Title: Ruination
Summary: Pulled from the void and tortured into submission, Loki questions the sudden interest this strange creature wants with him. Rated M. SLASH. Other/Loki. RE-POSTED
Warnings: Explicit rape/sexual abuse, Descriptive abuse, Kink, Violence, Traumatic events, Torture, Psychological and Physical Trauma, and Suicide Attempt.
Challenged by: SingleLoki
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Art in its finest form of beauty could be destroyed.
The Other had seen it from its fleeting beginning to its awful end. The moment he had set eyes on art was the moment he watched two Chitauri soldiers drag a limp body in front of Thanos' throne.
A question floated in his mind.
Why was the boy special?
He would be foolish to question his master's decision. So he remained silent and let his golden eyes observe the body on the floor. It had been so long since he had seen one so fair, especially having lived so in such a barren place.
His emotions rose and he felt hunger.
The Chitauri soldiers hissed and backed away from the throne. The Other then stole a glance at Thanos, who was facing away from them and watching the universe around him. Slowly, the Other circled the limp body.
"Is he awake?" Thanos asked.
"No, my lord."
"Then what are you standing there for?" He growled. "Wake him."
The Other wasted no time as he nudged the boy with his foot. The boy stirred and he managed to glimpse at bright, emerald eyes. It was a fleeting moment for it rolled back as the boy went back to sleep.
"Get up!"
He nudged again.
The boy jolted awake and propped himself up. Shocked, his emerald eyes widened as he tried to figure out where he was. The boy trembled and stared at the Other in confusion. The Other retreated to his corner and waited.
Pleasure crawled through his grey skin.
"What is your name, child?" Thanos turned. "You need not fear me."
The boy trembled and tested his voice. He could not find it. Panic and the need to flee spread through his body. He looked around for escape, but could not find one. The Other tilted his head and imagined the punishment his master would do for the boy's disobedience.
"Your name, child."
Thanos took a step forward and crossed his arms, but the boy remained defiant.
The Other had met all of Thanos' children. They all had something in common. They were brave, foolish at times, but extremely loyal. If the boy was anything like them, Thanos would take him in.
But the Other sensed more to him than that.
If he was a good reader of character, this Asgardian seemed uncooperative, unruly, and antagonistic— something Thanos disliked.
"Loki."
Ah, so that was his name.
Thanos was pleased that he had answered, but it did not end there. Loki asked… no, demanded where he was. The boy was royalty, the Other observed. It showed from the tone of his voice and the way he held himself.
This was not good for him.
His short dark hair and tearful emerald eyes were deceitful. This boy was no innocent. This boy's words were sharp like knives. Because of this, Thanos would remake him. The master would do anything to achieve his goals.
And he would need the Other to help him.
For this, the Other's grin grew wide and his golden eyes narrowed at his prize. The moment Loki had spoken in turn was the moment he had set his fate.
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"Kill me if you must!" Loki hissed. "I will never comply with you willingly!"
"Not willingly," Thanos nodded. "That can be settled."
With a single glance, the Chitauri swarmed Loki and pinned him down. Thanos walked to his chair and allowed the scene to unfold. The sound of struggle were music to the Other's ears.
"It is his fault." The Other thought.
Had Loki complied and not disrespected Thanos, Loki would have been spared and given what he wanted. Thanos was merciful and true to his word. This was nothing compared to what Thanos had done to his children to toughen them up.
It was mercy.
"Hold him still." The Other ordered.
Loki struggled and tried to force his way out and run. He could not do anything. He was completely weakened and outnumbered, but he wasn't defenseless. He managed to kill three and injured two Chitauri soldiers before the rest could pin his arms and legs.
His magic was useless.
Something prevented him from using it.
Chains. That's what it was. Loki looked at his wrists. He was bound and at the mercy of this creature. He glared and tried to get up, but his body was fatigued. He would not reach a step even if he tried.
