Hahahah. I have no business writing new stories when my latest chapter for My Scars Burn Bright has been overdue for two months... but you know... this is me we're talking about...

Warnings: Broken ribs

Chapter 1: That was the Plan…


So I'll reclaim my body and my soul

Banish the broken from my bones

You're no longer my religion

So I take on a whole new energy

Manifest a better part of me

Gotta rid you from my system

It's time for an exorcism

-Exorcism by Clairity


His mind was clear.

Each one of his senses was acutely aware of his surroundings. The green beast had left at some point to clobber some Chitauri. The air smelled like dust and a hint of ozone. The floor beneath him was cracked, and Loki knew most definitely that several of his ribs were too. He couldn't quite get enough air, and the stone digging into his kidney wasn't helping.

But oh Norns, his mind was clear.

It was exhilarating.

He had not been alone in his thoughts for far too long.

Loki realized that he should probably get up and do… something. He didn't know what yet. The Chitauri were definitely going to fail. He'd made sure of that. The humans may take losses but when they were assembled they were stronger than they knew.

He choked in another breath. Fire shot through his chest and side and he couldn't seem to draw in any air for a good amount of time. Oh yeah. Definitely broken ribs.

Loki knew he needed to move.

Not for the sake of his injuries. He supposed those would heal eventually. No. It would never do to indulge in his petty desire to curl up in a ball and never move again. He needed to move because he knew if he didn't, he wouldn't until the Midgardians and his br- not your brother, his brain hissed-…until Thor came around and pulled him off to who knows where. He did not want to be around when Thor tramped in like the stupid, noble warrior he was, demanding justice and all.

Loki drifted off for a moment. The battle sounded quieter. He couldn't tell if it was actually dying down or if it was just him.

He snapped back when he heard the green beast roar in the distance. Oh norns. He really needed to get moving.

Finally mustering the strength and the will to get up, Loki shifted onto his side. Suddenly what felt like hot white flames licked across his torso. Oh, the ribs. Damn the ribs.

He panted a little as he forced himself to move his legs underneath himself. Loki attempted to stand. Unfortunately it was for naught as he immediately crumpled back onto his knees. It seemed that his right hip may have been dislocated. Ugh.

Loki gritted his teeth and dragged himself up again, trying to at least make it to the elevator. He felt a sharp burst of pain as his femur popped back into its proper alignment. He only just stopped his knees from buckling.

He got as far as the stairs before collapsing again.

You know, I think I'll just take a little breather… He lied there for a moment, face inches from the step in front of him. Oh norns, I am so pathetic. Everything seemed altogether too bright and sharp.

He was about to make the attempt to move again when he heard the rubble behind him shift. A spike of fear went through his gut. Ugh no. Please not his little band of freaks.

He turned.

It was the little band of freaks. One of which had an arrow aimed at his skull. This will be fun.

"I think I'll have that drink now." He nodded towards the metal man. The man- Tony Stark, he remembered- gave a small smirk and snorted.

Thor frowned and strode forward. "No drinks for you, brother. It is time you faced justice for your actions." He gripped Loki's arm and pulled him to his feet.

Loki grunted as his wounds were aggravated.

"Heh, justice…" he said, slightly out of breath.

Thor's frown deepened. He then pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Loki's breathing hitched. This time, not from his fractured ribs. He knew exactly what those were. He gave Thor a bitter stare as they were placed on his wrists.

A cold pressure settled in his ribcage as Loki felt his seidr being repressed. Thor just loved competing for being the worst part of Loki's day, didn't he.

"Yes sir… we need detainment immediately… yes sir…" Loki realized that the Widow was contacting her superiors. This was just going to be embarrassing, honestly.

The archer kept an arrow trained on his head as Thor dragged Loki towards the bar. As they waited to the side, Loki stared out the shattered windows. Loki could see the state of both the city and 'his' army. The Chitauri were scattered everywhere, their lifeless bodies piled up in the streets and atop buildings. If he cared for the Chitauri it would be a sobering sight. Still it was sobering for an entirely different reason. He had failed.

He had failed the one person you should never fail.

It was only so long before the wrath of Thanos would find him.

Loki was terrified.


There ya go. The beginning of Exorcism. Ehehehe. Nothing y'all don't know already tbh. It's all in the movie.