"I am not at fault for what-"
"Not at fault? Not at fault?!" the blonde Norse god roared, his grip on Mjolnir tightening noticeably as he glared across the entertainment room at the dark-haired god of Mischief. "Then tell me, brother, whose fault was it?"
"I was trying to help!" Loki threw back, his own temper flaring, causing very brief sparks of green magic to flicker in and out of existence around his tense fists. He was trying to keep his temper. He truly was. After he'd been accepted back onto Earth and eventually allowed a spot in the Avengers he knew he would have to be even more careful around the fragile mortals than usual if he wanted to ever gain the trust and friendships his brother had. His bone headed brother who didn't seem to understand that although he was reformed he still had a few issues when it came to his temper… and that although he was now a "good guy" he still had a tendency to be a bit extreme with his exacting of what he found to be a proper punishment. Plus, he was exhausted. It was true that one of his admittedly misguided comments may have been the initial spark that sent the invading alien race on the offensive and caused the amount of damage that occurred… and it might also be true that the said amount of damage was only increased by his, some would call, elaborate attempts at "helping".
"You were trying to flaunt your power! You were making the mortals cower! You were calling yourself their god!" Thor yelled.
"I am their god!"
It wasn't the first time that Thor had laid a hand against his brother, but it was the first time that Loki had ever felt such intense fury radiating from the god of Thunder. As Loki's back was introduced quite roughly with the thick glass that made up the far wall of the entertainment room, it took him a moment to both identify that the feelings he was currently experiencing were pain and fear as well as to realize that his brother's hand had now found home tightly around his throat and he was (not unsurprisingly) suddenly lacking in air.
"You are not a god worthy of this realm!" Thor roared.
Loki winced slight as he was pulled forward and slammed back into the window again. He could feel the glass giving way beneath the force of his brother's fury.
"You are a disappointment. I was willing to give you another chance, brother… but you have proved it to be as disappointing as yourself." Thor released Loki's neck and turned his back on his brother before he could hit the ground. "Get out. You are not fit to be an Avenger, and you are no longer welcome here."
Loki coughed as he rubbed at his throat. He could already feel the last of his magic going towards preventing the bruising to his throat and soothing the pain in his back. Opening his mouth to speak he found that his brothers grip had done more damage than he had originally thought. He couldn't speak without pain shooting through his throat, and he couldn't manage to get any words out before his brother left. He'd never seen Thor so… so angry.
The other Avengers were still downtown helping clean up the wreckage, so for the moment they were alone. That was probably for the best. Stark would have been no help and he doubted the others thought much differently than his brother at this point. He really did try to help, it was just… after years of living up to a bad reputation, it was hard to just stop.
"Oh my god, what is that psycho doing in a place like this? You don't think he's planning anything, do you?" The uncomfortably large woman three tables from Loki's booth whispered to her ironing board bodied companion.
"Shut up, Bernice!" the aforementioned ironing board replied, voice lowered than that of her hefty friend.
"Oh calm down, Janie. It's not like he can hear us."
Loki could hear fact, he could hear with clarity every remark that was being made about him in the small café. Every jab, every insult, every person's view on where they though he should shove his helmet. How that could ever be physically possible, Loki wasn't sure, but nonetheless it was quite a bit offensive. Not only that, but the fact that not one of the several servers on duty had even come and given him a smile let alone asked him what his order was left him feeling a bit put out.
He'd been sitting here for over twenty minutes now.
Drumming his fingers against the tabletop, Loki let his eyes dig into the back of a waitress at the next table. She was very good at avoiding eye contact, but he was very good at not blinking. Eventually after being starred at for three minutes straight, the woman let out a somewhat loud sigh of resignation and walked over to where the god of Mischief was seated.
"What do you want?" the woman snapped, her tone less than pleasant.
Loki frowned slightly, his mind supplying that this was probably not usually how she greeted patrons to her workplace. In fact, the way she'd asked him if he wanted anything seemed to scream at him how little his business was wanted. Tapping on the menu, he indicated that all he wanted was a cup of coffee.