"Give in, child." Thanos soothing voice echoed. "The more you run, the closer it is you reach your end."
Loki was about to retort, but he could not move.
The number of Chitauri pinning him was too much. He saw stars as his vision began to darken. Suddenly, the weight lifted slightly and he could breathe again. He felt the Chitauri move and give way for the Other.
The creature differed from the rest.
He wore little armor as they did. He had a cloak over his head and golden braces over his mouth. Loki's eyes widened in shock as the Other hovered over him and bent down.
"This will be quick." It said.
The creature's two thumbs traced Loki's pale skin.
It dipped to his collarbones and Loki stilled. The Other quickly pulled away and gestured something to the soldiers. Loki couldn't see what was happening around him for there were too many faces near him.
Only when the Other had received it did Loki know.
It was a scepter.
Loki eyed it with curiosity and fear— even more so when the sharp edge of it pointed at his chest. It burned bright and warm. Loki's emerald eyes darkened and it swirled from color to color.
"Do not fight it!" The Other cried.
"Release me!" Loki shouted. "E-enough!"
Eyes tempted to close in defeat, but Loki continued to battle it out. The Other dragged the scepter's tip closer to his heart and pushed down enough to draw blood. Loki gritted his teeth and struggled harder.
They tried to get into his head.
When Loki would still not listen, the Other pulled away and eyed his master. Thanos had his chair turned away from the scene. The Other looked back at Loki, who panted heavily. He was on the verge of collapse.
"My lord," The Other croaked. "He refuses."
"I know." Thanos said.
"What do we do with him?"
"Break him."
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Loki tasted blood.
His body ached and his fingers were broken. His lips were cut and bruises of blue and purple riddled his pale skin. He opened his eyes and a blur of darkness welcomed him. He felt bile rise in his throat as he tried to compose himself.
Immediately, he pushed himself up to his knees and vomited.
But nothing came out.
Loki collapsed on his back and stared at the darkness. He did not know how long he had been in the void. The agonizing silence and madness felt like nothing compared to this type of torture. He would welcome the void once more if he had a choice.
Slowly, he gathered his strength.
Loki crawled to the wall and eyed his surroundings. His vision cleared and he could vaguely make out where he was.
He was in a small, dark and smelly cell. His neck was chained along with his wrists. He tried to pull the chains, but it was too strong for him. His head lowered in defeat as he tried to think of another way to escape.
Why?
Why was he so unfortunate?
The cell door creaked and light flooded his vision. Loki squinted and a sudden ringing sounded in his ears. The familiar hissy voice came from the door, "Are you well rested?" It asked. Loki couldn't help but frown.
His vision cleared once more and the Other stood before him.
Three other Chitauri soldiers waited behind him.
Loki, who was still defiant, stood his ground and glared at all four of them. The Other cackled in delight at this. Loki felt a slight shiver up his spine. This thing… this creature made his skin crawl.
"I think you well rested."
Loki hoarsely answered, "You think beating me will make me submit?"
"Our master wants your cooperation."
"You do not have it."
The Other took a step back and made a gesture. Two of the Chitauri walked up behind him to get the chain from the wall. He was then pushed to his knees with both Chitauri holding his chains. Loki lifted his head and eyed the third one, who had a very sharp whip in his hands.
He felt a blade cut through the back of his tunic.
"What are you doing?!"
In one swift motion, the tunic was off. Loki dreaded the worst and despite having asked them, he knew what they were going to do. The two soldiers held on to him as Loki began to struggle. His aching body did not help him.
"Stop!"
"Go on." The Other hissed. "We need his compliance."
The first hit came and Loki's body slumped forward. A sharp gasped escaped his lips. When the second hit came, Loki braced himself. He looked at the Other, who watched in amusement. It made Loki angry, but his anger was forgotten when the third whip came.
On and on, he tried to hold back his screams.
"T-this… doesn't…" Loki gritted his teeth. "D-doesn't… chan-nge… anything."
