This is our first fanfic. It was just an idea we had with Loki/future Dark Tony. Please review? :D Let us know what we're doing right/wrong.
Disclaimer: We don't own the Avengers. All rights belong to Marvel. Only the story is ours. Uh... is that it? :)
Warning: This story is rated M for future violence, language, etc. but not that much for smut. It'll have sex, it just won't be too... you know.
CHAPTER 1
There he was.
Standing not three yards from Loki.
The man who he'd had countless battles with. Fully suited for combat, his red and gold armor glittered lightly against the bright New York sun.
Tony Stark.
Mechanical arms rose, pointing the almost charged energy blast in Loki's direction. Loki was prepared. Loki was ready to counter attack.
This time he was ready. He was sure of it.
This time Iron Man would die. He wouldn't ever get away again.
This timeā¦
Stark fired his blasters and Loki moved to counter the attack, but hesitated a fraction of a second, long enough to keep him in the path of the energy blasts. He threw his hands up as a poor defense against the mortal's weapon.
The blasts struck him in the face, and he sat up in bed with a start. He felt a burning sensation in his eyes.
The blasts had blinded Loki, and he squeezed his eyes shut, swearing he would get Iron Man next time. He reopened his eyes once more, the fog in his mind slowly giving way to consciousness.
It had been the sun in his eyes. It was morning.
He sighed, heaving his body away from the sun rays streaming in from the window.
It had only been a dream. He looked around disoriented for a couple seconds before lying back down and staring straight up at the ceiling. Just a dream. Another dream with Stark. Loki had been having a lot of those lately, and frankly he had no idea why. He hated Stark as much as he hated the other Avengers, but there was something different about him, something that made him more interesting.
Loki sighed, rolled over, and sat up at the edge of his bed, scanning his room.
His room... No. His cell was filled with expensive artwork, chairs, food and other pointless possessions he'd obtained over his years in Asgard. He cared for none of this. His eyes wandered to the door he couldn't open. He wanted only freedom from this palace he had one called home.
Loki hated being in captivity. Those insufferable Avengers had been the cause of this. He gritted his teeth, nails digging into soft material under him. If that green ogre hadn't tossed him around like a ragdoll, he wouldn't have been locked up in this room. He lay back down on his bed, continuing his enlightening study of the ceiling. He gripped the sheets again, remembering the day his awful fate had been chosen.
-One week ago-
The Avengers held a meeting on how they should handle Loki.
The aforementioned sat in a glass cell meant to hold Dr. Bruce "The Hulk" Banner during his rampages. They may have captured him, but humans were dull-witted fools if they honestly believed a mere human cage would hold the God of Mischief. Loki sneered, wishing he could hear the conversation that was currently deciding his future.
Director Fury, Agent Coulson, and every Avenger with the exception of Dr. Banner and Tony Stark were seated at a table in one of SHIELD's many private rooms. Dr. Banner was on another floor tinkering away in his lab. The topic of Loki put a lot of stress on him, and no soul wanted to risk having the jolly green giant come out to play during the meeting.
Stark on the other hand, was, as always, just running late.
Agent Coulson sat next to Fury. On the other side of the table Thor sat directly across from the director. Tony's unoccupied seat perched to the left of Thor. Agent Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff sat to Thor's right with Agent Clint "Hawkeye" Barton at her side. Steve "Captain America" Rogers sat at the end of the table.
After twelve minutes of polite greetings and a failed attempt at small talk, Tony Stark finally waltzed in. He chose not to explain his tardiness, and they chose not to ask. It was a Stark custom.
"Now that Stark has graciously blessed us with his presence, let's get this show on the road." Fury commanded. Each hummed or nodded their head an agreement, all unwilling to speak first.
Director Fury and Thor measured each other up from across the table, neither wanting to lose the upper hand in the argument that was undoubtedly soon to transpire.
"So what of Loki?" Steve spoke first, wishing the meeting to end as soon as possible. Steve didn't want to vex Thor, but an irritated Fury was much less desirable. Being in the presence of the already testy director made him uncomfortable.
Thor glanced at the captain before warily turning his gaze back to Fury. "Loki must return to Asgard to receive his punishment. It will be a burden for Midgard to attempt to detain a man as powerful as Loki. He has escaped from your attempts, and he will do so again. Midgard is not prepared."
Fury narrowed his eyes, but Thor interrupted before he could retort. "I do not mean to insult your people. I mean only to protect you. Loki's powers cannot be fully suppressed on a realm as young and inexperienced with magic as Midgard. My brother is a sorcerer of the highest caliber. He can manipulate magic as he sees fit." Thor paused, scanning the calculating faces of his teammates. He hesitated to say the next bit knowing it would be of little help to his case. "In Asgard Loki has been able to break even the strongest enchantments cast on him. Midgard's technology will simply not be able to properly detain him." Nonetheless, it needed to be said. Midgard truly did not have the necessary means.
"Exactly. What makes you think Loki won't escape from Asgard?" Clint piped up. He detested the idea of Loki escaping. "Why can't we just kill him and get it over with?"
Thor shot him a murderous glare at the same moment Natasha chose to jab him with her elbow. Oh, right. They were brothers.
Choosing to ignore Barton's last question, Thor continued. "Although I am not certain this will keep him for long, it will work better than any Midgardian cell. In the meantime we will work to remedy the problem."
Thor was met with curious yet dumbfounded gazes. Coulson motioned for him to continue before Director Fury lost his patience.
