Disclaimer: I don't own Thor, Thor 2 or the The Avengers.
Summary: My version of what happens to Loki between Thor and the Avengers.
Warnings: for physical torture but not really descriptive torture however if you think that it's too much for the rating of T let me know.
A/N: This is part 1 of 2
Loki stared at the white sparsely decorated room he was in in distaste. Well it wasn't really a room so much as a cell. The windows showed the force which kept his magic inside the cell, he looked looked around himself sneering. He should be king it was what he wanted above all else in the world to rule. He had been rejected first by his fa- no not his father not anymore Odin, then by the mortals who should have considered themselves lucky enough to be ruled by a god but had instead banded against him. He would have been a good ruler too and everything would have been better under his rule.
He found himself looking at the hallways. No one came down here for him, only his mother had come to see him and even then she was an illusion, she was never actually there. Thor for all his promises that they were brothers no matter what had apparently finally given up on him. Loki scoffed, and thought to himself 'finally' or at least most of him did. There was a small tiny part of him that wished for Thor to come to him. Despite all the arguing he had done with Thor that they weren't brothers, a small part of him that Loki would never give voice to wanted his brother to not give up on him. Loki shook his head and pushed that part of himself further down so it would take longer to creep up again.
Loki instead focused on the wall. He was very bored in this little prison, but he made sure to smirk every one in awhile to make sure that the people who were surely watching him thought he was amused by the whole thing. He wasn't though and the longer he stared at the wall the more he started thinking about it again, the thing he didn't want to be thinking about.
It being the fact that his memories of what happened after he fell from the bitfrost and his memories till right before he came out of tesseract were kind of blurry. Or actually rather absent which was odd and a little alarming that he couldn't remember what had happened between the two events. His face was composed though didn't let on. He was meant a king after all it would do no good to let them know that anything was wrong. Besides even if he told them, he doubted he would be believed. However he was never one to let mysteries go undiscovered; he found himself trying to delve into the depth of his mind even as he feared what he might find there.
1 year ago.
Loki had assumed that when he let go he would die falling into the abyss, but it was much worse than that. It was cold, so very cold and painful too. The fall was much longer than he had expected as well, he didn't just fall for a few seconds or minutes but years. It was quite the long and painful fall.
During the first month of the fall Loki realized that the only reason he was surviving the cold was because of his Jotun heritage, which didn't sit well with him. The only reason he was surviving the fall and the pain was the fact that he was immortal. He doubted many people could survive this fall.
The fall at first was a catalyst that had made him even more deranged then he had been before. Not that Loki at the time had thought of it in those terms however. Loki had just thought of it as his inner demons getting more prominent and taking more of a toll. Loki was familiar with the inner demons as he had fought against his inner demons for hundreds of years. However eventually the madness ebbed and clarity for the first time a long time had taken place.
Honestly Loki at first preferred the madness, it had been easier, more comforting. He preferred the rage that had taken over his entire being leaving little room for anything else like grief, regret or rational thinking. The madness had been at the edges of his mind for so long. It was very difficult to actually see the events in the past when they hadn't been tinted with the darkness he had always saw them in. It was difficult to see that some of his problems he had created himself and had blamed everyone else for.
In fact for a long time although who knew how long in the void he spent in denial telling himself that he had done the right thing. However the denial hadn't lasted forever and he eventually had to accept the reality of his situation and his culpability in it.
When he finally touched ground, it had been unexpected since he had long ago given up the hope of ever being able to stop falling. Loki had always assumed that he would die in the void, thousands of years later when he finally died of old age. His knees buckled due to the fact that he hadn't eaten since before he had started falling which had been years ago? Decades? Centuries? Time had no meaning in the void and nothing changed. It could easily be any amount of time. He wasn't able to move at all due to the weakness. Even opening his eyes- which he had closed some time ago- took too much effort and eventually he gave up. Instead he focused on the ground, it was cold and hard but steady unlike the void.
He heard footsteps around him not long after and his heart leaped, he wasn't alone. In the past Loki had thought he needed no one but he knew better now. Anyone would be better then just being left alone with his grief and regret of his actions. He hoped it was his family and then he could finally apologize and maybe then they could be a family again.