The woman rolled her eyes, thinking his lack of speech had something to do with his whole "I am better than you" thing that he seemed to always be throwing around. Plucking the menu from his hand, she turned away from him and walked back to the kitchen.
Loki watched the woman leave and after a moment ran one of his hands back through his slightly mussed black hair while the other rubbed at his throat. He hoped the coffee would help, if not with the pain, then with his exhaustion. He hated being tired, and as of today he didn't exactly have a place to stay.
Returning, the waitress set the mug down a bit more forceful than necessary, hoping that some of the coffee would slosh out and onto the man's hands. Whatever the hell he was, she hoped even that would bring a bit of discomfort to him. But, it didn't seem that the coffee was in her favor today, and it was only the table that got a good dousing.
Loki gave the waitress a tightlipped smile as she stormed off, obviously unhappy about having to give him anything he'd want. After she was out of sight again, Loki looked down into the cup, preparing to treat it with as much sugar and cream as he could… that is, he was until he noticed the mucus floating in his cup.
Alright. That was just disgusting.
Standing, Loki left the cup on the table and looked around the café with a forced humored expression before letting it melt into a sneer and stalking out of the building.
Loki sat on one of the few surviving benches in central park, his shoulders slumped and his head resting in his hands. He'd thought animating the benches would be a good idea last week when they had to deal with those strange blue monkeys… it had made sense at the time.
A shadow fell across his body and Loki immediately looked up, expecting the large frame blocking the light of the sunset to have belonged to his brother. Broad shoulders, a warrior's build, blond hair… but this man was definitely not Thor. His face did not hold any of the foolish loyalty and goodness that his brother's always held, and his eyes were that of a predator, not of a protector.
Loki opened his mouth, wincing as he spoke. His throat still wasn't completely healed and he would need a good rest before his magic returned enough to be of any use. "Can I… help you?" he croaked, watching the man warily.
An evil smile that rivaled Loki's own split across the man's face. With a bark of laughter, the man reached out and pulled Loki up out of his seat and to eye level by his throat.
Loki reached up, gripping the man's massive forearm as he tried to keep his footing.
"Yeah, I think you can." Loki heard before his vision turned dark and he lost consciousness.
When Loki woke again, the first thing he realized was that he was on his stomach with his arms bound behind his back and his ankles tied together, the second was his drastic lack of clothing and the darkness of his surroundings. It took him several seconds to realize he was blindfolded.
Loki tried to push the blindfold up using his shoulder and the floor, but the sound of a door opening nearby made him stop. As the heavy footsteps of his captor grew closer, Loki's breathing sped slightly. The last time he'd been in such a vulnerable position… well… it hadn't ended well.
The steps ended next to his head, and a sudden, sharp tug of his hair made him rise to his knees with a muted cry of pain. It seemed the man had done nothing but worsen the condition of his throat.
Loki was pulled from the ground and to his feet, the man grabbing him by the arm with a bruising force and slinging him over his shoulder as though he were little more than a rag doll. Each step the man took made his head slam into the back of his captor. Doors opened, more steps were taken. It felt as though they were ascending a flight of stairs until the steps evened out again. Another door was opened, and a sudden rush of cold air made goose bumps rise on his skin. They were outside, that much was obvious, and they'd been heading upward, so a rooftop was the most likely spot… but where- Loki's thoughts were interrupted as he was dropped to the ground, his body reflexively arching away from the sun beaten pavement of the rooftop. A gurgle of shock broke through his throat as he was suddenly flipped over onto his stomach, his hips pulled up so that he was on his knees. A tremor went through his body as he realized suddenly that his original fears were in fact reality, and as he heard the slow unzipping of the man's pants he knew no one was going to come and save him before he was broken.
