… What does it mean?”

“…It’s not important, just ,uh, delete that and tell me who has access to the footage.” 

“Only me. I uh, don’t know how this-whatever this is- could have happened.”, Thor said and Tony was inclined to believe him, because he very much doubted Thor could lie convincingly, even if he really tried too. 

“Then how did the killer get in here?”, asked Coulson. “Did you loose your Keys at some point?” At the words Thor seemed to remember something. 

“Yeah, a few hours before the feast I misplaced them, but Rogers brought them to me.” 

Now that was highly suspicious. 

“Rogers? As in the… son of Fury?”, Coulson asked, he too looking like saying that physically hurt him. 

“Indeed. He said he found them on the ground near the here.” 

“Interesting… I will go question him about it… Is there Security Footage from around the time you lost the keys?”

The screen flickered and showed the Hallway before the office. 

“It seems so.”, Thor said. 

They watch the footage. For a while nothing happens, then Thor is seen walking by, at the same time as Natasha. They’re talking. The Footage doesn’t have audio, so he doesn’t know what about, but they seem to enjoy themselves, so probably no Murder plans. -Coulson excuses himself to the toilet midway through- but Tony keeps watching. Natasha at one point more or less bumps into Thor’s shoulder, and if he looked close enough he could see her hand snatching the keys. 

That means Natasha was the ki-

A scream. 

Tony startles, Thor does too, then they run in the direction it came from. On their way they ran into Coulson. 

“What the hell was that?”, Coulson asked and Tony shrugged.

“Hopefully not another murder.”

It is, in fact, another murder. The body laying on the ground, a pole of blood under it, freely flowing from the sliced throat, is Barton. Next to him laid a Dagger of some sorts, completely covered in blood.  

The Person who had screamed was Steve. 

A few moments later Bruce and Natasha arrive. 

No one is covered in blood. 

“Security Footage.”, Tony blurted out and runs back to the room together with everyone else. 

He opened the right camera to see-There was an Rickroll. Again. 

Great. 

How in the fucking hell had the killer managed that? Not having any blood on them, deleting camera footage and replacing it with a Rickroll, then arriving so quickly it wasn’t suspicious. 

That killer had to be the god of being unsuspicious or something like that!

***

Loki starred at the flames. 

They were a beautiful mixture of red, orange and yellow, the three colours winding around each other in a beautiful dance. 

Was it petty that he was making a point of analysing the flames instead of admitting what happened? Definitely. Did he care? Not much, he had been even more petty in the past, so it was fine. 

But really, it wasn’t his fault that the Toaster didn’t work. He had closely followed the instructions and it still somehow exploded, so it wasn’t really his fault! The damn thing was probably broken. 

He’ll just remember to to use that one next time. 

And the fire wasn’t even that bad. 

It hand’t left New York and it probably wouldn’t, so he hadn’t accidentally sealed Midgards faith either, so it was fine.

For some reason though, the Avengers thought differently. But they should be grateful! The fire had destroyed the Machine to open the portal, so they didn’t need to fight an Alien Army! They should really be glad. 

But no, they were yelling at him for destroying New York. 

He hadn’t done it, the Fire had. It’s not like he had wanted it to start. 

So ungrateful!

***

(First part is inspired by something I saw on Pinterest once)

Tony starred at the Security Footage of his kitchen, which he had decided to watch because he was bored. 

Said Footage was now showing Loki in his kitchen at exactly 3:04 a.m., making a Nutella sandwich. 

What the fuck. 

“Jarvis, why didn’t you tell me about this?? Is this a regular thing????”, he asked the AI. 

“Well, no. Normally he is at the Pentagon, always at 3:04-3;07 a.m. and 5:00-5:10 a.m on Sundays, but yesterday they had run out of Toast.”

“Excuse mE wHat-“

—

Fury looked the Agent in the eyes. 

Said Agents swallowed nervously. 

“Mind explaining”, Fury said “Why Loki, the guy who tried to take over Earth a few months ago, is seen on the Camera Footage of Area 51, the Area you are the boss of, making himself a Nutella sandwich in the kitchen?”

The agent opened his mouth, but Fury interrupted him. 

“Don’t even try to say you didn’t know. There is also Footage of you and several other Agents talking to him. What exactly is “Nutella Sandwich”? Don’t even try to lie to me and say it’s because he’s making himself one. Is it a code name? For a project? A weapon?” 

“I- uh, it’s just because Mr. Loki always makes himself one at exactly 3:04 a.m? Sometimes he just, uh, appears and does that and we just happen to, uh, talk a bit, sometimes.”

Fury slammed down his hands on the metal table, making the Agent flinch. 

“What is Nutella Sandwich?” 

“I’m telling you it’s not a code for anything-“

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not-“

“You have one more chance. What is Nutella Sandwich?”

“It’s not anything-!”

“Fine, you wanted it this way.” Fury turned to an Agent guarding the Door. “Tell them to get the Tickle Maschine.”

“Oh-Oh, no no, wait-!”

—

When Fury returned to the Helicarrier and checked the security Footage of the kitchen, even though he knew that even though Loki had sneaked into Area 51 and Starks Tower, there was simply no way he could sneak into the Helicarrier, he had been met with Loki in the kitchen at 3:25 a.m. yesterday and every few days before. 

And he once again had talked to people, but no one had reported him for some reason. 

When he questioned people about it and tried telling them that Loki was a terrorist, he was met with an surprisingly strong sense of protection by all of them, each telling him that he misread the situation and that if he got Loki to trust him enough he would tell him what actually happened and that they wouldn’t tell Fury what Loki had told them with even if he tortured them. 

Which he didn’t, but had been tempted to try out. 

—

Fury let out an exhausted sigh. 

On the other side of the table Hill crossed her arms in front of her chest, looking entirely unamused with him. 

“Really? You too?” , he asked, somewhat exaggerated. Though, could you really blame him? Over half of the agents on the Helicarrier defended loki like their life depended on it the second someone said one bad thing about him! 

“Yeah, me too.”, Hill said, sounding entirely unimpressed. “And if you would talk to him you would know I- we- are in the right.”

“I do not think that.”, Fury disagreed. “I think he either influences your mind or fed you with lies.” 

“With all due respect Director Fury, if you think that you are a fucking Moron.” 

“Excuse me?”

“What I said.”

“This just proves my point!”

“It does not.”

“Yes it does.”

“No- it doesn’t even have anything to do with Loki!”

“See? There it is! A few months ago you wouldn’t say anything in defence for him!”

“Well, back the I didn’t have all the informations!”

“And what are all the informations?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not something you go telling around. Either he tells you or you’ll never know.” 

—

“God, the Loki infection thing is so annoying!”, he complained.

“Hey, leave the kid alone!”, Carol snapped immediately. Fury sputtered. 

“What?”

“You heard me! Fury, I respect you, but the kid is off limits.”

“What- Kid? He’s an adult and a terrorist!”

“Oh, I take it you haven’t talked to him yet?”

“No- I’m not planning to either. Everyone he talks to gets infected or something.” 

“We’re not infected, we just know some things that you don’t. So please Fury, with all due respect, leave it the fuck alone.” 

Fury spluttered again. 

“Why do you keep calling him kid!? He’s an adult for fuck’s sake!”

“Uh, no he’s not? I calculated it and in Human years he’s around 16-18.” 

“WHAT-“

—

Fury felt like he had failed somehow. 

It was all he could think about. 

His conversation with Stark had long become an rambling spree of Stark while Fury zoned out and thought about the whole Loki thing. 

“-and he popped in twice to make himself a Nutella sandwich now! I’m so proud that the kid returned to New York more often, despite the bad memories-“

“Stark, please tell me you’re not talking about Loki.”

“Uh, who else would I be talking about?” 

Fury snatched himself his scream-in pillow (he had started to keep it around him after more and more people started to act like Loki was a kid with candy rather than a terrorist that tried to to take over the world) and screamed. 

—

One time Fury had, to test how many people Loki influenced by now, loudly screamed “Loki is evil”. 

The whole Helicarrier had assembled (those who couldn’t because it would stop working without them had told the ones who came to hit whoever said that for them), weapons in their hands and ready to harm whoever had said it. (Fury had lied and said it was a test to see if they we’re really loyal to Loki) 

—

Fury speeded up to Barton’s current apartment. 

If anyone still hated the man it had to be Barton.

And Fury really needed to complain to someone about the whole thing right now. 

Petty? Yes. 

Did he care? No.

He got out of the car and knocked at the door, which was opened moments later by Barton. 

“Director?”

“Barton. I need to talk to you about something.” Barton frowned. 

“Come in.”

Fury followed him inside and sat down on the couch, Barton next to him. 

“What is it? Another Alien Invasion?”, the man asked. 

“No, it’s about Loki.” Bartons face changed at the mention of Loki. 

“Oh, are you here to tell me I shouldn’t hate him? Don’t worry about it, I already talked with the kid and apologised for hating him. He didn’t deserve that after all.”

Fury smacked him with a pillow hard.

—

Fury waited in the kitchen. 

A green light and Loki appeared, wearing the same dark green hoodie he had been wearing on the latest few nightly footages of him.

He didn’t seem surprised to see Fury waiting, instead he gave an amused smile. 

“I wondered when you were going to show up.”

“Shut up and talk.”

—

Fury didn’t feel bad for Loki. No he didn’t. He did not. 

It’s just heartbreaking to hear the kid talk about Thanos, what happened to him and show him the scars as prove. 

So what if Fury wanted to strangle Thanos? The titan was a mass murderer and a threat to earth. It did not have anything to do with the ki- Loki.

