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Loki picked up the Tesseract in the confusion and disappeared, he didn’t leave New York right way he just disappeared somewhere among the mess and the mayhem. He hid in a half-collapsed building and removed the mouthpiece and the chains on his body, he shivered as he felt his magic return him. He looked back at the glowing square, for now, he is going to use it to help himself disappear from Earth before the Avengers and his brother find him.

Whimpering stopped him in thoughts he looked up from the Tesseract and looked around the building until he heard “Help!” Loki sighed and hung his head…I don’t have to help could just leave…he thought “My leg is a trap, I’m stuck.” A new frown from on the god’s face as he moved through the rubble until he comes across a small boy laying there under the rubble; his leg was indeed trapped under a large pillar.
“None of that sniffling,” Loki said as he walks over to the boy.
“I-It’s my leg, Mister.” The boy whimpered, Loki hummed as he stood over him and then waved his hand over the pillar and it lifted it up. The brown-haired boy pulled himself backwards and then held his leg as he watched the dark-haired god put the pillar down.
“There they can’t say I’m just cold-hearted,” Loki mumbled as he looked down at the boy, he knelt down and looked at the injured leg seeing it has turned people …not good… he thought.
“It hurts.” The boy rasped
“I imagine it does, you have shattered your knee caps and even if your doctors could fix that, the bones in your leg are most likely shattered.” The boy looked up at him and blinked through watery tears.
“Please don’t let them cut my leg off.” Loki was impressed at the conclusion that the boy got to.

Loki hummed as he reached out and touched the injured leg and watches the boy cry out as he placed his hands either side calf, it was already cold. Turning to look behind him Loki wondered how long it would be before someone found him, this boy needs medical help now. “Tell you what as I’m in a good mood I will heal your leg.” He smiles, the boy nods his head as Loki looked back down at the discoloured leg and used his magic once again to heal the boy.
“I-It tickles.” The young boy said.
“Does it?” Loki smiled rubbed his leg watching the colour and warm return “There we go how does that feel?” He asked,
“Thank you, Mister.” The boy smiled at him and knelt up to hug Loki, the god gasped in shock at the 11-year-old reactions but none the less he smiled and warped his arms around him.
“You’re welcome little one.” He sighed and then pulled him back “Now where is your mother and father?” He asked, the boy suddenly looked away from him.
“They are dead.” Loki suddenly felt a hard ball of guilt hit his stomach.
“They're dead?”
“They died when I was 3.” The hardball faded a little knowing he didn’t have a hand in their deaths. “I live with my Aunt and Uncle.” Loki nods and hums again as he looks around the wreck train station.
“Where are they then?” He asked softly as he notices the trickle of blood running down the boy’s head…that should have healed?…he thought…maybe not all my powers are back…
“I don’t know? I was on the train with Aunt May.” He says as he looks around the wreckage and frowned. “I-I don’t know.”

He started to tear up again and Loki frowned for some reason he thought about taking the boy with him…No that is a bad idea…he thinks to himself the boy started to become unstable on his feet. He put his hands to his head and whimpered at the pain.
“I don’t feel so good.” He mumbled Loki reaches out and scoops the boy up before he falls to the ground; he presses his face into the god’s chest.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” He tells him “This is what happens when you try and be good.” Loki sighs as he looks at the boy that hung limply in his arms. He walked back to the Tesseract with the boy still in his arms and picked up the glowing cube and then disappeared.

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Loki picked up the Tesseract in the confusion and disappeared, he didn’t leave New York right way he just disappeared somewhere among the mess and the mayhem. He hid in a half-collapsed building and removed the mouthpiece and the chains on his body, he shivered as he felt his magic return him. He looked back at the glowing square, for now, he is going to use it to help himself disappear from Earth before the Avengers and his brother find him.

Whimpering stopped him in thoughts he looked up from the Tesseract and looked around the building until he heard “Help!” Loki sighed and hung his head…I don’t have to help could just leave…he thought “My leg is a trap, I’m stuck.” A new frown from on the god’s face as he moved through the rubble until he comes across a small boy laying there under the rubble; his leg was indeed trapped under a large pillar.
“None of that sniffling,” Loki said as he walks over to the boy.
“I-It’s my leg, Mister.” The boy whimpered, Loki hummed as he stood over him and then waved his hand over the pillar and it lifted it up. The brown-haired boy pulled himself backwards and then held his leg as he watched the dark-haired god put the pillar down.
“There they can’t say I’m just cold-hearted,” Loki mumbled as he looked down at the boy, he knelt down and looked at the injured leg seeing it has turned people …not good… he thought.
“It hurts.” The boy rasped
“I imagine it does, you have shattered your knee caps and even if your doctors could fix that, the bones in your leg are most likely shattered.” The boy looked up at him and blinked through watery tears.
“Please don’t let them cut my leg off.” Loki was impressed at the conclusion that the boy got to.

Loki hummed as he reached out and touched the injured leg and watches the boy cry out as he placed his hands either side calf, it was already cold. Turning to look behind him Loki wondered how long it would be before someone found him, this boy needs medical help now. “Tell you what as I’m in a good mood I will heal your leg.” He smiles, the boy nods his head as Loki looked back down at the discoloured leg and used his magic once again to heal the boy.
“I-It tickles.” The young boy said.
“Does it?” Loki smiled rubbed his leg watching the colour and warm return “There we go how does that feel?” He asked,
“Thank you, Mister.” The boy smiled at him and knelt up to hug Loki, the god gasped in shock at the 11-year-old reactions but none the less he smiled and warped his arms around him.
“You’re welcome little one.” He sighed and then pulled him back “Now where is your mother and father?” He asked, the boy suddenly looked away from him.
“They are dead.” Loki suddenly felt a hard ball of guilt hit his stomach.
“They're dead?”
“They died when I was 3.” The hardball faded a little knowing he didn’t have a hand in their deaths. “I live with my Aunt and Uncle.” Loki nods and hums again as he looks around the wreck train station.
“Where are they then?” He asked softly as he notices the trickle of blood running down the boy’s head…that should have healed?…he thought…maybe not all my powers are back…
“I don’t know? I was on the train with Aunt May.” He says as he looks around the wreckage and frowned. “I-I don’t know.”

He started to tear up again and Loki frowned for some reason he thought about taking the boy with him…No that is a bad idea…he thinks to himself the boy started to become unstable on his feet. He put his hands to his head and whimpered at the pain.
“I don’t feel so good.” He mumbled Loki reaches out and scoops the boy up before he falls to the ground; he presses his face into the god’s chest.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” He tells him “This is what happens when you try and be good.” Loki sighs as he looks at the boy that hung limply in his arms. He walked back to the Tesseract with the boy still in his arms and picked up the glowing cube and then disappeared.