As strange as it may seem, Loki accepted that he was about to be raped without hardly a second though. It had happened quite a number of times in the past, and although he was panicking, a part of his mind had resigned itself to the idea that this was just something he couldn't prevent. No, the thing that made him tremble, and what would've made him whimper if he could've was the knowing that this time was going to really and truly hurt. Even when he was overpowered, he'd had a magical buffer to fall back on, to lessen his suffering… but he didn't have the strength for one this time, he didn't have the strength to do anything but shake.
The man laughed as he lined himself up with the trembling form beneath him. A god, huh? It seemed he needed to learn the meaning of the word. Leaning over the form so that his clothed chest pressed against Loki's bare back, he let his lips fall near his left ear. "You think you're a god. But I'm going to show you and everyone how vulnerable you are." He said softly. A deep rumbling laugh shook his form allowing his hardening member to brush up between Loki's thighs. The god tried to pull away at the touch, but the man gripped hold of his hips and held him still. "I'm going to make you bleed." He growled, and thrust into Loki's ass, burying himself hilt-deep in one go.
Loki could hold it in, even though it caused him pain, it was nothing compared to what had just happened. Throwing his head back, Loki screamed.
His shoulders tensed as he tried to pull against the restraints, his nails digging into the backs of the opposite hand until he felt the warmth of his blood breaking from each crescent moon cut and dribbling over the skin of his hands and being transferred to both his back as well as the man's shirt. Pulling out, the man rammed into him again.
And again.
And again.
He continued thrusting until Loki couldn't scream anymore, his mouth filling with blood from the ripping of the walls of his throat. Loki coughed, shuddering as the pain only heightened and felt his mind turning fuzzy. He knew he was bleeding from the man's swift entry, and coupling that with the amount of red iron liquid dripping from his mouth was bringing him into a severe state of shock.
With another deep thrust, the man released inside Loki, bracing his body against his in a death grip around the waist that was sure to leave numerous healthy bruises. Pulling out, he released Loki and watched him collapse to the rooftop with a smirk before walking around to the front of him. "Lift your head." He ordered.
Loki ducked his head lower, trying to curl up as much as he could; he felt disgusting and was in so much pain. "Lift your head!" the man barked again. After a moment, Loki obliged and lifted his face up as much as he could. A sharp tug of his hair brought more tears to Loki's eyes and forced him up onto his trembling knees again. The hand holding him up by the hair never left. A dark laugh made itself known again. "What an obedient little god." he growled, obviously making fun of him with his condescending tone. His blindfold was suddenly ripped down around his neck and he blinked several times, looking around before glancing up at the large blond man before him. "Thor?" he mouthed, but after a moment his vision cleared enough that he realized that this man was not his brother, but the same man from the park. Thor wasn't here. There weren't any heroes coming to save him. There wasn't going to be any divine intervention or sudden changes of heart. As his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the city around him, he noticed one tower in particular standing tall above all others. The Avengers Tower. They were only a few buildings over from the Avengers Tower. Staring up at the beacon of light and goodness, Loki heard his brother's words echo in his mind again and couldn't help agreeing with them. He wasn't an Avenger. He would never be an Avenger. He couldn't be a symbol of hope or goodness. He couldn't do anything but make things worse. It was in his name, in his blood! Squeezing his eyes shut, Loki trembled as he felt the man run his hand down the side of his face before gripping his chin and tilting it upward. A thumb was placed into his mouth, and Loki knew what was going to happen next. He tried to pull away and keep out the invader, but a swift twist of his hair and a knee to the chest stopped Loki's fighting. The thumb kept his teeth open while something much larger was forced into his wounded mouth. Loki kept his eyes tightly shut as he tried not to gag as the man began thrusting inside of his mouth, his eyes watering whenever the man forced himself too deep and the involuntary gag made his throat burn worse than ever. No. He would never be a symbol of hope. He was a stain on all the goodness that the Avengers stood for. Thor had been right to make him leave.
"I should not have been so cruel to him!" Thor sighed, sitting on the sofa with his face in his hands.
"Or my window. Don't forget my window." Tony said, pouring himself another glass of scotch.
"I'm sure he's fine."
"He's the god of Mischief, Steve. We'd better look out for a gnome army." Tony replied.