"Impressive." The Other smiled. "You still have some left in you."
"I w-will… kill you."
The whip slapped again and Loki bit his lip and let out a soft gasp. The Other's fingers twitched as he watched again and again how Loki gasped and writhed blow after blow. He itched to teach this boy a lesson he would not forget.
That pale skin, so tempting… beaded with sweat and blood.
Loki cried out loudly.
Finally!
The Other watched Loki clutch and claw the ground as he panted and wheezed in pain. The Other took a step forward and asserted his dominance. The blows continued and when Loki no longer responded, it stopped. The Other grabbed Loki's hair and pulled him up. Loki looked at him with red and teary emerald eyes.
"Had enough?"
"I… r-refuse t-to…" Loki wheezed. "…to play… you f-foolish game."
"Very well."
The Other signaled to the rest and the whip slammed against Loki's bleeding skin. Loki whimpered and his body convulsed. He could not move or get away. He was so weak and blow after blow drained him further.
What impressive bravery…
After a few more blows, the Other grew bored and started pacing. He eyed the work done to Loki's back. It was painted red with each line layered over the other. Minutes later, Loki's whimpers and choked sobs turned into screams.
It was close enough for Loki to forget his name.
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Thanos was more than patient.
The Other knew his master cared not for Loki. As long as the boy healed by the end of the day and broken again by morning, the torture would continue. They did not stop their harassment, not until Loki was unable to speak, unable to think, and unable to beg.
It had been the same methods of boring torture and Loki still won't give in.
They had to be creative.
Loki was tied to a table in the middle of a rusted room inside the Chitauri ship. His hands were bound over his head and his legs tied together. His mouth was gagged and his eyes covered with the same material.
The Other snickered at Loki's silence.
In the beginning, Loki had been screaming obscenities at them. Now, he was left as a whimpering mess riddled with scars. Over the course of their torture, Loki had still managed to kill a few more Chitauri.
"Leave us," The Other told the soldiers.
The Chitauri left the room and they were left alone. Loki couldn't see or speak, but he could feel the Other's fingers drag up the table to his thighs. It lingered at the side for a moment before it moved to the waistband of his leggings.
It hovered, but moved on to trace the muscles on his stomach up to his chest. Loki moved his wrists, but felt the sharp edges of the shackles binding him. The Other was silent, too silent for Loki.
"We shall begin." The Other growled.
Before Loki could guess what was happening, he felt vile liquid pour on his face, making it hard for him to breathe. The Other's hand lingered on his arm and it made his heart race. He began to choke and drown, so he turned away, but the liquid followed.
Suddenly, it stopped.
"You are making this worse for yourself, Asgardian."
Loki coughed through the gag and tried to kick, but it only injured him further. Unexpectedly, the fingers holding his arm dug deep into his flesh. It drew blood.
"Surrender to the master."
Loki shook his head and refused to be a plaything to the Mad Titan. He may hate his family, his brother, and his father, but he could never betray them like this. There was too much at stake, not just for them but for the whole universe.
"Very well," The Other whispered.
Liquid continued to pour down and no sooner did Loki lose consciousness. The Other stopped and took the gag off. Loki vomited the liquid out. Ah, this torment was enjoyable, but this boy was relentless. The Other needed to use other means of torture if it meant pleasing his master.
His pleasure had to wait.
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Loki looked terrible.
Bruises, scars, and open wounds lingered on his body. His hair was a mess, and his lips were cut and torn. He was still chained, collared, and left in his cell to ponder his thoughts. He had learned when to speak when they questioned him.
"Thor would find me." He believed. "He will find me."
The Other said it wasn't possible.
Whom should he believe? Himself or this strange creature?
Suddenly, the door opened. It wasn't the Other this time, but it was another one of the soldiers. "Another day of torture," Loki thought. He was pulled up to his feet and Loki followed. His sullen eyes closed as the waited for punishment.
No matter what, he wouldn't give in.