Loki heard two sets of footsteps getting closer to him and this time he managed to open his eyes, albeit with considerable effort. What he saw made him freeze and he gave into his eyelids request to close again. Loki had never seen them in person before but Frigga had told he and Thor of the stories and had shown them pictures and he knew who they were. It was the Chitauri and more terrifyingly Thanos. He closed his eyes again in terror.
'What a pleasant surprise.' a voice sounded in his head and he couldn't hide the shiver that made his way through his gaunt body. Telepathy he hated it, it meant that he couldn't hide behind his smart words, even if he had the energy to speak which at the moment he didn't.
'It's been awhile since anything has fallen into the void.' he realized the second time the voice spoke that it wasn't just the telepathy that made him uneasy, it was also the darkness in his voice. Footsteps made their way closer to him and Loki wished he had the energy to move away from them Loki could practically taste the darkness coming from the figure and even though his eyes were closed he knew that the figure approaching him was probably Thanos.
'Why do you not speak?' the voice asked but from the tone of voice Loki was pretty sure that Thanos knew and was just taunting him. He wished he could curl into himself but even that required more energy then Loki had at the time. He felt something touch him and screamed inwardly, his body did not have enough energy to echo the scream. Thanos was in mind searching through his memories! He saw himself grow up, saw himself making every bad choice he had made that lead him there! Loki wanted to scream, he wanted it to end! It didn't though not for a long time. Loki just saw himself making the same bad choices that his mind had been replaying since the fall, only more vividly like it was actually happening. Eventually the hand released him and there was silence again.
For the first time Loki wondered what Thanos planned to do with him. Would he kill him? Would he do something worse? Loki felt himself being lifted up harshly without warning and felt himself being dragged across the floor. They were moving him. Why? What was going to happen? He tried to use magic but that too required too much energy, which he sorely lacked. Loki jerked slightly as his shoulder ran into something hard on the ground, and again when something hit his head. They were not being careful at all with him.
He eventually stopped and he managed to pry his eyes open just in time to see chains encircle his wrists. It left no doubt in his mind exactly what kind of chains they were as his skin was blue. He looked at the Chitauri who had put them on who looked slightly surprised, but reacted no further. The same Chitauri also chained his legs. Loki cursed himself for not trying something before he had been completely chained up even though he knew he didn't have the energy for it.
The Chitauri then disappeared from the room as and two sets of footsteps made their way into the room. Loki struggled to keep his eyes open even though all they wanted to do was close. Loki was in a room, an all metal room with nothing but a door which at the moment was ajar. If only he had enough energy he could slip these chains and ran away. Then again where would he ran to? The void again? He hated that there seemed to be nothing he could do. Thanos and another Chitauri walked into the room, he did his best to glare at them but glare was the best Loki could do and he knew that they knew it.
'Loki.' Thanos's voice echoed through his head he hated this he really did 'Silvertounge' he added with a malicious laugh 'I don't see anything silver about your tongue now.' Loki was only able to glare at him in response it was all he had energy for. 'It's been a long time since anyone has come into the void.' Thanos said repeated his statement from before 'You Loki you will be very useful.' Loki really didn't like the sound of that.
He wanted to know what Thanos meant by that but couldn't speak and wasn't sure if he wanted to know anyways. Instead he just thought as loud as he could 'I won't help you.' he could be defiant in his thoughts even if he couldn't actually voice them aloud.
'You will.' Thanos telepathically replied not sounded the least bit unsure of himself. Loki was slightly glad that apparently he could communicate using his thoughts since his body was too tired to speak. In fact that was when he again lost the battle with his eyes and they fell closed again. He didn't like that not seeing them, but there wasn't anything he could do about that at the moment.
'I won't. I won't help you. I know who you are, I know what you've done." he said glad that his internal voice was at least defiant.
'I know what you've done as well.' Loki inhaled sharply as Thanos touched him again and let him relive his worst moments again.
'Then you also know I'm a different person then the person who did all those things.' Loki hoped that he was different, he felt different. He hoped that if he ever made his way back to Asgard he could show others that he changed and that he wouldn't just fall back into old habits. However Thanos response chilled him the bone.
'That's easily fixable.' he was about to ask what Thanos meant but that was when the two sets of footsteps made this way out of where he was being held. They left him only with a deep feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.
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A/N: The second part should be up soon, sooner though if people review