Black, gold and green (Avengers fanfic)

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: 
Loki, the god of mischief, who had wreaked havoc in New York City, was now reduced to chains wrapped tightly around his wrists, a metal muzzle clasped tightly around his face and his fine Asgardian leather armour had now been replaced with a simple long sleeved shirt and baggy olive green pants. He kept his eyes glued to the ground as Thor, his brother, pulled him towards the entrance of the Avengers tower. With his hammer in one hand, and the chain that connected to Loki’s cuffs tightly in the other, the blonde-haired god made his way to the entrance of the tower. 

“Ah, Point Break and Reindeer Games! We’ve been expecting you, come on in,” Tony opened the huge glass door that allowed the two gods to enter the tower. Thor and Tony decided to catch up about life as they entered the elevator that was about to go to the common room, since Thor had been in Asgard for about half a year now, trying to settle things about Loki. As for said god, he never tore his eyes away from the ground, as if the floor beneath him was so interesting. Both Thor and Tony noticed this, and though the billionaire loved seeing Loki so helpless, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the god. 

“And we’re here! Go and catch up with the Avengers, I’m pretty sure Reindeer Games won’t go anywhere. Besides, where else would he go? And if he does try to escape, Jarvis will alert me,” Tony tells Thor as the elevator doors open to reveal the common room. Natasha and Clint were watching TV, Bruce was reading a book and Steve was cleaning up the table from dinner. Thor smiled, passing the chain that held Loki to a grinning Tony, while the god went to his friends to chat. When everyone saw Loki, Clint and Nat couldn’t help but smirk, while Bruce and Steve both gave him a smile. However, Loki still didn’t look up, but instead processed whatever Tony had just said. The mechanic was right. Loki had nowhere to go. Thor had agreed with both the Avengers and Odin, that Loki had to serve out his sentence, not only in Asgard, but also on earth. Thor had struck up some kind of a deal with both parties, which seemed to satisfy them, but had left Loki in the dark about this. What he didn’t know can’t hurt him, right? And, as part of the deal, Loki would stay in the Avengers tower for accommodation, food and daily necessities, while the Avengers would be overseeing Loki carry out his sentence. 

While Thor caught up with his friends, Tony gently tugged on Loki’s chain, signalling to Loki that they were about to walk. The raven-haired god must have noticed this, since he nodded his head slightly, but never took his eyes off the ground even once. Tony led Loki to a couch in the common room that was near the window, far away from everyone, but still close enough for the Avengers to keep an eye on him. Tony gave him a smile before walking off to where Thor was seated with the others. It was only at this time when Loki looked up. The god was terrified, to say the least. He didn’t know what to expect, what was going to happen to him. Hell, his life may just turn around completely overnight. However, Loki knew that he had no say in this. If he wanted to live and have food and proper shelter, he had to play nice and listen to the Avengers. Thor raven-haired god stared outside the window, the street lights of New York illuminating the night sky. Vehicles occupied the busy roads, as the sounds of horns filled the air. Civilians rushed down the narrow pavements, either chatting on their phones or squeezing past the crowds to get to their desired location. A smile tugged on Loki’s lips as the sides of his mouth curled upwards ever so slightly. The god enjoyed seeing the bustling life of Midgardians, though he never really understood what they were doing most of the time. 

The god of mischief shifted himself a little, turning his body so that his back was leaning against the armrest of the sofa, which allowed him to be comfortable, and at the same time, enjoy the view of New York. “Enjoying the view, Reindeer Games?” Clint had somehow managed to slip away from the rest of the Avengers and walked up to the god. He had a smirk plastered on his face as he folded his arms, towering in front of Loki. The raven-haired god stopped admiring the view, and swiftly whipped his head back to his lap, trying to make himself seem small and invisible. 

“It’s alright, Lokes, I don’t bite,” The archer chuckled, but the smile slipped off his face when he realised that Loki wasn’t responding. The god was just merely listening and trying not to be noticed. What the hell happened to the boisterous, sassy and mischievous god that controlled Clint’s mind? What had Asgard done to him? Clint couldn’t help but also feel a twinge of sympathy towards the god of mischief. The assassin knew something big had happened that led to Loki looking like this. However, Clint knew that Loki’s ‘sentence’ that Thor and the Avengers planned out was going to be one heck of a ride.