This would be his legacy: the one who defied Thanos, the Mad Titan.
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"You are too kind," Thanos scolded. "He is nothing more than a child seeking the attention of a foolish parent. Give him the promise of a king and he will kneel."
"We are doing everything," The Other bowed. "The boy is relentless. He counters and is formidable when it comes to our influences."
"You are not trying hard enough."
"Master—"
"Break him." Thanos deeply growled. "I want him burnt and crying. I want him on his knees, begging for mercy. I want him skinned and near death. Do what you must if promises fly through his ears. I care not if his body is battered or bruised, he is an Asgardian and will heal swiftly."
"Yes, my lord."
"I am close to my goals and my patience runs thin."
"Then I will break him more."
"Destroy who he thinks he is." Thanos suggested. "Give him an idea then take it from him. As I said, he is a child that takes what is dangled to him. You simply need to show it. Persecute him, abuse him, and damage what he believes, because if you cannot do it, then I will."
The Other left quickly and went back into the ship.
Chitauri were savage creatures, primal at best.
All from the galaxy tend to forget that they weren't loving creatures. They were used to this style of mistreatment and illegality. They bred for battle and death, raped and conquered, destroyed lives and triumphed in wars… they were beasts that claim what they want, when they want it.
Ruthless creatures…
The Other figured it was time.
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Loki faced the wall his hands chained above him. They had whipped him again and he had screamed his lungs out. He could barely see nor breathe. He was beginning to show signs of malnutrition for their lack of decency to give him no more than a dull, disgusting-looking porridge every other week.
The Chitauri entered his cell and Loki prepared himself for the routine.
But this was different.
They had buckets with them. Only when Loki saw the contents did his body jolt awake and tried to move away in panic. "No, no, no, no, no…" Loki cried, pulling at the chains. He still wasn't healed and what they were going to do was add more damage to his already broken body.
It was filthy, boiling water.
Loki pulled at the chains harder, nearly damaging and breaking his wrists in the process. In the corner of his eye, Loki saw the Other enter the room.
"Have you not had your fun?!" Loki shouted. "I will never comply!"
The Other ignored him.
Soon, the hot liquid poured down Loki's back and it licked his wounds in excruciating pain. Loki screamed at the top of his lungs as his skin burned. The water dripped down his back, to his legs, and his feet.
Loki's skin blotted and reddened, while some scars bled. He slumped forward and wheezed, near collapse once more. The Other gestured, "That is enough," and they stopped to move away. The Other watched as Loki couldn't straighten himself.
He moved forward and whispered, "Have you had enough?
Loki was too lost in pain to answer.
Not long after, Loki passed out.
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Warm… so warm.
Loki felt something sooth the aches, bruises, and welts on his back. He slowly opened his eyes into a thin line and found himself on the floor. He tried to push himself up, but stopped when pain shot through his body once more.
The Other sneered, "Move and I will dig my nails into your flesh again."
Loki saw a shadow hover over him.
Why was the Other putting healing salves on his back? It was soothing, yes, but this was too strange and comforting to be real. He knew this was another form of torture— to feign kindness to an already desperate man only to refuse their wishes at the last second.
"You enjoy this."
That was a foolish question to ask Loki.
Sedated and comfortable, Loki could only close his eyes as the different smells attacked his senses. His body grew warmer, his wounds turned numb, and his surroundings slowly spun. He felt so wonderful and he wasn't sure why.
"Enjoy this while it lasts." The Other supplied. "We cannot break you further if you are severely damaged."
"W-why…"
The Other dug another finger into the wound and Loki's face scrunched in pain. He huffed and gasped, turning to glare at Thanos' pesky servant. Loki let himself drift for a moment and forget, but when cold air lightly brushed him, he came awake and realized…
He was naked.
Embarrassment was what he felt, but what was left of his sanity from all the torture said that the boiling water had damaged his lower parts. He now had to endure this physical and intimate torture so his wounds would heal.