So what if he cleared Loki’s criminal record and made sure the Government would welcome him wherever he went? He didn’t care, he just thought, since Loki could break into everything, why not make it official he was allowed there. 

So what if he was happy to see the kid in the kitchen every few nights? It was just a Nutella Bread, it couldn’t be that bad. 

Fury did not care. 

He did not. 

—

Fury was walking through the rows of the grocery store, when he overheard a conversation. 

“Honestly, why didn’t they arrest him yet?? He’s a terrorist! He tried to take over earth and killed my wife in his stupid attack!”, one of the guys said. 

“Yeah, I don’t get that!”, the other agreed. 

“Well, you two are just assholes.”, they both turned to Fury with a startle.”The kid did not deserve what happened to him and he is innocent. He’s smart, maybe a bit adorable at times, and you don’t even know him. If you would talk to Loki you would not think like that.”

He gave them a middle finger and went on shopping. 

Okay, maybe he did care. 

Chapter Text

(Haunting the Tower [Remake]: Part 1/1) (or: How Loki found out being a Ghost was an option)

Loki starred at his body with a mixture of horror, shame and amusement. Mostly shame though. How the fuck did he manage to mess up a spell this badly? Not even Thor with his short as fuck memory would have made that mistake! Loki then glanced at his Brother. This was, all things considered, Thor’s fault. 

Loki had just been trying to teleport away! As often he had been muttering his spell to do so, careful not to alert the Avengers while doing so. But after he had done it so often, he had become a bit careless, which to his utter shame, made Thor realise he was doing something. Why? Well, he had maybe muttered a bit louder this time, but it was still barely hearable. He had, to be fair, forgotten that Thor stood closer to him than usual. 

Thor had, upon noticing what Loki was doing, tried to stop him. By using that fucking muzzle! Loki did not like that muzzle, the many times he had to wear it had been enough, thank you very much. So, Loki had, in his panic, said a word wrong. One word! Normally, that would cancel a spell, as they had to be exactly correct, but to Loki’s luck, or rather lack of it, there had been a spell exactly like the wrong one he had said. 

There had been a bright green light, and he had opened his eyes to his own body laying on the floor. After blinking once and sorting his thoughts, he had realised that this wasn’t his body, but rather his corpse. His fucking corpse. 

Which, all things considered, should not be fucking possible! Loops reseted when he died! And he was, right now, starring at his corpse! So, by simple logic, the loop should restart, which it did not! 

For one brief moment he thought he was out, but then he realised the ever present hum of magic had still been there. 

He shook his head and went back to analysing the situation. He was a ghost. Or a spirit of some kind. Why he thought that? Well, he could look through himself and he didn’t have a shadow. Glancing around, the Avengers were all starring at his Corpse, with Thor by his Corpse and the others positively freaking out.

It looked like they couldn’t see him, but just to be sure he walked up to Rogers and showed him a middle finger for the cat he had stepped on last loop. Rogers did not react in any way, his eyes not even focusing on him. 

Okay, he was a ghost for the next-whenever this loop reseted. 

Now, could he touch things? 

He walked over to the wall of alcohol Stark had and eyed the bottles, briefly wondering which one getting destroyed would annoy Stark the most. He had no Idea. So, in his good old Loki fashion, he tried to push out all of them with one arm scoop. His arm did not go through the bottles, effectively making all of them crash on the ground. 

“My Alcohol!”, shrieked Stark, immediately getting himself looks of annoyance by everyone in the room. 

“Stark, your Alcohol is hardly important right now.”, said Rogers. 

“What do you mean my Alcohol is not important? It’s very important!”

“Stark.”, Romanoff said, dead serious. The man in question shut up rather quickly before sighing and gesturing to Lokis Corpse. 

“Yeah, sorry. Back to Reindeer Games.”

“Thank you. Now, do we know of this is an Illusion or-?”

“He doesn’t have a heartbeat, Clint. That’s hardly something an Illusion could fake.”, Natasha said. 

“I don’t know! Maybe they can! It’s not like we know anything about magic. I just find it a bit hard to believe that he would just kil-“, Clint stopped, shooting a look to Thor, who was standing still, starring at Lokis corpse. “-that he would just die like that.”, he then awkwardly finished. 

There was silence for a moment. 

“…Thor?”, Natasha asked carefully. Thor snapped his head at her. 

“Yes?”

“Can Loki use Illusions to-?”

“Lokis Illusions break at touch.”, he interrupted, then starred back at Loki.

Awkward silence. 

“So he…died. Using uhm, magic.”, Stark said awkwardly. 

“Yes…”, Thor whispered. 

The room was silent once again. 

Loki groaned. This was all so sappy! 

Loki walked towards the window, not wanting to listen to this any further. He, on his way, walked through the table, confirming to him that to touch something he had to want to. Loki phased through the window. 

And was promptly pulled back by green whisks of magic. 

He stumbled, just barely catching himself. 

“No.”, he said and tried to walk through the window again, getting in the same result. 

Well, Fuck. 

So he couldn’t leave the Tower. Great. Fabulous. He had to witness the Avengers sappy stuff now. Ew.

It was moments like this he wished he could die and restart the loop. Maybe jump off the tower, but since he couldn‘t even leave it-yeah. 

Wait, why the fuck did he suddenly look like an corpse? Oh-wait he had read about that once. Ghost change their appearance based on thoughts, right? If that was the case…yup, he was wearing a dark green hoodie with a gold symbol, which translated to Seidir. In his head was now also a golden headband with too golden horns on them. 

All together, he achieved his goal of looking harmless. Because he had just had a fabulous Idea. Granted, it would only work if he could somehow get himself visible, but it was genius! 

He had, a few hundred years ago, read that some ghost ended up without memories, or missing part of them. It had been confirmed that some ghost only remembered good things, while other only remembered bad things and others didn’t remember anything or everything, but it was never confirmed what the factors were to decide what and what not one would remember. 

Loki himself had theorised about it for a few weeks, before ultimately giving up since there just wasn’t enough information. 

Back to his Idea- Loki would act amnesic! More specifically, only let himself remember bad memories! It would be particularly fun, and , maybe, he could try out only happy memories or none at all the next loop! 

Either way, he concentrated and imagined being visible. He wasn’t sure if it had worked…Someone yelped in surprise. Looking to the Avengers, he realised that they were now all starring at him, back at the Corpse and back to him. Loki shifted on his feet uncomfortably. 

“What the fuck.” 

***

Thor looked up at the sky, to the trees, then at the Sun and lastly at Loki, who was sitting on a blanket in the middle of the park. 

“Loki.”

“Thor”, Loki replied mockingly. 

“Why.”, asked Thor with no small amount of exaggeration. 

“Why what?”, Loki asked, face perfectly innocent. 

Thor gestured at the pink sky, the purple sun, the trees made of stone and the blanket Loki sat on, which was actually a giant snake. “That.”

“Oh that, yeah that was already like this when I arrived. I didn’t know Midgard was on World rearranging level yet and their colour choices are…questionable, but hey, if that’s Midgards style I won’t stop them.”

“Loki”, the single word was spoken with an unreasonable amount of exaggeration. “Midgard changed when you arrived. We know you did it.” Loki raised an eyebrow. 

“You are aware that to rearrange worlds, one would need seidir stronger than mine, right? I hadn’t had enough time to study Magic that far, I threw myself of the Bifröst before I could, remember?”

“…If you haven’t done it, why does Midgard look like this?”

Loki hummed. 

“You may want to tell your friends not to play with the Tesseract again. Next time they could replace Humans with bees or something like that. Or get rid of all water. Oh and I suppose the things on the side I came from would want trough too.” 

Thor was getting mad now. How one knew? The sky was clouding up and it started thundering. Oh and it started raining. 

Thor flinched back when the rain hit him. 

“Is that…Glitter?”, he asked no one in particular, but Loki still went out of his way to answer him. 

“Yes, it would seem so. The Scene looks quite magnificent, does it?”

“Loki-”

“Why the fuck is it raining Glitter.”, Stark interrupted. Loki turned to him with a grin that looked only slightly mad. 

“Because Shield, as you call it, played around with the Tesseract!” Stark stared at Loki for a moment, then he cursed. 

“Fury you fucker.”

***

(A Ghost a second time: Part 1) 

Thor whirled around.

There was no one behind him. 

Just to check if it were anyone invisible, he waved around his hand, but nothing was there. 

Thor sighed. 

Of course there wasn’t, Loki was dead. 

And if he heard his Brothers voice than that was just Thor imagining things. 

—

Stark stared at Thor. 

Thor stared at Stark. 

“Okay. You’re telling me Asgard was attacked, your Mother died-sorry about that by the way- so you broke out your Brother, the guy who tried to take over earth not too long ago, and got him and your friends and girlfriend to commit treason, having Loki sneak you out of Asgard, then tried to trick the Monster that attacked you. And you almost died but Loki sacrificed himself for you. And now Loki is dead.” 

Thor looked away-Tony felt a bit bad, the guy had just lost two family members in the span of a day- and fiddled with his fingers. 

“Uhm, yes.” 

Tony tried to reason with himself, but hadn’t he just seen Loki? I mean, it could have been an hallucination, but the fuck? Tony was sure he had just seen Loki pass by him, which had given him a heart attack by the way, but had chalked it up to his imagination, because Loki was imprisoned. 

And now he hears Loki is dead. And the first thought he gets is faked death. 

But why the fuck would Loki walk around in his kitchen if he was alive. 

