Loki had spent two months with the Avengers and they seemed to be warming up to him. They would let him wander around the tower on his own and even let him help Tony and Bruce out in the lab. Loki enjoyed spending time with them. However one day changed that. 

"Loki! We are going out to buy some new clothes for Steve! I can't take the old man clothes anymore!"

"they aren't old man clothes Tony!" Steve cut Tony off. "do you want to come Loki?"

Loki didn't want to go. He wanted to stay in the tower, where he knew he couldn't be seen by the general public. He hasn't been out since his attempt to take over Midgard. Thanks to his punishment from Odin, 'which I shall never speak of again ' he thought to himself, he had changed. He still played tricks, like the time he replaced Tony's scotch with water or when he painted Steve's shield pink, but he never did anything to harm people anymore. Unfortunately the public didn't know that.

"do I have to?" Loki sighed.

"yes. Now come on!" tony shouted.

Loki moved towards the door and stepped into the hallway. He went down to the kitchen, grabbed some toast, and went down to the basement. He met tony and they, they being the avengers and loki, drove off to a shopping center. 

When they arrived, they tried to remain inconspicuous. All were wearing midgardian clothing and everyone had to leave behind their weapons, much to Natasha's dismay. Anyway, as they approached the doors, someone recognized Thor and started shouting. Then they noticed Loki and everyone froze. 

"hey!" One man shouted. "its that reindeer guy who tried to take over!"

'its not a reindeer' loki thought ' its a ram'

That wasn't the only thing that hurt Loki that day. Many people looked at him as if he were a monster. They shouted. Some even took the opportunity to throw things. If Loki had his magic he would have told great pleasure in making them pay but, as it happened, he didn't. 

They drove home in silence as everyone tried to look anywhere but at Loki. He was covered in cuts and bruises and the look on his face was of pure anger and humiliation. ' beaten by mortals' he thought to himself, shaking his head a bit. He didn't show it but deep down the mortals words had gotten to him. He was a monster. He knew he was. He couldn't justify what he had done to the people of Midgard. He didn't quite know why he did it. But he did do it. And now he must pay the price.