"He will not come for you."
Loki blinked at the Other, who had seated himself in front of him.
"The name you speak in your dreams."
Thor.
"You lie."
"Do I?" The Other snickered. "You are in another world, far from your precious home, Asgardian."
Loki knew the Other was baiting him. He was trying to break his mind, knowing he had finally broken his body. Loki wouldn't allow it. It was all he had. He chuckled in defiance to annoy the Other.
Norns, this creature did not know who he truly was.
It was funny.
"This name you speak," The creature whispered. "Must you call to him knowing that he will never arrive to save you?"
"I will not fall for this." Loki croaked.
"I speak truth."
"What do you plan to do now?"
"What else?" The Other smirked. "The master only wishes for your compliance. There would not be any torture had you accepted this."
"And let my family suffer?" Loki laughed. "Thank you, but no."
"Family?" He snorted. "You no longer have one. You may be good at hiding information, but you are not good at hiding your pains, forgotten prince. Thank the scepter of the master, for in this he knows all. You were once a king, betrayed."
"Silence," Loki hissed.
Feeling conscious of his body's naked form, he curled up to cover himself. The Other snickered and Loki could only glare. Intimidating, sure, but this creature was nothing compared the Thanos.
"Do you yield?"
"Never."
Like a snake, the Other slithered out of the room and left Loki in the dark.
oOo
Toxins.
So many toxins filled his nose and he couldn't stand up. He was lying in the corner, eyes dazed and body limp. He was tricked, of course, how stupid of him. He saw so many images around him and he couldn't tell… he could no longer tell if they were real.
But it felt so good.
He readily welcomed the wonderful sensations that consumed his body. Like fire, it enveloped him… warming him… and it took him away from the horrid events that had plagued him for so long.
He felt blissful at first, but no sooner did it turn into a nightmare.
"How could you?"
Loki lifted his gaze to see Thor. The Thunderer had his arms crossed and looked angry. It wasn't something new. Definitely not. Loki had seen this face in every situation he could possibly think of.
"I trusted you and you lied to me."
"Did I?" Loki chuckled weakly. "I know I did."
"Coward!"
"Thor…"
"Liar! I was a fool to believe your words. You are not sincere. You tried to kill me. How could you? I loved you!"
"Thor, listen."
Loki reached out, but Thor moved away. A sharp pain stabbed through Loki's head. When Loki reopened his eyes, a swirl of colors entered his vision and Frigga stood before him. She looked so disappointed in him.
He felt a painful tug in his chest.
Frigga shook her head. "I shouldn't have trusted you. I showed you mercy and care, and this is how you repaid me." She played with her dress and turned to the side. "I wish I listened to Odin."
Her gaze was thoughtful and distant.
"Thor is my only son. How could you ever compete?"
The figure blurred and the images shifted. He was no longer inside the cell, but in the feasting hall of Asgard. He stood in the middle of the room while everyone was pointing and laughing at him.
"You disappoint me." Odin spoke.
Loki turned and eyed the All-Father standing in front of the throne. Frigga was beside him, but her eyes were closed and her head bowed. Thor was on the other side of Odin, shaking his head.
"I should not have taken you in."
"Why did you?"
"I shouldn't have."
"All-Father…"
"You were supposed to die."
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The Other watched from the corner as Loki deliriously mumbled in his sleep.
With no one there to judge him, the grey creature took his time to observe his charge. Loki's eyes were half open and dazed. The cuts and bruises were half healed while the welts were still red and blistering.
High on drugs, the Other itched to come closer.
"En-enou-gh"
Even delirious he was defiant, this impressed the Other.
His golden gaze narrowed as Loki continued to mutter. The chains clanked against the floor as Loki tried to reach out at nothing and the lean chest continued to heave up and down. Loki got what he deserved, the Other believed.
If only he was smart enough to let go of his pride.