And eat a Nutella sandwich. Why that? Well, there were the ingredients to make a Nutella sandwich laying around in his kitchen. 

But back to his question. 

Why the fuck would Loki make himself a Nutella Sandwich in Tonys kitchen?

He was definitely just being paranoid. 

—

Steve starred at his Shield. 

Who would even do that. Oh wait, it had to be Stark. Or Clint. It just had to be one of them.

Who else would write ‘if lost, please return to americas ass’ on his Shield with permanent marker. The Shield he used for missions. 

The one everyone could see. 

The one people would make memes about. 

God help Stark and Clint. He was coming for them.

—

Clint drew his bow and shot, all in less than a second. 

His arrow, unsurprisingly, hit nothing but air. 

Clint sighed and put down his bow. 

Loki was dead. Dead. Gone. Forever. He wouldn’t come back. Especially not to the place of his defeat. 

While Clint was personally not convinced about the loki changed in prison part, he could accept that the god was dead. 

Him hearing his voice was probably because of the shit he had put him through. Nothing else.

—

“Okay, I’ve got to bring it up, but am I the only one who keeps hearing and/or seeing Loki in the tower?”, Barton asked one not-anymore-beautiful Sunday. 

The defining silence made him rethink the question. 

“I-I mean, I’m not insane or anything-”, he tried to defend, when Stark chimed in. 

“S’ good man. I keep seeing Loki too, you’re not going insane. Anyone else want a Nutella Sandwich by the way? Someone keeps leaving the ingredients on the kitchen counter.” 

“I’ll take one.”, Barton

“Me too, please.”, said Bruce. “Oh and I keep hearing and seeing him, by the way. Hulk has complained about it too.”

“So, we’re not all going insane then?”, asked Natasha. “Because I have thought that I was for the past few weeks.” 

“No, I’m pretty sure we all saw or heard him at least once.”, Rogers said. 

“Well shit, does that mean he’s still alive?”

“Probably, but I wouldn’t know how. The Corpse matched his DNA, so it had to be him.”

“What, so he’s a ghost now?”

…

There was silence as everyone realised. 

“That’s why I never hit anything when I shot out of reflex!”

“It also explains why we never see him!”

“And the pranks that everyone thought Clint or Tony were at fault for, even if they kept denying it!”

“And the Nutella Sandwich!”

Everyone turned to Stark. 

“Tony, I’m pretty sure a ghost doesn’t eat. Someone else is leaving the ingredients out all the time.”

“Pah, think what you want, I know it’s Loki!”

—

Tony stared at the script and up to the other Avengers. 

“Are you sure I should say exactly this?”

“Positive.”, Barton confirmed, looking as if he was already laughing at just the thought of Tony reading this. Tony shot his team an Middle finger. 

“Fuck you, I’m not reading this.”

“Just do it.”

“Yeah, or you’ll never be able to prove it was him who left out the Nutella Sandwich ingredients.” 

It was a trap. But he really had to prove the Nutella Sandwich things. So he just sighed in defeat. 

“Fine.”, he looked down at the paper.

“Oh Ghost of Loki, God of Mischief, attempted conquerer of Earth, drama queen, fucking asshole with a god complex, man with the biggest family issues in the universe, guy that got used by Hulk like a rag doll and man quite some people simp for for no apparent reason, would you like to honour us with your presence at this very beautiful and very civil Hello Kitty Tea party?”, a few ‘coughs’, “We plan on bitching about you and some other villains, read cringy y/n fan fiction and have the biggest pillow fight of the Universe, all while drinking Tea out of our limited edition Hello Kitty tea sets.”

The whole room, including Tony himself, was now ‘coughing’. 

Until the Hello Kitty themed candles were blown out by seemingly nothing and a cold breeze went trough the room. The ‘coughing’ immediately stopped. 

Tony and Clint squeaked as they were pushed apart by some magical force and watched as a few of their limited edition Hello Kitty pillows moved to a pile and then bended like some sat on them. 

It was completely quiet in the room. 

The room was suddenly very cold and Tony got himself and everyone else a Hello Kitty blanket out of instinct. He gave everyone one, who each thanked them. And, just to be sure, he threw one at the empty space next to him too. The Blanket went right through and Tony was ready to breathe out in relief, before it moved on its own and twisted over as if laying on someone’s legs. Said Person had to be sitting cross-legged and one of their feet bouncing up and down rapidly.  

A few seconds later a bit of ice appeared on the table they were sitting around, forming letters. 

It spelled ‘thanks’. 

…

…

…

What was Tonys life. 

—

The Tea party had, all things considered, gone really well. Loki, or at least they assumed it was him, but they never said his name just to be sure, had an surprisingly good sense of Humour, AND knew some embarrassing stuff about their enemies. 

The best part was probably when they read cringy Fan fiction. They had found one about Asgard. One very ridiculous one, but Loki, had laughed (or cried they couldn’t know since he wasn’t visible or made any sounds) so hard that quite some things in the room were pushed over by his ‘astral energy’, as he later explained it. 

Steve had squeaked like a little kid when that one Hello Kitty Plushy fell on top of him. 

Tony only remembered the ghost holding a very ridiculous and definitely not civil tea party with them was a Villain when he had shot up in the middle of the night some days later. 

(The Avengers eventually grew comfortable with the whole having a Ghost in your house doing Mischief thing, and at times it was almost as if Loki was actually there and breathing. 

And though no one would admit it, if the Trickster were to disappear one day, they would miss him a bit more than they probably should.)

—

“So, uh, Lokes, how does the being a ghost thingy even work?”, Tony asked. Then: “Here’s some paper and a pen if you’re here.” 

The Pen began levitating (A normal occurrence by now) and started scribbling down something. 

“I’m unsure.”, Tony read out loud. 

“Hm… Are you like a Vengeful Spirit or something like that?”

‘Why would I be vengeful’

“I don’t know. When we first figured out you were here we were all certain you want to kill us all or something, but you really changed a lot since we last met.”

‘Well, the me that tried to invade Mid- Earth would probably have done that’

“Huh, lucky us then! But you really have no Idea why you’re a ghost?”, a pause. “Wait is everyone who dies a ghost and you’re just the only one that is able to communicate with us?”

‘No, I’m the only ghost here’

“Good. The Idea of having a bunch of ghosts everywhere is kinda freaky. Anything else you want to share about being a ghost?”

‘I miss some Memories of my life’

“Wait-you’re saying you’re more or less amnesic? Is there any specific pattern about what you remember and what not?” 

‘You’re gonna laugh at me. It sounds completely stupid.’

“It can’t be that bad, Lokes.”

‘… I don’t know if you would believe me’

“Lokes. I know I haven’t known you for long, but I trust you. Okay? I’ll believe you.”

Silence for a moment, then the pen scribbled again. 

‘I can’t seem to remember anything good or happy that has happened before I began to be a ghost’

Wait, what. Loki only remembered bad memories. Holy shit. (Tony didn’t even question if it was true or not, as he later realised)

“So you-you forgot all happy memories? Shit, Lokes, are you okay?”

‘I’m good, thanks.’

“You sure?”

‘Yes.’

“Alright then…but don’t you remember your Invasion?”

‘I do.’

“What. Why?”

‘Well, there was nothing really happy about it.’

“…Why did you do it then?”

There was silence and the pen fell to the floor. 

“Lokes?”

No answer. 

Tony sighed. That was one shit ton of trauma to talk about, hm?

—

“-But why do the Invasion then?”, Steve asked.

“…I have a theory, but it’s not a nice one.”

“Spit it out.”, Barton said. Barton had gotten quite protective over Loki, Tony noticed. He wasn’t sure if the man even realised it. 

“Well…You know how Loki’s eyes are blue?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, on his corpse they were green, and Thor too confirmed that their supposed to be green.”

“Shit.”

“Shit indeed.”

***

“So, what did you do wrong?”, Thor asked like a disappointed Mother. Loki mumbled something under his breath. 

“Loki. What did you do wrong?”

Loki grumbled. 

“I backstabbed people when I promised NOT to.”, he grumbled out eventually. 

“That’s right Brother! I’m glad you’re finally acknowledging what you did wrong! So, because you backstabbed people when you promised not to you are currently where.. doing what..?”

“I’m in the ‘I backstabbed people when I promised not to’ corner and I’m currently writing an apology for Father, because I backstabbed him when I promised not to.” 

“Great! I’m really proud of you Brother.”

“Mmm”

“Now, let me see your apology letter.”

“…”

“…”

“Loki, brother, how many times did I tell you not to draw Chibi versions of you killing whoever you’re supposed to be apologising for on the apology?”

Loki deeply regretted not trying to take over Midgard this loop. 

***

Loki stepped onto the gala where he stole that mans eye from in the original timeline, put on a poker face and began acting. 

He used magic to swipe people out of his way and walked up the Stairs. 

“We’re all going to die!”, he sang-talked as he did so. “Thanos is gonna come, he and his Children, and they’re going to kill everyone on this planet!!”

He bumped into someone. 

“I apologise. Now…where was I…Ah, yes! Nothing matters! We’re all going to die and nothing can change it! I would know, because I tried! But nothing will eork, so hide and pray he won’t find you!”

“You’re the guy I’m supposed to collect?”, asked the person he bumped into earlier. It was Stark. Loki grinned. 

“Chances are high, Mr.Stark, but I haven’t done any crimes yet, so you can’t arrest me!”

“How about falsely spreading information?”

“It’s not false if it’s the truth.”

“Somehow I don’t trust what a crazy looking alien that came from space through a portal without invitation says. Don’t know that might just be me though.”