"Long before our birth, Mother created a special room for herself. Like Loki, Mother's specialty was magic, but as Queen of Asgard she needed to be skilled in hand-to-hand combat as well. She locked herself in this room with a dangerous criminal, determined to defeat him without the use of magic. If magic is attempted its effects will be reflected and the user will become its target."
Tony sat quietly, his brain quickly processing this new intriguing information. His eyes flickered to Fury wondering how the director was taking this.
Fury, deep in thought, shook his head and raised an eyebrow in either skepticism or surprise. Well, seeing as he only had one eyebrow to raise it really could have been either, Tony mused.
"And this room will be enough to hold Loki?" Fury was unsure.
"There is only one entrance and likewise only one exit. A guardian is to be at the door at all times."
"But if Loki is to step out of this room his powers will return?" Fury was quick to ask.
"Yes," Thor answered with a droll stare, "But Loki will not be able to step out of this room. There is a magical barrier around the room. With his magic denied to him, he can neither break the barrier nor cause any harm to Tyr."
Clint wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "What's a tier?"
"Tyr," Thor corrected. "The God of Justice and Law, and the eldest son of Odin. Tyr has been defeated in battle by me, only." Thor smirked, recalling the many spars he had both won and lost against his older brother.
Having been oddly unresponsive the whole time, Tony finally spoke. "You have more brothers?"
Thor turned towards Tony bemusedly. It was abnormal for the Man of Iron to keep silent for so long. He thought it strange that he would ask a question as trivial as this.
"Tyr and Loki are my only brothers. Tyr was Odin's firstborn, and my half-brother. His job was not to fall heir to the throne, but to protect the skies. He is a glorious hero, but he does not always follow his heart. Being the God of Justice and Law, he ensures all actions are done according to the Allfather's rules for the good of Asgard."
Clint, the ever observant one, added, "So he's like a cop?" He was blatantly ignored and huffed his disapproval.
"Can I trust that Tyr will not allow Loki to escape?" Fury inquired.
Steve wondered aloud, "Director Fury might be right. He is, after all, Loki's brother too. How do we know he won't let him out?"
"No." Thor sighed. "Tyr does not share the same bond that I once did with Loki. Tyr was always disapproving of mischief, and Loki was always causing it. They have shown great disdain for each other since childhood. Tyr would never willingly aid his escape."
Fury shook his head once again. "I don't trust Loki. I want him to be somewhere I can keep an eye on him."
Tony snickered. An eye was all he had.
Natasha spoke quietly, having no intention of angering Fury. "Director, none of us trust Loki, but Thor is right. If he has escaped from here before he can escape again. Hand him over to Asgard."
"Once we have a proper method of containment for him we can punish him here." Clint still wished personal revenge on Loki.
Before anybody could get another word in, Tony interrupted. "I agree with Thunderbrains. We should hand Loki over to Asgard. Thor's head may be filled with sawdust, but it's the most effective way to deal with Loki." Tony rubbed his neck. "Besides," he paused, "I doubt Loki is as bad as we make him appear to be. Sure Loki acts like a melodramatic bastard with a stick up his ass, and you know, threw a little hissy fit and tried to take over the world, but can you really blame him?"
Fury gave him an angry, one eyed glare. Tony felt a hole burning through the side of his head. "Stark, he tossed you out of your own tower. One hundred stories."
"One hundred and two." Tony flashed Fury an innocent smile that he typically saved for charming women into his bed.
It didn't work on Fury, obviously. Not that he wanted to sleep with him anyway.
Fury's eye twitched but he said nothing.
Tony continued his explanation. "With all that has happened to Loki, and the proof that we have that his acts were somewhat forced by Thanos, the Chitauri leader, Loki is not completely at fault."
Clint interrupted, annoyed at Stark's unexpected defending of Loki. "He still deserves-"
"What he deserves," Tony finished, "Is to be sent back. It is their duty, not ours, to deal with him. They fucked him up. They can fix him."
In his attempt to shut everyone up, Fury reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but if I see his ass destroying Manhattan again, I'll have Barton shoot arrows through your eyes." Barton smirked, satisfied by the comment, as Fury stood, spun on his heels, and promptly left the room.
Coulson, Tony, Thor, Steve, Natasha, and Clint watched him leave in mild surprise. They were not expecting Fury to have agreed so quickly. He must have accepted that Asgard would not allow Loki to stay on Earth beforehand, and had troubled them all with the whole ordeal out of spite.
Thor waited for everyone to leave the room before he motioned for Tony to meet him outside. He was certain that Loki would be returned to Asgard, but he had not expected Tony to defend him so. He was grateful to have a fellow teammate on his side.
They met outside. Tony felt a little weird having defended Loki. It shouldn't have mattered, really. He definitely didn't want to think too much about it.
"Thank you, Son of Stark."
"For what?" Tony questioned sharply. He knew exactly what Thor meant, but Thor either ignored the sharpness or didn't notice it.
"For defending my brother. I owe you more than my gratitude."
"I didn't do it for him. It was for me. I don't like being called at ungodly hours to fight a guy who thinks it's remotely okay to destroy half of my tower and toss me out the window in the process." Tony was conflicted. He did it to piss off his team rather than to defend Loki. Why did I actually do it? He just wanted to go home.
Thor smiled, noticing the odd way Tony seemed conflicted. "Thank you," he repeated, understanding the confliction perhaps more than Tony had.
Tony calmed himself. With a fake smile he muttered, "You're welcome," and proceeded to rush home.
By the way, I would like to thank The Beckster (search her up and read her fics! :D ) for help with fixing some lines that we just couldn't get right.