The Other pushed himself from the corner and took a step forward. One step turned into two, two turned to three, and soon, he was only inches from the boy. It was not a crime to touch him. He only needed time to make this work, and the rest would be easy.
There were no words like mercy in their dictionary.
Mercy was for the weak.
Such violence was part of their life, and after witnessing so much bloodshed, their emotions were barren. But something about Loki made the Other feel… eagerness… hunger… thirst…greed?
Yes, greed!
But something else, something he would not admit.
As the boy writhed, the Other lowered himself. A touch, that was all. So he did. A single finger traced the scars and avoided the blisters. One touch… that was it, but like a drug, he wanted more.
The Other took off the golden brace from his face and lowered it next to him. Hands extended and caressed enticingly at the limp body underneath him. It was a horrible act to some, but to their race, it was nothing.
And it had been so long.
Greed.
Yes, he was greedy.
Loki's eyes fluttered open in deliriousness. What beautiful emerald eyes, the Other thought. The grey creature leaned forward and extended a tongue to the pale neck. A slight tremble answered him.
So far gone, Loki couldn't help but respond.
The Other straddled the hips and ground into them. Slowly, he felt arousal underneath him. The pale neck was nibbled and a soft gasp was uttered. Wantonly, Loki moaned and their bodies touched. The throbbing sensation wouldn't abate, and the Other lost himself in temptation.
He took advantage of Loki's weakness.
The large hand dipped down and slowly worked on Loki. Thumbs touched and pulled at skin, and like a needy dog, Loki panted and responded. When tugged and squeezed, the lean body began to move and thrust. Loki whimpered when the Other squeezed and sped up the process.
Not long after, Loki spilled.
The Other continued to play with him, but what he didn't have was time. It was a luxury, and he would have to make due. He left Loki a little later… and soon…Loki's bliss turned into a nightmare.
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Loki scowled at every one of the Chitauri surrounding him.
They had pulled him outside to play and used him for their sick pleasure. Thankfully, his leggings were returned to him. It helped bolster his courage and keep what dignity he had left. But even so, they weren't enough to keep the lingering doom away.
The Chitauri teased, laughed, and humiliated him.
They pushed him around and dragged him here and there. And the worst of it is that Loki knew why. Torturing his body alone was nothing, but when they made him question himself— that was where the weakness lay.
It was personal.
Loki hated the attention he received, and he did all he could to drown out the events happening that very moment. So he willed his thoughts away, making him think back to yesterday. He remembered nothing at all.
Only the Other's help… which was still odd to him.
Now that Loki thought about it, he looked for the Other in the crowd. He wasn't hard to spot, for the difference in clothing was obvious. Loki glared, but was soon pulled from his thoughts and dragged to the side.
Some of the bruises and welts began to bleed again.
Loki gritted his teeth as he felt the scratches.
"Go on." The Other said. "Let him have it."
Loki looked up and saw several Chitauri holding a rod. He propped himself up to sit and wasn't able to see the rod come from behind. It jolted him, singing his back with burning electricity, making him curl on the ground in pain.
"Again." The Other rodered.
Loki hoped to avoid it, but it was too quick. They poked him in different parts and the sting of the rod continued to bite through his cold body. One rod hit him, then another, then another and by the Norns he wished he was dead.
It continued, and he endured.
"Again!"
The pain increased and soon, the Chitauri were howling with joy. One Chitauri couldn't help himself, so he pulled Loki up by his waist and let the other torture him. Another Chitauri pushed his way into the crowd and dragged the rod down his thighs, making Loki squirm with pain and unease.
The Chitauri cheered.
Loki panted and raised a leg to kick, but a Chitauri pulled at it. The one holding him let go and Loki fell to the ground. Three of the Chitauri started fighting, and soon they were all fighting one another while Loki was down.
Chaos.
This was true chaos.
Suddenly, the focus was upon him once more. One Chitauri straddled him and stared touching him in ways that made Loki squirm. Then another fought for the chance to try the same, grabbing at Loki's chain and turning him around to embrace his back.