Loki gasped in fake offence. 

“Mr.Stark! I must correct you, as I am not only crazy looking! I am indeed mad and lost my mind!”

“See, proves my point!”

“I never denied being mad though! I only politely informed you that you can’t arrest me because I haven’t done anything! Though, if you continue talking I may soon be guilty of murder.”

***

(???)

“Mobius, we have a problem.”

“A big problem or a small one?”

“A branched timeline that keeps resetting itself is considered a big problem I assume?” 

“It resets itself?”

“Yes. We don’t know if all the timelines are the same one, as they start randomly and end randomly, or if it’s something that spreads. The branches too are getting  closer to the red line in record time, that’s how stupid they are sometimes.” 

“Stupid? How so?”

“Well, as an example in one Loki died and was a ghost somehow and in another one Thanos apparently told him to attack Earth with giant Cats instead of the Chitauri. In another one Stark went insane because a cat was smarten than him.”

“Well…these certainly sound interesting. I’ll look into it. For now, I think it would be best to try and see what happens when one of these Timelines gets pruned.”

“Alright, I’ll send out a team of minute men. This” Paper rustling was heard “Are the files to all of these Timelines we have found. Maybe you’ll find something.” 

Chapter Text

(Credit to: LierRen) 

“He killed 80 people in two day-”

They teleported. 

“-s”

Everyone immediately drew their weapons. They were on a stage of some sorts, two huge screens standing next to them. There were six chairs on the stage, all of them having a table with each three buttons, titled A, B and C. 

Barton was there too, apparently free from mind control, as his eyes weren’t an unnatural blue anymore. 

“Clint?”, Natasha said hesitantly. The man blinked and then nodded. 

“Yeah I’m- Why did he just let me go? And where the fuck are we?”

“Some random stage I found, stole and now placed in the middle of nowhere.”, said an all to familiar voice from over them. 

Above them, sitting on air, was Loki. 

Barton immediately gritted his teeth. 

“What do you want?! And how did you even escape!”

“Did you really think that your stupid cage can hold me? And as for what I want”- the man flicked his hand and the lights turned on “-I want you to play my quiz!”

The stage was now fully lighted and the screen next to them had turned on, showing a 0/10. The second screen was on too, but only was showing what seemed to be an idle screen. 

“You want us to-what?”

“I want you to play my Quiz! Its easy, really, I ask you 15 questions and if you get ten of them right I’ll let you go and give you…”another hand flicker “-the Tesseract!”

“What-”

“Great! Now, please sit down.”

No one moved and Loki pouted-like actually pouted. 

“Wow, you’re not really cooperative.” He flickered his hand again and the Avengers yelped as they were pulled into the chairs by green whisks of magic. 

“Okay, have Fun!”

With that he disappeared. 

“What the fuck is going on???”, Stark asked bewildered. 

The screen that previously only showed an idle flickered to life, showing the first question. 

“What is inside the Tesseract?”, Rogers read. “A: An infinity stone. B: Pure Energy. C: Something that shouldn’t get out.”

“I would guess Energy?”, Stark suggested. 

“I am inclined to believe it is C.”, Thor argued. 

“What even is an Infinity Stone??”, asked Banner. 

“Who knows-”, Stark began, but was interrupted by Rogers. 

“Are we actually doing this right now??”

“Yes, shut up. Hey Point break, do you know what an Infinity Stone is?”

“It is an artefact of great power and there are multiple of them. However they were lost and scattered all across the Universe, so the chance that it is indeed one is low.” 

“Good to know- but wouldn’t something like that be the right answer? Its always shit that doesn’t make sense.” 

“Or it could be an trick to make us choose A.”

“I say we go for B. I don’t think anything would even fit into that small cube.”

“Yeah, fair. So we just click on B now?”, Barton asked. 

“Yeah, my guess is that whatever answer gets the most votes is the one finally chosen.”

“That makes sense.”

A few collective clicks were heard and the screen changed, now showing how many people voted for what. 3 for B, 1 for C and 1 for A. 

“Hey, who voted for C?!?”

“I did.”, Thor immediately said. 

“And let me guess-Rogers you didn’t vote?”

“I’m not participating in this.”, the man in question said. 

The screen once again changed, now showing A and C getting greyed out. A second later the lights blinked red and a ‘wrong’ appeared, written in big red letters. Then it showed A as right answer and Thor chocked on nothing. 

“An infinity Stone?!?”, he exclaimed at the same time Natasha loudly cheered “I was right!”

The Next question appeared. 

“How many siblings does Thor have?”, Stark read loudly. “A: 1. B: 0. C: 2. Uh, that’s easy! Point Break?”

“Only Loki.”

“Good, its A again!” 

“Wait-”, Thor interrupted. “Does it mean biologically or who I consider my siblings?”

“What would that change?”

“Loki’s adopted.”

“Ah”

“It means how many people consider you siblings, if they are happy about it or not.”, Lokis voice echoed. 

“A then.” 

The screen once again showed wrong. 

“…Loki-”

“Just watch.”, Loki snapped from above. The right answer was, in fact, not B, but C.

“What.”, Thor chocked out. “Brother what does that mean-”

“Shut up and focus.”

The next question appeared. 

“How many times has Loki faked/escaped death?”, Natasha read. “A: two. B: three. C: one”

“The fuck is it with those questions??”

“As far as i know it was one time.”, Thor said, seemingly recovered from his shock. 

“I say B. Simply because its the furthest from Thors answer.”, Barton said. 

“I hate to say it but I agree.”, Banner said. 

“Me too.”, Natasha agreed. 

“Same here.”, Stark said. 

“…I guess, yeah.”, Rogers said. 

“Oh, so you’re participating now?”, Stark asked with fakes shock.

“…What can be the worst to happen?”

“…If you say so.”, meant Thor. 

The answer was right. Their count went up to 1/10. 

“Wait-Really??? Why did you fake your death three Times???”

“Hm, well, technically it was only two times. But I guess the third time counts as escaping death…wait does it count? Eh, yeah its probably right.“ 

„Isn‘t this your quiz? Shouldn‘t you know the answer?“, Stark asked with a raised eyebrow. 

„Just shut up and move on.“

„Alright, Alright….”

“Who will start Ragnarök?”, Rogers read. “A: Loki (& Thor) ,B: Thanos, C: Odin & Hela. What’s a Ragnarök?”

“Ragnarök- Loki!”, Thor shouted. Loki just shrugged. 

“Ragnarök is the destruction of Asgard.”, Loki explained. 

“How are we supposed to know that?!? It hasn’t happened!”, Barton complained. 

“In the Mythology I’m pretty sure it’s Loki.”, Natasha said and then frowned. “But with Thor?” 

“I would never start Ragnarök!”

“Well, then its either some Thanos guy or your father and…Hela?”

“Isn’t she Lokis daughter?”, Banner asked. Over them Loki choked on his chocolate milk. 

“Excuse me what?? She is most definitely not and I don’t even want to imagine that.” 

“You know her?”

“Not important.”

“Either way, I do not think my father nor I would start Ragnarök, so I’m inclined to believe it was this Thanos person.” 

“…I’ll go with A.”, Rogers said. “Sorry Thor, but we don’t even know who Thanos is.”

“Yeah…”

The Voting turned out to be 3 for A, 2 for B and 1 for C.

A was correct, making Thor choke on nothing and then sputter as he tried to find words, which in turn made Loki start cackling over them. The other Avengers pointedly ignored the spectacle. Well, expect Stark, who took some pictures of sputtering Thor. 

“Who killed half of the universe using the Infinity Stones?”, Barton read, disbelief in his voice. “A: The Guardians of the Galaxy, B: The Avengers -what??- or C: Thanos?”

“Well, its certainly not us.”, Rogers said. “Right?”

“Not that I knew. So, either our beloved Thanos or The Guardians of the Galaxy, whoever that is supposed to be.”

“Well, it has to be Thanos then, right? I doubt these Guardians would try to do that if they’re supposed to protect the Galaxy.”, Thor said. 

“Or its them exactly because you wouldn’t think it was them!”, Stark said. 

“But wouldn’t that be too easy?”, Natasha pondered. 

“I say its C.”, Barton said. “A would be too obvious.”

“Well, I think its A!”,Stark said. 

“How about we all just vote what we want to and then see?”, Natasha proposed and then clicked one of her Buttons. The others did the same. 

In the end A had gotten 2 Votes, B had 1 vote and C had 3.

“Who voted B?”

“I did.”, Rogers admitted. “It just made so absolutely no sense that I just had to.”

C ended up being correct, now making their score 3/10. 

The next question was: ‘How many Infinity stones are currently on Earth/Midgard?’ Answers were: A: 10, B: 6, C: 3. 

“Uh, how many are there in total?”, Stark asked. 

“I do not know.”, thor said. 

“Okay, but are we ignoring that at least three of them have to be here???”

“Yes we are. Uhhh, I’m gonna say B!”

“Its really just guessing at this point.”

“Yeah that’s not fair! Hey Reindeer games! We want a hint!!”

“Erm, its not A.”, Loki said from above. 

“Huh, so C?”

“Yeah sure fuck it.”

C was correct. 

“…How do you always get the correct answers through the stupidest ways?”

“No idea Reindeer Games, no idea.”

“Next question is: Who does Loki hate the most?”

“…Why brother?”, Thor asked. 

“Because i can!”, came the light answer. 

“Okay, we have A: Odin, B: Thanos and C: Thor.”

“I’m gonna say B, just because Thanos was the right answer on killing half of the fucking Universe.”, Clint said. 

