The Avengers Babysit Loki?!

Nightmare

It's dark. There's one light, glowing in the distance. Loki walks towards it. He feels weird, something's not right. He looks down, he is his normal age again, he's an adult. Right as he sees this, the light goes out, then come back it a red color. It's pulsing almost like a heart beat. Fire comes from the light. It roars and rolls, circling Loki. The fire close to buring him, when it goes out. A figure blocks the light. Loki looks up, fear taking over. He says nothing, afraid that something will happen if he speaks. The figure opens their eyes and smiles. Their eyes, yellow, snake looking, their teeth, white as snow.

"Look at you. Do you miss this? Being your normal age?" Vritra asks. Loki says nothing. "I asked you a question."

"You have no power over me. I do not have to answer you." Loki says.

"I have no power over you?" Vritra asks. "Ha. Has that so called genius Tony Stark not figured it out yet? Or the other one, Bruce, has he not figured it out yet either?"

"Figured out what?" Loki asks. Vritra smiles.

"So they haven't. I really thought they were smarter. I have given so many hints." Vritra says.

"What are you talking about? Tell me now!" Loki says.

"Oh a little touchy aren't we?" Vritra says.

"Tell me!" Loki demands.

"Oh come on, even you haven't figured it out? The day you noticed something was off with your age, I was there. The fire you saw, was me." Vritra says. Loki stares at her, wide eyed.

"You did this to me. You turned me into a five year old boy. Why?" Loki asks.

"You don't need to know. But I do want you to be part of something bigger." Vritra says. "Something that involves the death of our enemies. The Avengers."

"They are no longer my enemies, they are my friends. They might not think highly of me, and I do not blame them for that, I blame myself. But no matter, I will protect then, I will never help you. As I, myself, was told, you're going to loose, it's in your nature, you lack conviction." Loki says.

"Who ever told you that was a fool! As are you for denying me what I want." Vritra says.

"You speak however you want of me. But you will not speak of him like that!" Loki says. Vritra laughs.

"You've grown soft. Witch only means this will torture you more." Vritra says. Loki watches her as she starts to circle him. "Not only will I torture you, make you beg for mercy, but I will also torture the only person you care about. The only person who cares about you. Your brother."

Vritra stops circling and stands in front of Loki. A evil smile comes to her face as she sees the fear in Loki's eyes.

"I will only leave you enough strength so you can sit up and watch as I attack your brother." Vritra says.

"No." Loki says shaking his head. "No."

"And I will watch as your brother falls, and starts screaming in pain as I burn his skin."

"No!"

"Then I will kill him, right in front of your face and listen to you scream!" Vritra says.

"Nooooooo!" Loki screams. Vritra grabs him by the throat.
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"Nooooooo!" Loki screams shooting straight up. He looks down, he's five again. And on the couch in Thor's room.

"Loki? Loki what's wrong?" Thor asks from his bed.

Loki is breathing hard, it feels like someone has his throat, it's getting harder and harder to breath. He jerks around and looks at Thor. He tries to talk, but no words come out. Thor gets up and walks over to the couch.

"Loki. Loki breath. Breath." Thor says. Loki keeps trying to talk.

"N-N-Nigh-Night-Nightmare." Loki manages to say.

"What was it about Loki." Thor asks. Loki has caught his breath now, the felling of someone having his throat is gone. He calms down and looks at Thor.

"A dragon." Loki says, one tear goes down his face. He can't bare to think of what Vritra said about Thor. He can't say anything or Thor will go out looking for a fight, and maybe get killed in the process. All he can do is hold it in, and never let anyone know. Thor hugs Loki.

"Do not worry it was just a dream. Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?" Thor asks. Loki nods. Loki walks over and climbs into Thor's bed. Thor smiles at Loki, though he fears there is something more to this nightmare. "Goodnight brother."

Loki lays awake that night. Thinking of what Vritra said. Even though he is only five, he knows that this was no dream. This was real. And this won't be the end.

Flashback- The Day He Realized Something Was Off.

Loki rode through the forest. He managed to get his horse out of the royal stables without anyone noticing. He is planning on going to talk to Odin, but right know he can't bare to even try and face him. So he just rides through the forest, thinking of what he might says, how he might explain. Loki continues to ride, lost in his own thoughts when his horse stops suddenly. Loki leans down and pets his horse's neck.

"What is it boy?" Loki asks, his horse tosses his head, almost like pointing forward.

Loki looks up, he doesn't really believe what he his seeing. Green fire, floating right there in the middle of the forest. He looked at it with great interest. The linger he looks the more the fire pulsed like like a heart beat. Loki began to grow tied. Before he knew what happened, everything went black.

Loki is woken by his horse nudging him with it's head. Loki reaches up and pets his horse.

"I must have fallen off and hit my head." Loki says to himself.

He stands up and dusts himself off. Somethings not right, he looks down. His clothes are slightly too big. He doesn't understand, they fit before. He walks over to a puddle that is beside the trail he was ridding on and looks at himself. He can't belive it, he looks younger, he is younger.

Loki continues to stare at his refection. His horse comes up and pushes Loki in the back with its head, snapping Loki out of it. Loki doesn't know what to do. He can't go to Asgrad for help, he can't go to Odin. He can't figure this out by himself. Then he thinks of something. The only person he knows will help him. The only person who won't turn him away. The only person who still believes in him. The only person who never have up on him. The only person who will care.

"Thor."