Loki's face turned red.
He felt the Chitauri move his hips hungrily. Then it stopped and the electrocution continued. They teased here and there, and tried to steal a few horrible acts along the way. One managed to pin him from behind and bit his neck.
Loki's body failed him.
He hated it.
He wanted to cry.
Loki realized they were slowly managing to break him and Loki hadn't the faintest clue on how to escape the torment.
Thor was his only hope.
The more the Chitauri grew bolder with their want, the more Loki lost hope of freedom— their greed, their hunger, their lust... made Loki's confidence weaker. It wouldn't take long until they had their way with him.
He would be a prince no more.
"Again!"
The rod hit him again and he writhed, but he did not cry. He won't. Then he felt it, just behind him. Loki's eyes widened with fear, but he couldn't move away. Not with so many holding him. The Chitauri got close, right to his ear and the embrace tightened.
Loki felt and heard its heavy breathing.
No sooner did Loki feel hands pull at his leggings. That was the moment Loki accepted that he was never going home.
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Loki had lost all respect for himself.
Day and night or whatever time it was in space, they toyed with him. They came and went, eager to claim their prize. It was terrifying when they came in groups because during that time, Loki lost all sense of thought.
It was degrading.
He never thought their torture would come to this, and he never at all thought it would happen to him. How unfortunate was he? He wanted to die. That was the reason why he let go. So why was he still being punished?
"Hold him!"
"Like this?"
"Yes, like that."
Loki was on his knees and he could do nothing to escape the thrusting body above him. He was a prince and now he was no more than a plaything. He pushed and pulled away, but he would always be dragged back into the thick of it.
There were five of them.
Three played from behind and two in front. Loki was weaker and thinner than before, but that did not stop them from using him; one thrusted inside him, another on his leg, while the two switched for the use of his mouth.
They gave him food and water, but only if he paid for the meal.
Loki was no longer the boy who screamed obscenities at them. He was too tired to fight, too tired to think, and too broken to escape. Where was Thanos? Loki wondered. No doubt the Titan had moved on while the Chitauri had their way with him.
He was nothing.
He wasn't that important after all.
Loki began to choke and pulled away, but he was held still. The horrid creature finally finished and pulled away, but another took his place. Loki choked again and couldn't help but swallow the putrid liquid in his throat.
He allowed himself some respite by forgetting.
The thoughts fled his mind, yet the sensations were too much. He could feel everything. Every movement, the firm muscles, the scrapes and bruising touch, the wetness… Loki was at his limit and he could endure no more.
The Chitauri started fighting over him.
They settled on taking turns to claim and spill inside him. It was long and agonizing, for none of them would relent and give in. Loki was so full, but that didn't stop them. The thrusting, scratching, and biting continued.
Loki was too disoriented and sore to notice the Other watching from the door. The grey creature stayed until all the Chitauri were finished for the day.
oOo
Hours turned to a day, the days turned to weeks, and the weeks turned to months. When they had finally found a breakthrough from their tortures, they had slowly introduced Loki to the scepter and bit by bit Loki crumbled.
He became passive and obedient then reluctant and unruly the next.
But it was working.
When Loki finally agreed to help, he was given the chance to prove it. With the Other's supervision, Loki gathered the necessary strength to search for the Tesseract. When he found and confirmed its location, Loki was tortured once more.
The Other wanted proof that he would comply with everything.
Obedience and loyalty meant a lot to the Mad Titan, and the Other would not risk such a venture if it meant their failure. So the tortures continued. Thanos could care less if the Chitauri army found entertainment with the boy. They used him and tortured him to their sick pleasure.
Loki let them.
He still had no strength to fight them. He baited them every once in a while for them to kill him, but they knew not to anger the Mad Titan. These horrid creatures needed him, and they wouldn't let him end his life if he wanted to.
Loki was going to be a general, but it was a game.
He knew this.
As long as he was in their clutches, he would forever be a prisoner.