“Yeah, Legolas, I don’t think its B. I’m rather thinking C.”

“…I fear you are right.”

“I fear I must correct you. I am 100% sure it’s B.”

Everyone except Clint ended up voting for C. 

B was the right answer. 

Thor literally squeaked of happiness. 

“Hah!!! I was right!”

“Well, yes you were, but the reasoning was rather wrong.” 

“Why else then?”, Barton asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“And that’s the part that’s none of your business!”

“Asshole.”, Barton grumbled. 

A few questions later the Avengers resulted on 9/10 right Answers.  

Loki sighed in disappointment.

“I can’t say i didn’t expect it, but that was rather sad. Well, I hope you will have fun with your punishment!”

“Wait-Punishment??”

Loki snapped his fingers and the Avengers were teleported into an arena. The Floor of it was full of tiny black cats and the sky over it was, somehow, a bright pink with glitter clouds. 

Suddenly Barton squeaked and everyone turned to see what startled him. There were Snails. Snails as big as Cars and bigger. 

Safe to say, the Worlds mightiest heroes ran for their life. 

***

(Credit to: amnesiacereader)

The loud “WHAT THE FUCK?!” that echoed through probably the whole Tower was what woke Tony up today. 

Blinking away the sleep Tony sat up sluggishly. Did he even want to know what was going on? Probably not.

Still he stood up and walked out of his bedroom to the common room from where the scream came.  

“STARK WHY THE FUCK IS MY HAIR PINK?!?”, A Steve Rogers with bright Pink hair screaming at him was what he was greeted with. Tony couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. 

“STARK THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

“It- It kinda is!”, Tony wheezed out between laughs. 

Rogers looked annoyed, but then his expression changed to smug. 

“Well, you might want to look into the Mirror.” Tony immediately stilled. 

“No.”,

“yes.”

Tony never ran somewhere faster than in his life. 

Looking at the Mirror- yup his hair was pink too. Not even a soft shade but an eye-killing, bright, ugly and with decorated with glitter, pink. 

Tony immediately took a shower. To his utter dismay it didn’t come off. 

When he returned to the living Room he noticed that the others had arrived too- all with bright, glittery pink hair. 

“It doesn’t wash out.”, he informed and despite himself watched in amusement as everyones faces took on different stages of horror. Expect Natasha who was looking at herself in a Mirror with a big smile. 

“Well, it looks really fucking good on me If I may say so myself!”, she said and was- unfortunately- right. Pink hair suited her way better than it should. 

“Yeah but it looks shitty on the rest of us.”, Clint voiced Tonys- and probably everyone elses- thoughts. 

“Well what are we gonna do-”

A massive Thunder crashing into the roof of the tower interrupted Bruce. 

“What the fuck-”,

“Chill, it’s probably just Thor.”, Clint interrupted. Tony groaned. 

“Point Break’s here NOW? To the exact time our Hair turns pink? Seems pretty sus to me.” 

“But why would he do that?”, Rogers tried to mediate, making Tony threw his hands in the air. 

“I don’t know?!” 

“Boys.”, Natasha. “We should probably see what he wants.”

“But…”

“We’ll just wear caps and hoods.”, Natasha said. 

There was sukence for a second, then-

“How am I supposed to wear Rogers-”

Tony started wheezing the moment he saw Thor. 

Laughing at an all-powerful-maybe-immortal-thunder-controlling-prince of an all powerful land in space? Not his smartest move- but Thor just looker so fucking funny with pink hair-

“Not.A.Word.”, Thor gritted out.

“Don’t worry Point Break!”, Tony said with maybe-fake cheerfulness as he pulled down the hoodie he had been wearing. “It hit us too!” 

Thor now seemed to have trouble to keep in his own laughter, before he shook himself and his amused expression was replaced by a serious one.

“Unfortunately I come with bad news.”

“What? Did Reindeer Games escape from his inescapable cell or what?” Tony meant it as a joke. Thors expression darkening quickly wiped off the grin on his face. “Wait really?”

“Unfortunately my Brother has indeed escaped from his cell.”

“I though these we’re supposed to be inescapable.”, Clint growled. 

“They are. Not even the All Father could escape them if he we’re put in one. Still, somehow Loki just… disappeared. And that without a trace, which should all things considered not be possible.” 

“Huh. Any Idea on where Dazai disappeared too?”

“…who?”

Tony waved them off. 

“An Anime character who-kind off- escaped an inescapable prison.”

“Ah.”

“Though, I think Fyodor would fit better-”

“Tony.”, interrupted Natasha. Then she turned to Thor. “Do you have any ideas or clues on where Loki disappeared too?”

“I do not, though I suspected that he would want to take revenge on you because you captured him, and it seems that I was right.”

“What?”

“The Hair, Cap.”, Tony supplied. 

“Ah. But isn’t that a bit…harmless?” 

Thor nodded. 

“For Loki, yes, definitely. I would have suspected that he would make all of you suffer in unspeakable ways before killing you off, but only after you watched everyone you cared about die.”, Thor said, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

“Yeah, sounds like him.”, Clint agreed. 

“The question is- Why didn’t he do so?”, Cap asked. 

“Well, what he did reminds me strongly of the old Loki.”

“You mean before he went batshit crazy?” Thor scowled at that and he looked sad, but he nodded. 

“Yes. Before he went mad, he would take revenge by playing people pranks- like cursing them so they can only or backwards, turning them into chickens for a few days or dying their hair a ridiculous colour with magic. These we’re annoying, but they didn’t harm anyone. There we’re a few times he went a bit…extreme…, but other than that he only played tricks.” 

“Extreme?”, Tony asked, admittedly, because he was curious. 

“Indeed. Once a boy around my age, did something. I don’t know what, but it must’ve been bad- because while Loki had a short temper, he didn’t just take off someones limbs while keeping them alive with magic, making sure to make it slow and painful while telling them stories about how he could-and would- torture them the next day. It went on for a week until the boy died-but no one could prove it was Loki who had done it. He was around 13 the time, and he had already a reputation that dutifully told one not to mess with him.” 

There was terrified silence and Tony most definitely regretted asking. 

“He did that…at 13?”, Bruce asked, disbelief lacing his voice. 

“Indeed he did. I myself was around 16 in Midgardian terms, and even I found it highly unnerving. Though Loki behaved just like nothing happened and went back to his old methods. The Reputation was then quickly discarded as a rumour, but I myself know that Loki did it. He told me a few hundred years ago.” 

“What the fuck.”, whispered Clint. 

“…Back to where Fyodor could be hiding.”

“I have no idea, though we should be glad that he only died our hair pink, as he could have done far worse.” 

Natasha’s phone rang and she accepted. 

“Yes?”

The person who called her said something that made Natasha struggle to maintain her giggles. 

“Of course Sir, we’re on our way.”, she said, then pocketed her phone again and turned to the other Avengers with a wide grin. 

“We have a mission to do boys!” 

***

(Credit to: amnesiacereader) 

(Warnings: (Past) Suicide (Attempts) not taken seriously due to looping mechanics, (Past) Death & Murder, 

Loki wouldn’t describe himself as insane. But he wasn’t exactly sane either-  Just a tad mad. That was it. 

Just a tiny bit. 

He could admit that the loops we’re messing with his mind. And that a lot. Even more so it made him mad- with every failed attempt to escape this wretched hell a bit more. Now it was loop…was it 315 or 351? Either way, he had run out of things to try. 

He read every fucking book in every existing library. He tried everything. EVERYTHING. 

He literally tried out every fucking way to die he could find in hopes off one being final. Throwing himself off the Bifröst (again) didn’t work. Throwing himself into an inter dimensional riff didn’t work. Hanging himself didn’t work. Taking an Overdose of medicine/potions didn’t work. Letting himself get smashed by Thor didn’t work. Letting Thanos kill him again didn’t work. Magicking himself to death didn’t work. Walking into the fuCKING MAGICAL BORDER OF HIS CELL DIDN’T WORK. NOTHING WORKED. 

So, he may admit he was right now, a bit more mad than usual. 

And in his defence, it’s not like he choose to loop back to a moment where he had two infinity stones, that wasn’t his fault, really. 

Anyways, stealing all infinity stones was a LOT easier than he was comfortable with, but who was he to complain. It made his case a lot easier actually. 

On his way of rage, he had caused Chaos and wars everywhere he could. Midgard was fighting against another part of Midgard (Called Russia?). Asgard had been ‘provoked’ to a war by Vanaheim and gladly agreed. Loki even managed to mess up enough things so that Valhalla was currently at war with Helheim. Thanos was dealing with his own army, the Avengers were god knows where, multiple planets destroyed each other in a war with weapons to dangerous for them and the random space creatures he had given a Death star made with the Infinity stones was having fun blasting every planet they saw. 

Pure chaos, and Loki loved it. 

He hadn’t meant to end the universe, but REALLY, he only started a few wars, who could have knows they would end up destroying the whole Universe?

Not his fault if everyone else was too fucking stupid to know when to stop.  

***

(God of Cats [Remake]: Part 1/1)

The Tesseract started spinning. The people in the room looked at it with alarm, some already gripping their weapons. It span faster and faster- until it let out a blue beam of energy opening a portal which kept getting bigger- until it suddenly collapsed in a blue shockwave so bright that everyone in the room had to cover their eyes with their arms. 

Barton pulled his bow as Fury pulled his trusted gun. 

They opened their eyes again, ready to face whatever had came through the portal. Door, as Barton had called it. 

