WARNING: Non-con. Gang rape. Altered mental state involving drugs. Seriously, this is gross, be careful. Also, a less-than-flattering depiction of a group of Norse pagans. Sorry, real life religious folk, I know most of you don't suck.
Written for the Thor kink meme on livejournal.
Chapter 1: Uggr
Now:
This is not his brother.
Thor shuts his eyes, shuts them tight.
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Then:
The cell contains one lightbulb, one locked door, and two gods of varying degrees of good humour.
He doesn't know how the men managed to capture both of them. Usually tactics that work to subdue Loki will not work to subdue Thor, and visa versa.
He knows how they caught him; with weapons of science, a collar around his neck that burns where it touches his skin, and, as long as the blinking red light upon it remains lit, reduces his strength to that of two mortal men instead of two thousand, robs him of his control over wind and weather, and deafens Mjolnir to his calls for aid.
Where is Mjolnir? What are these ANIMALS doing with his hammer?
"I'm sure they aren't doing anything to damage it, Thor," comes the sibilant voice of his cellmate.
It is a matter of great sadness, Thor thinks, that Loki should be the one person in the universe who can best divine the lay of his thoughts.
"Mayhap they are simply using it for sport," Loki goes on, because a. it has been two hours since they were brought here, and b. Loki grows bored if he is forced to look at the same scenery for more than two minutes and c. when Loki is bored, Thor will suffer. This is one of the fundamentals of the cosmos, absolute and unbreakable. "There is a human game I saw on one of their televisual implements. It is called 'hammer-throwing.' The rules of the game are…"
"Do you have anything useful to contribute, brother?" Thor enquires.
He'd assumed that Loki was to blame when he'd woken up in a cell, the cursed collar scalding his neck, and the trickster staring down his long nose at him. The immediate throttling that had commenced at that point had been cut short by Thor's realisation that Loki, too, wore a collar, although the light upon his kept flickering, and his strength was not as greatly reduced as Thor's was, for he was able to push the thunder god away easily.
Not nearly strong enough to free them, though. Like Thor, he is bound to the wall by chains that end at his wrists and ankles.
Thor tests the chains. If he were at full strength, snapping them would be like snapping spider silk. As it is…
"They have another game," says Loki. "It is called 'croquet'. You take a mallet, smaller than Mjolnir, but not unsimilar in shape, and you arrange several hoops…"
Perhaps if I loop the chain around my neck, Thor thinks, and pull with all my might, I can strangle myself to death.
Attempting to find comfort leaning back against the bare wall, Thor reflects upon all the people he would rather be locked up with, while Loki's ramblings become white noise in the background.