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"Stay still." The Other hissed, and Loki obeyed.
Broken and sore, Loki lay in the arms of the Other. His eyes were tightly closed as he bit his lips. He could feel the Other's heavy breathing tickle his ears, and eager fingers tracing patterns on his stomach.
It dipped lower and entered excruciatingly slow.
Loki closed his legs in one last attempt at defiance, but was bitten on the shoulder and scratched until he reopened them. The finger inside doubled, then tripled. And it dug and scratched, sending Loki over the edge as he lost himself again in the sensation.
His emerald eyes darkened black, and then it faded once more to a dull emerald.
Loki completely stilled.
His head dropped back on the Other's chest as his legs trembled. He couldn't stop his body's reaction to the fingers deep within him. The embrace tightened and he felt his breath escape him. The Other watched as Loki's body came to life and the frigid member bounced with enthusiasm, but he ignored Loki's needs.
Instead, he pulled his fingers out and took his own member.
He pushed lifted Loki onto his lap and aligned himself. In one swift thrust he was inside. Loki was too far gone to react. Deep inside, Loki wanted death. The Other continued the torture. He took what wasn't his… what wasn't freely given…
He destroyed Loki.
They all did.
The pace quickened and soon, Loki was wailing. The Other aligned himself properly and the burst of excitement escaped Loki's lips like a wanton. The Other hardened his hold. He would not let Loki escape.
No words were needed between them.
He pulled Loki's hair as he thrust hard and fast, bouncing the lean body against himself. When he got bored, he turned Loki to face him and pinned him to the ground. The dull eyes shifted its color once more, bleeding light blue and black. He pulled Loki's legs up and took him. He became rougher as time passed and Loki couldn't help but writhe, moan, and scream in unwanted ecstasy.
It wasn't long before he was close to spill.
He took up Loki's need and stroked it with every thrust. The chains clanked against one another and the rest of the sounds echoed through the room. Like dogs in heat, they howled together. Loki released first, and the Other followed after, emptying his seed into the broken channel.
Loki's mind was empty.
Too far gone, Loki could no longer remember his name. When the spell faded as Loki meekly fought the pull of the scepter, the Other waited for the boy to realize where he was and what had happened.
But before he could enjoy it, Loki had fallen asleep in exhaustion.
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No art is strong enough to withstand time.
This was the art of precious scars.
So beautiful a piece could be corroded, tainted, and vandalized into destruction, then turned into another form more to our liking. There is nothing new in art for they all retain a piece of the original.
And somewhere inside was the shell of what Loki used to be.
In him was still the boy who had fought and hoped.
The Other knew this. He had watched this piece of art from the beginning and he had watched it till the end. All the pieces had faded and were reformed, but he could still see the boy who defied them.
It won't be long until Loki was released from their clutches.
The Other hoped that his efforts weren't in vain. He stood on the Sanctuary, Thanos' domain, and bowed his head. "The Tesseract has awakened," He eagerly spoke. "It is on a little world, a human world. They would wield its power, but our ally knows its workings as they never will."
It was a mistake.
"He is ready to lead, and our force, our Chitauri, will follow."
They never should've trusted him.
Broken Loki may be, but he still had one last fight left in him. So the Other and Thanos were fooled. The art had met its maker, and no longer will Loki be beholden to them. The connection the Other had with Loki would soon fizzle out and die.
Because that was all it ever was…
This was not a victory at having escaped their clutches for his cunning.
For Loki did not feel like it.
In the end, he was still broken, still mad, abused, corroded, and vandalized. Each scar told its own story, and every crack, every broken object has its own use. When you put together broken objects, at times, it has more value than the original. Yes, Loki had become resilient. He had endured.
This is what Loki had done, and had been doing since he left the void.
Such traumatic events had changed him, and he had no wish to dwell on it further. It was his past and he would take these experiences with a grain of salt and let go.
But in the end, Loki was still…
Ruined.
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