Instead, they faced a cat. Correction, an Army of cats. The whole room was flooded with them- all in different shapes, colours and sizes- they even pilled up against the fucking walls. 

Most of them looked normal, but a god 30% decidedly weren’t. One had wings- an orange one one was holding a fucking knife in its mouth- another one was flying around as if gravity didn’t exist- and there was one sitting on a pile of other cats- a fucking spear in its paws.

Worst of all- they we’re all meowing. Every single one. It was so loud in the room that some agents immediately fled, hands covering their ears. 

Suddenly the one with the spear- a small black cat with piercing green eyes and a golden headband with horns on it- started glowing greenly-then it was suddenly replaced by a person. 

The man had black hair which partly covered piercing green eyes- he was definitely the cat. Did that make him a Shapeshifter?- and he was wearing some kind of leather armour. The golden headband was still there- but now it had cat ears. 

Could that be symbolic? Horns usually stood for demons- Yeah, no, Fury didn’t even want to finish that thought. 

“I am Loki.”, the man introduced himself, voice full of pure delight. “The God of Cats.”

Fury would have snorted- if it wasn’t for the fact that the guy was apparently a shapeshifting-demon-cat-god-thingy with a spear in his hand. 

“What Business do you have on this planet?”, Fury asked. The amused gleam in the cat-demon-god’s eyes got even brighter. 

“I’m here to free the cats you have enslaved.”, the man said, then paused. “And of course give you a taste of your own medicine.” 

As if on cue, the cats in the room stopped meowing and snapped their necks at the humans in the room with a sickening crack, each one looking ready to claw out their eyes. They just stared at each other for a moment- the cats didn’t blink once. 

“Uh-”, Fury started, but stopped when the man turned again. Loki, now in cat form, meowed loudly. The agents didn’t even have time to react as they we’re immediately jumped at by multiple cats. 

—

A few hours later, one Fury with dozens of scratches and very torn clothing was sitting in an Helicopter flying away from the Tesseract Research centre. He was, admittedly, a bit ashamed. After all Shield had gotten beat up by a bunch of cats- a whole lot of cats and most of them we’re magic- but still cats. 

The whole Situation was embarrassing. Normally he would just send more Shield agents- but Coulson and Barton we’re being hold Hostage- and they we’re too important. So he gave in to the cats demands, which was for whatever reason to have only the Avengers fight against them. 

In fact, Fury himself hadn’t even been able to escape the wrath of the cats- they just let him go to deliver the message, as neither Loki nor the cats could use electronics that weren’t centred around since and the Tesseract. He wasn’t going to question that either. 

He glanced at the pilots seat- the fluffy orange cat sitting there didn’t even acknowledge him. 

Fury sighed as he looked back at the Research Centre and wondered where he went wrong in his life to end up in this situation. 

Chapter Text

(Loop #156)

(Warnings: Suicide (to restart a loop) )

Loki blinked- and he was back again. He stared at the mortals in front of him. And stared. And stared. And stared. 

They looked the same each time. Every try. Every failed attempt- because something always went wrong. They all looked the same. 

Barton with his bow raised and that cautious but curious look in his eyes, which would soon turn to hatred and anger. The Director with his eyes filled with the same suspicious gleam that would turn into cold fury (pun not intended) soon. The ginger Agent he still didn’t know the name off- mainly because he died every time, be it by Loki, the collapsing building or anything else. 

They looked the same. The same every time. They never changed. They we’re predictable. They reacted the same. They had the same likes and dislikes, the same fears, the same families, the same opinions- the same everything. 

They were so blissfully unaware of what was going on. So unaware of his glorious- it didn’t feel very glorious- purpose. His mission. His chance. 

His curse. 

Loki thought back to his previous attempt, and wondered what had gone wrong. It had seemed to work out so greatly. The Avengers were, with long practiced methods, completely convinced of his selfish noble goals. They believed him. (Would they still if you told them the truth?) He had prevented Ultron this time-, and later their stupid fight- when it had restarted. 

Why?

Was there something else going on he wasn’t aware of? The try he had spent watching had not pointed to it, and he had gotten trough that already often. 

Maybe he interfered to much? Did he change to much, so that people choose completely different paths, which lead to completely new disasters? He hadn’t heard of anything though, and he had his spies (read: controlled people) in everything, be it SHIELD, HYDRA, the varying governments or the police or that wizard cult or- whatever, didn’t really matter right now. 

Point was, he hadn’t heard of anything going wrong. Or anything going on at all (well, expect that stupid fight of his te- the Avengers. They weren’t his team this try.) 

Nothing had been happening. 

Was that it? Not anything happening? No, no, that made no sense. Time was repeating because he had to fix things after all. His glorious not glorious Purpose Curse. 

Unless he had been wrong about that. 

Did he not have to fix things then? What else could it be, then? Nothing. Something must have happened last try. This wouldn’t make sense otherwise. (Please there has to be a way to get out of this-)

Loki sighed, then straightened. 

The Mortals were talking to him, trying to get him to react, but he ignored them. He had spent too much time thinking this time. They would be suspicious of him now. (He tested it- if he spent more than 2 Minutes and 4 seconds staring into nothing and thinking, they wouldn’t trust him. If it was any longer than 5, they arrested him on the spot.) 

He waltzed over to the Tesseract and they started shooting at him- like every time. 

Loki scoffed. 

It didn’t work last time and it wouldn’t now. 

He grabbed the Tesseract, opened a Portal, and appeared onto the Stark tower. 

He stared down a bit. 

Next time he would do it right. (He would find a way to end this curse. He had to.)

He placed the Tesseract on the floor next to him, looked at the city below him- and took a step forward. 

He fell fell fell fellfellfell- 

Then he heard a sickening crunch together with an a short moment of pain in his head- then everything was dark. 

He closed his eyes and opened them again to familiar words. 

“Sir, please put down the spear.” 

This time he would succeed. 

***

(Loop #161)

(Credit to: Various people)

“Loki! Stop this madness! The people are dying!”, Thor shouted at him desperately. Loki stilled and looked at him in confusion. 

“Who?”

“The Civilians- The Innocent people! You’re killing-”

“Cares?”, Loki said with a smile that would have lesser men running. 

Thor roared and threw himself at Loki. 

Loki stared at the Hulk. 

The Hulk roared at him- but Loki didn’t even flinch. Instead, a-not-only-slightly-mad-looking grin spread onto his face. 

The Trickster flickered his wrists and the Hulk froze in place. Then, Loki proceeded to to pick up the hulk like he was a axe. He swung and yeeted the Hulk at Rogers, all while shouting a loud: 

“ANGRY SHREK ATTACK!!!!” 

Tony blinked, Turned and decided he was hallucinating. 

Clint observed his boss through the vents, as he had instructed. Sneaking into the Helicarrier was laughably easy if you worked there- which made all this a lot easier. 

Loki was currently clicking around on a pen he had pulled from somewhere only god knows- literally. 

As for Clint, he was currently listening to the morse code the god was doing, growing more confused as he listened. 

Why the fuck did his boss want to invade Cuba??? 

Loki was looking at the phone he had snatched from Barton. He had typed in ‘A good Father’ and searched, mostly out of fun. Now there was the buy option and it reminded him so much of that one meme- he just couldn’t resist. 

He summoned a car and pulled up next to Barton. 

“Get in loser, we’re going for a drive.” 

He then proceeded to fail miserably at driving a car by crashing into everything and everyone he saw and wondered why he had never bothered to learn driving while Barton was screaming and clutching at the seat like it was a lifeline. 

“Stop saying your life is a joke.”, Loki said. 

“I never said that-”, Stark interrupted. 

“It’s not. Jokes actually have a meaning.” 

The offended squeak Stark made was worth being shoved out of the window. 

Thor fell to the floor with a crash. 

Loki let out a shocked gasp. 

“Floor, Are you okay?!?!” 

Yup, his brother had definitely gone mad. 

***

(Credit to: Veta) 

“Get in, we’re going to Therapy.”, Loki said, pointing at the portal next to him. 

“Loki?! You’re alive?!”, Thor exclaimed. 

“It would seem so, wouldn’t it?”, he said with an eye roll. “Now walk through the damn Portal. You too, Mother. Father.”

“Loki-”

“Get in the fucking portal.” 

“Son, how are-”

“Oh by the Norns! Am I speaking a different language?!?”, Loki snapped. “Get in the fucking portal!”

That seemed to shut them up. Thor eyes the portal suspiciously. 

“…Where does it lead?”, he asked hesitantly. 

“I already told you. To Therapy.” Odin’s bows furrowed in confusion. As did Thor’s. 

“What is an Terra-pay?”, the All Father asked. 

“Therapy. It’s something off Midgard- Basically a session with a Therapist- someone who’s basically paid to help you with issues of the mind- where you basically talk about your problems.”, he explained with a deadpan. 

“…Why would we need to go to this Therapist?”, Odin and Thor asked at the same time. Loki and Frigga shot them annoyed- but not surprised- look. 

“Are you serious right now?”, he asked with a raised eyebrow. “This Family is a walking package of issues. From the fact I tried to wipe out Jotunheim because I thought you’d be happy about it to the sister you banished decades ago. Actually, now that I think about it, most problems are your fault, father, but we’ll talk about that later. Now, hop in, please.” 

“What? Sister- what?!”

Loki groaned. 

“Oh my god, we’ll talk about it at Therapy! That’s what it’s there for- so you better drag your asses in there-”- Frigga gasped- “-or I’ll magic your asses in there. I’m sure we all know what’s more comfortable for you.”