"What's that about an army?" Clint asked upon entering, looking a bit worse for wear. His eyes wandered over each of the men in the room before trailing to the window.
"You alright, Barton?" Steve asked with a slightly furrowed brow. He rarely saw the archer with any type of injury seeing as he dealt primarily with a long range weapon.
Clint reached up and wiped the blood off the minor cut on his cheek. He and Natasha had been helping pick off the last of the invaders down town and a few of them hadn't gone down easy. Natasha was in Bruce's lab at the moment, getting some of her own minor injuries treated.
"Yeah, no big deal... Who had a tantrum while I was gone?"
"That would be blondie over there." Tony replied. "Seems like he and reindeer games had a little bit of a disagreement. You're making dinner for a month to pay for this by the way." He said, looking over at the previously mentioned blond Asgardian as Clint walked over to the window, running his fingers over the cracks generating from the center of it. "Wait… you can cook right?"
"Yes. As a matter of fact Asgardians are exceptionally good cooks. If you get me a Smirzengorff I can make a-"
"Okay, I don't even want to know what a Smirzengorff is… you can order Chinese." Tony cut in, rubbing his chilled glass over his forehead.
A startled gasp brought all eyes to Clint who was staring horrified at the cracked window.
"That was my reaction! Thank you for-"
"Not your damn window, Stark!" Clint bit out, his expression still twisted in disgust as he stared towards the broken glass… or rather through it.
"What is it my friend?" Thor asked, concern etched across his face as he stood from his spot on the couch and walked over, looking in the direction that Clint was staring towards so intently. In a matter of seconds, before the god had even made it half way across the room, Thor froze, every part of his body growing tense, rage and horror filling his expression.
Everything was dead silent for a moment as two of the rooms occupants stared at some horror unseen by the others.
Thor let out a roar of anger and started spinning Mjolnir at his side, still staring straight ahead.
Tony opened his mouth to speak, but only managed to say "Jarvis-" before the shattering of the wall of windows cut him off.
"Fuck." Tony said, rubbing his forehead in frustration. "Jarvis, call the glazier."
"Again sir?" came the somewhat automated voice of the building's AI unit.
"Yes, Jarvis. Again. My insurance doesn't seem to cover angry Norse gods." Tony replied, mumbling the last part to himself more than anything. "Speaking of, can you pull up visual on Macbeth's destination for me?"
"Yes, sir."
As soon as said visual appeared, Tony put down the scotch and Steve had to pick it up.
It seemed that the man had noticed Loki's discomfort and had made it a point of thrusting deeper and deeper into his mouth, smirking as he watched the god wince. "Look at me." The man said, after pulling out of Loki's mouth.
Loki let out a gasping breath, that being the only sound he could really make at this point. His mouth was filled with the taste of the man's release, and he could feel the semen and blood dripping from his parted lips in slow heavy drops.
"Look at me!" The man roared, twisting Loki's hair again, causing his body to shudder and his neck to arch back so his face was risen to look up at the man. Loki opened his eyes slightly, his head pounding. He caught sight of the man's vicious grin and trembled, before a sudden motion a bit past the man and to the left caught his attention. Thor. Fresh tears started falling from his eyes as he closed them, letting his body sag despite the fact the man still held him by his hair, the force that had been placed on it put enough force on the roots that some had already begun to bleed. His scalp was numb, a little more pressure was nothing.
"Hey Bitch! I said look at-" the man was cut off by the structure of the building giving a harsh shudder, and turning around he saw that it was the god of Thunder that had caused this. A smirk appeared on the man's face as he noticed the hatred and anger radiating off of the man. "Sorry, but you'll have to wait your turn." He said, pulling Loki up straight with another tug on his hair. "I'm not quite through yet."
Thor's grip on his hammer tightened as he took another step towards the mortal. The mortal saw it coming and immediately pulled Loki up and in front of his body, one arm moving to around his neck while the other gripped him tightly around the waist. "Ah ah ah." The man said, waving a finger and making Thor stop in his steps, his eyes torn from this man to his brother in an instant, a broken expression taking the place of the previous rage.