“I doubt you would be able to curse our parents.”, Thor interjected. “You’re simply not powerful enough too.” At Lokis look he added. “No offence.” 

“Actually-”, Frigga started, but Loki beat her to it by swiping his hand, making all of his family freeze in place with a green glow. 

He then proceeded to swipe his hand, making all of them drop through the portal one by one. 

He wiped his hands after he was finished, sighed and hoped through the portal too. 

Heimdall, who was watching the exchange with an amused expression, could no longer contain his laughter. 

***

“My Friend!”, Thor greeted. “Have you perhaps seen my brother around lately? I cannot seem to find him anywhere.” 

Tony looked at him with an surprised expression.

“You have a brother?”

Thor frowned in confusion. 

“Of course! Loki, you know?”, he elaborated and Tony tilted his head. 

“I don’t. What does he look like?” 

“But…you know him.” 

“Erm, I’m pretty sure I would remember knowing your brother, Point Break. I didn’t know you had one until now.”

Thor frowned. 

“He tried to take over this planet last year? How can you not remember him???” 

“He did what?!? When- how did no one notice that?!?” 

“You did?? You defeated him in New York! In 2012! He had a mind controlling sceptre!” 

Tony looked vaguely concerned now. 

“Do you mean Palpatine? That Maw or whatever guy?”  

“Who???” 

“How do you not remember him??? He attacked New York with an alien army! You were there!” 

“Loki did that, not this Maw!” 

“No, Maw did!” 

“My brother did that!!” 

“Your brother is Maw?!?” 

“NO! BY THE NORNS WHO IS MAW?!?

—

“Sir Rogers!”, Thor shouted, successfully getting the mans attention on him. 

“Oh, Thor! You’re back again!” 

“Indeed I am, but I have an important question for you.” Rogers frowned at that. 

“What is it?” 

“Who attacked New York in 2012? Maw or Loki?”, Thor asked very seriously.

“Maw of course. Who’s Loki?”, the Captain answered easily. Thor sputtered. 

“Loki is my brother. And he attacked New York in 20120, not whoever Maw is supposed to be!”, Rogers straitened immediately.

“Maw was a scapegoat? Was he under the sceptres control too? Or was he just working for your brother?” 

Thor grabbed the nearest object, the captains shield, and threw it out of the window hard. The glass shattered, before Thor realised what he had thrown. 

“Shit.”, Thor cursed, then threw himself out of the window and after the shield. 

One very baffled looking Captain America remained. 

—

“Father, Mother.”, Thor greeted, bowing in front of the king and the queen. 

“Son.”, Odin greeted back. 

“I cannot seem to find Loki anywhere, do you happen to know where he is?”, he asked. Odin frowned, as did his mother. 

“…Loki?” 

“Yes, Loki, my brother.”, he confirmed, Now they both seemed concerned. 

“Dear, you don’t have any siblings?”, Frigga asked. Thor chocked on nothing. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You don’t have any siblings.”, Odin repeated. “Are you well, son?” 

“But- Why does no one- I have a brother! Black hair, green eyes, always wears green for some nornsforsaken reason? Stabbed me with a dagger for the first time when we were around eight?” 

“Dear, Sif stabbed you that day. It was an accident in training. You and the Warriors three had been training with actual weapons, not that we allowed it, and she stabbed you on accident.” 

“What.” 

“Dear, are you-”, Thor interrupted her. 

“Why does no one remember Loki?! What is going on?? WhY IS THIS HAPPENING?!?” Both his parents looked at him with shock and concern. 

“Son, I think you should accomplice me to the healers. Now.” 

Thor just stared at them. Then, he slowly turned away from them. Frigga blinked in confusion-

And Thor fucking bolted. 

“Guards!”, Odin shouted in alarm. “Get him! He needs to go to the healers immediately!” 

—

“SIF!”, boomed Thors voice. Sif, who had been been sharpening her sword , looked up to see Thor ran and sputter to a stop next to her. He seemed out of breath, there was even sweat on his face. She frowned. 

“Thor?”, she asked, worrying.

“Sif, answer me this honestly.”, Thor said seriously and Sif straightened. “Do you know who Loki is?” 

Okay, what? 

“Loki? As in your brother Loki? Second Prince of Asgard Loki? Why would I not know him?”, Sif asked, very confused. Thor breathed out in relief at that. 

“Thank the Norns. Sif, you have to help me. No one-”

“There he is!”, interrupted a guard from from the distance. Sif frowned in confusion. A guard was after Thor? Why would he- oh my Norns. 

The sheer army of guards that rounded the corner made her freeze in spot. 

“Thor. Thor what did you do?” 

“No time to explain.”, he said as he grabbed her wrist with one hand and Mjolnir with the other. “We need to go. Now.” He began swinging around his Hammer. 

Sif realised what he was doing to late. 

“Thor- Thor wait-”

***

(Credit to: MidnightDremur) 

Fury stared at the man- god- whatever in front of him. The man-god-whatever stared back. 

“Where is the Tesseract.”, Fury asked, voice colder than any winters will ever manage to be. Expect those on Jotunheim, not that he knew that. 

Loki just shrugged. 

“Somewhere.”, he said, dead serious. 

“Where is the Tesseract.”, Fury repeated. 

“In this Universe.”, Loki said, still dead serious. 

“A closer location would be appreciated.” 

“One of the nine realms.”

“Where on the nine realms?”, Fury gritted out. 

“Midgard.”, Loki answered easily. 

“Where on Earth is it?”

“In this country- I forgot its name to be honest.” 

“Where in this country?” 

“In this building.”, Loki said with a shrug. Outside the room, instructions were being thrown around and agents rushed of to search the building. 

“Where exactly?”, Fury asked. 

“Somewhere.”, Loki repeated. 

“Where exactly is it in this building?”, he corrected himself. 

“This room!”, Loki said cheerfully. 

“Where in this room.”, Fury grit out like the impatient ass he was. 

“…In my Stomach.”, Loki said. 

“What.”

“In my Stomach.”, Loki repeated slowly, as if he were talking to a small child. “I ate it.” 

Fury fucking sputtered. 

“You ate the Tesseract?!?” 

“Yes.”, Loki confirmed, and as if one cue, a blueish energy pulsed under Lokis skin for a moment, before it disappeared. 

“What the fuck. Why??” Loki shrugged and looked him in the eye. 

“It looked tasty.” 

“What the fuck is wrong with you.” 

“Everything.” 

“I don’t know why I even fucking bothered.” 

***

(Credit to: various people) 

Loki happily skipped down the streets of New York. All around him, people were scrambling to run away from him and while doing so kept falling over again and again and again. It was really funny to look at, actually. 

He slid down the street, still happily watching the civilians fall over, when someone spoke up behind him. 

“S-Sir, stop r-right there.”, it said, stuttering but firm. Loki turned, facing the sheer army of SHIELD agents standing behind him. They were decked in clothing and had spikes on their feet to stay sturdily, but they were still all shaking anyways. To his respect though, all of them were holding their guns at him with determination in their faces. 

The one who had spoken was Agent Phil Coulson- he recalled his name only because they had spent an entire loop stuck in a bunker together- it had indeed been a funny loop. 

“Yes?”, he asked innocently. “How can I help you?”

“How a-about undoing t-the ice-age?”, Phil said firmly, even though his entire body was shaking from the cold. 

Loki tilted his head. 

“I thought that this planet is- was overheating, no? You won’t have that problem anymore for the next few thousand years. You’re welcome.”

“D-Don’t get me wrong, I’m just-just as c-concerned about it as w-well, but this-”, he gestured to the Town, which was completely frozen in ice and snow that was falling steadily from the sky, where people kept falling over when trying to walk. “-t-this is an o-overkill.” 

Loki raised an eyebrow. 

“Why, I do not think so! In fact, this environment has just the right temperature. It could be a bit colder…but whatever, this is fine too.”

It was true. Loki found that this weather was perfect for his Jotun form. He had even toned the temperature down a bit so the mortals wouldn’t die, but no they were complaining. Ungrateful lot. 

The mortals kept talking, but Loki was now focusing on focusing his magic on the snow, effectively making a giant snowball, which was slightly bigger than the mortals. He calculated, flickered his hand with a green shine, and the snowball flew straight into the group of mortals. 

There were yelps and screams as they all fell over like dominos. Soon, the army that had been so big it hadn’t fit on this street and had to move to two others to achieve so was on the floor, struggling to get up on the ice. 

Loki hummed, turned, and continued skipping down the street and admiring the scenery. 

—

Loki had just been sitting on Starks tower, when the sky got darker. Snow was falling rapidly and the wind was picking up- under him he could hear some of the very few people still outside hurrying into the nearest building. 

Then Loki was already getting grabbed by the collar, grinning as Thor growled at him. 

“Where is the Tesseract?”, his brother growled, angrier than usual. He guessed it was either because he already caused quite the chaos, or because he had dropped the glamour to look Aesir. 

Personally, He would bet on the later. 

“I’ve sent it off, I know not where.”, he answered, choosing to stick with the script. 

“I do not have time for your games-” 

“I do.”, Loki said, something bitter slipping into his voice. “I have all the time of the world.”

Thor seemed to see see something in the way his eyes had darkened ever so slightly, and faltered. 

“Loki? What is-”

“Anyways! I’m not dead! Bet that makes you very happy.”, Loki said, voice dripping with (false) sarcasm. Thor did not even hear the fake sarcasm. 

“Of course Brother! I mourned you. We mourned-”

“Sentimental, all of you.”, with that, he teleported away, because if Thor was going to say one more speech about his grief, he would probably quite literally kill him. 

—

Loki was walking around the park, when a Snowball hit him in the head. He whirled around- to see a kid standing there, a playful grin on his face. 

“Got you!”, he cheered. 

Loki just stared at the kid as he made another snowball. He was deeply confused, because who the heck would let out a kid into this weather alone. 

And maybe he was also confused because the kid did either not realise he was a Monster, or didn’t care. 

He could not fathom how he wouldn’t be scared of a monster like-

His thoughts were stopped by another Snowball hitting him square in the face. He blinked in surprise. 

“Don’t think so much!”, the boy commanded. “I can basically hear you overthinking.” 

Loki then and there decided that he would adopt this child. (Especially since there was something familiar about him…but he couldn’t place his tongue on it.) 

***

Loki points the end of the sceptre at Starks chest, only for it to not work. He frowns. 

“Usually this doesn’t work- damnit!”, he cursed at his mistake. Stark looked at him with wide, confused (and kind off amused) eyes. 

“Did you just-”, 

“Not. A. Word.”, he grit out as he pulled out a board titled mistakes and added the third stroke. Then he let it vanish again and turned back to Stark. 

“Anyways.”, he cleared his throat and went back into acting. 

“This usually works.”

—

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d have that glass now.” 

Silence. 

“Wait- Godamnit!” 

The Fourth stroke. 

—

“Did she die?”, he asked. 

Thor looked confused for a second. 

“Loki-”

“No, no wait, I meant suffer. Did she suffer?” Loki corrected himself as he pulled out the board and added yet another stroke. It had been going so well.

—

“I did it for him- oh GODAMNIT. EVEN WHEN I’M FUCKING DYING??”

Thor looked very confused at his sudden outburst. Loki pulled out the board and added a stroke, hid it again and closed his eyes. 

He cleared his throat, which promptly resulted in him going into a coughing fit because he forgot he had gotten stabbed. 

—

“Everything was going Thor- OH GODFUCKING-”

Asgard, already used to their kings- princes- whatever’s- sudden outbursts, just waited for a second. Thor though looked very confused. 

“Just give him a moment.”, someone said to Thor. “He’ll ‘go back to script’ in a second, just wait a bit.” 

—

“Where is the All Father-”

“You said that wrong.” 

Thor frowned.

“What?” 

“You said that wrong.”, Loki repeated, pulling out a board titled Mistakes (Thor), and pulled a stroke, looking very delighted with himself. 

“Uhm, was it my Grammar?” 

“No, its just not in the script, try again.” 

“Uh, Where is the All Father?” 

Loki stared. 

“You just repeated. Try again.” 

“He won’t stop until you get it right.”, whispers one of the servants. Thor gulped. What could be wrong about the sentence? Ah! 

“Who is the All Father?”, he asked.

“What-NO!”

“How is the All-Father?”

“NO!” 

Thor thought for a moment, then he nodded. 

“I know now. Why is the All Father?” 

Loki continued adding strokes to Thors board until deep into the night. 

—

“Kneel before me, brothers.” 

“Beg you little bitch- OH WAIT THAT WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT LIKE THAT!!” Thor just sighed, already used to Lokis strange obsession with everyone wording things in an exact way, whilst Hela just looked at him bewildered. 

While Loki frantically searched some papers, Hela pointed at him with her weapon. 

“What’s up with him?” 

“He has this weird obsession of people saying everything a certain way. Calls the right version script, too. My guess is that those papers show the right answers.“, Thor explained. 

“Does this happen often?”, Hela asked, frowning. 

“Well, just yesterday he had me recite the same sentence about my Mortal dumping me until I got it right. It was very depressing.”, Thor shuddered at the memory. 

Hela just snorted. 

“Your mortal dumped you?” 

“Indeed, though I do recommend focusing in my brother now, he doesn’t take kindly to being ignored.” 

Hela shrugged, then looked at him with curiosity. 

“How many of these wrong strokes do you have?” 

Thor shuddered. 

“91.”

“That’s not too bad actually-“

“He started my list three days ago.” 

“-Ah.” 

***

“I will ruin any happiness you posses. And I’m going to make it slow. And painful.”, Thanos growled. 

Loki blinked in surprise.

“I have happiness???” 

Now Thanos was blinking. 

“I’m happy??? Thor!”, Loki said, turning to his chained brother, who looked to be laughing silently. “Did you hear that? Apparently I do have Happiness somewhere!” 

That was the last straw as Thor burst out laughing. Between laughing and catching air he grit out: “N-Now we just-just have to find it-”

Loki nodded, newfound determination in his eyes. 

“I will find my Happiness.”, he beamed, then put a finger on his chin. “Where could it be hidden though?” 

Thanos sputtered and Thor burst out laughing again as Loki though intensely.

“It’s probably hidden somewhere between my trauma and my desire to kill everyone in the universe. Or under the mountain of Daddy Issues.” 

Thor fell to the floor as Thanos sighed and turned. 

This was exactly why he hated interacting with the God of lies and Mischief. 

He was so fucking difficult. 

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Loki woke up and groaned. He had really hoped he would die from his injuries, but no, the Norns hated him and couldn’t even fulfil him even one wish, so he had to continue this mess of a loop. 

Great.

Fantastic.

Fabulous.

It was moments like this where he regretted telling Thor he was still alive after the attack off the Kursed. Deeply regretted. 

“Loki! You’re awake.”, Thor’s voice did not startle him. He did not jump. He did not. Nu-uh, he stayed in perfect place and did not jump so hard that he fell onto a chair next to the bed he was in, which fell over and ended with him on the floor. He did no such thing, no. 

The only reason he was on the floor was because he wanted to be, not because he jumped. You had no proof to say otherwise. 

“Loki!”, Thor said, sounding slightly frantic. 

“I’m fine.”, he said, giving his brother a thumbs up from where he was laying on the floor. Only because he wanted to lie on this not at all dirty and disgusting floor. Thor just sighed in exhaustion and hauled him back up on the bed, much to Lokis protest. 

“I do not need help, I’m fine.” 

“Says the guy who was buried under a building for multiple hours.”, Thor deadpanned. 

“Says the guy who has been buried under a lot of buildings.”, Loki corrected. “And every time-”, well not every, but Thor did not need to know about loop 764, “-I turn out just fine.” 

There was silence as Thor sighed in exaggeration and shot him an are-you-serious look. Loki shrugged. 

“I’ve been under a lot of Buildings, so don’t worry, I can say from experience that I’ll be fine.”

There was silence in the room and Loki started to think that maybe he had said something wrong-?

“Thats quite scar on your chest.”, Thor said, slowly. 

Loki blinked, looked at his chest and made an ‘o’ with his mouth. 

“I suppose.”, he answered lightly.

Silence again. Ah, right, Thor got concerned when he brushed off what would be a traumatic event for others. Well, not for Loki, but he couldn’t blame Thor for not knowing. 

“It was real.”, Thor stated. Loki blinked and- ah yes he got impaled around a year ago. Thor had assumed it was an Illusion (as he did every time) and Loki hadn’t bothered to correct him (also as every time). 

“Yes, Thor, what did you think? That I just went to the Kursed beforehand and went: Pardon me, but could you stab me through the chest so I can fake my death? Carefully please?”

“Well-I-”, Thor sputtered, but Loki did not show mercy. 

“And that he just went: Of course stranger that was imprisoned for terrorism and mass murder who’s mother I just killed, I’ll do that! What could possibly go wrong!” 

“I-”

“Pray tell me Thor, how did you think that would work?” 

***

(Credit to: TheGhost_Author)

“What would you do if you were stuck in a time loop that could start anywhere between 2012 and your death, but mostly started during an Alien Invasion you did, and It would always restart when you died or when it’s time was up and said time could be anything from five minutes to several years and is completely random, and everything you tried did not work and ended up with you back at that stupid bunker. Also fixing things is not the right solution.” 

The whole room was staring at him like he was a mad man. 

“Did I say something wrong?”, Loki asked slowly.

“No-Yes- Just-“, Cling took a deep breath. “How hypothetical is that?” 

“Very hypothetical, Time loops don’t exist after all.”, Loki stated with an are-you-dumb-or-something voice. 

Clint was not convinced and did not look convinced. Neither was anyone else in the room. The Hydra agents Hawkeye had found god knows where seemed to be questioning if accepting to be here had been the right decision. 

“Right…” said Selvig. 

“So?”, Loki asked, impatient.

“So, fixing things doesn’t work?”, Selvig asked. 

“Does not work at all.”

“What’s causing the time loop?”, Barton asked, eyes very definitely worried. 

“No idea.”, Loki answered. 

“Idk maybe wish for them to stop? With magic?”, some random person spoke up. The worst part of it was that the man was dead serious. 

“Hm, maybe that would work.”, Loki agreed. 

The Hydra agents in the room decided that, yes, accepting to be here had been a great mistake on their part. 

—

Clint Barton was currently very, very confused. But even more than confused, he was very very concerned about his Boss- Loki. 

He had come about with that random, way to specific to be hypothetical, question, and had generally been acting weird since then. 

Well, not weird per se, there were a lot of people behaving like him, but his Boss had a completely different personality before. It had made such a drastic change all of the sudden, almost as if the person had suddenly been years older. 

Yes, Clint was convinced his boss was stuck in a time loop. 

A time loop that apparently started after his death. His death. As if dying and suddenly being alive again wasn’t traumatic enough, no, the poor guy was stuck in a time loop with no way out too. 

In all honesty, he was very close to calling the Avengers and forcing them to give his boss a hug. They’re heroes after all, that’s their job.