"What do you want from me, mortal?" Thor said, his eyes never leaving Loki's face. Why would his brother not open his eyes? Why would he not look at him? Did he blame him for this? It was his fault. If he hadn't lost his temper and thrown Loki to the streets in such poor condition… he hadn't even noticed how tired his brother had been until he'd calmed down, and by then he wasn't sure where his brother would go.
"Power." The man replied. "I know you're your daddy's golden boy, and that if you ask him to give me power above any mere mortal, he'll listen."
Thor furrowed his brow. "Why bring my brother into this?" he asked, his demanding tone turning soft and uncertain.
The man grinned. "Because a whore is a whore. I've read up on your history, or at least our accounts of it." He said looking at Loki before running his tongue up the side of his face and grinning over at Thor. "I figured this would be more entertaining than just kidnapping him…. By your expression, I'd say I was right."
Thor finally tore his eyes from Loki and looked over at the man as he felt something drip from his chin to the ground. Reaching up, Thor started at finding tears falling from his eyes. He wasn't supposed to cry. "Who are you?" he said, his voice gaining back some of its rage, but it wasn't as strong as it had been.
"My friends call me Lucifer." The man replied.
"What do your enemies call you?" Thor growled.
Lucifer laughed. "Do you want to know how much your brother screamed as I fucked him?" he asked, the arm around Loki's waist snaking behind him and pressing three of it's fingers into his bleeding ass. Loki shuddered and his face twisted in discomfort. Sliding another finger in, the man chuckled as he felt Loki squirm.
"Cease your actions!" Thor said, taking a step closer only to be rewarded with watching Loki silently cry out in pain as Lucifer shoved each finger deeper into his brother's ass. Thor stopped walking and watched as Lucifer chuckled again. "My, my… you're not nearly as stupid as I've heard." He mussed, pushing his thumb in to follow the rest of his fingers. Fresh tears began flowing down Loki's face as the man shoved his hand slowly up his already bleeding hole.
"Stop this!" Thor yelled, his furious tone bordering on pleading as he watched his brother silently cry out, but Lucifer paid him no mind as he forced his hand further, his eyes mesmerized with Loki's anguished expression. "Why should I?" Lucifer asked, his tone wistful.
"Because that's our brother you're touching." Someone said from behind him.
Turning his head, Lucifer only caught a brief glimpse of red and gold before something red white and blue slammed up into his chin and he lost his grip on Loki. Stumbling back, Lucifer looked at the soldier that had just hit him with the round shield on his arm and the painted tin man flying a few feet from the edge of the building. "Captain America… Iron Man… a pleasure to meet you." He said, glancing over the two heroes. Captain America was in casual attire, but his shield was on his arm and there was tenseness in his jaw that showed his lack of humor with the situation.
Thor quickly made his way to his fallen brother, kneeling at his side and picking him up gently, paying no mind as the mortal was taken down by his shield brothers. "Brother?" he said softly, staring down in worry at the still pained expression on his young brother's face. "Brother, please open your eyes." Thor said reaching up and wiping Loki's face clear of blood and the man's release, but Loki still would not open his eyes. A hand on his shoulder brought Thor's attention up to Captain America who was standing next to him, looking down at them both in concern. "Thor… you should get Loki to Banner. We'll take care of this guy." He said gently.
Thor looked over at Lucifer who was being pinned against the wall by the Man of Iron before giving a slight nod and standing, still cradling Loki in one of his arms while gripping Mjolnir in the other. Spinning his hammer at his side again, Thor stared down at his little brother. It wasn't until now that he realized how accurate that phrase was. Loki was constantly larger than life, so it was hard to see how small he actually was some of the time… but seeing him cradled in his arms, broken like this…. It was hard.
"I thank you, Steve." Thor said, looking over at Captain America for a moment before launching himself off the building and back towards the Avengers Tower with Loki still held protectively in his arm.