This is actually a roleplay I began, worked with a few times with different people, and hashed out mentally. But now it seems to be so much more than just a roleplay starter, so I thought I'd try and make it a fanfic. This is an AU, and though its based in a mental institution, I think of it more as a horror story. And of course, a lovely little mindf*ck. Think you know what's going to happen? Think you understand a little joke or reference? Let me know! I love to see if people actually understand these things...

White. It was always white. He snarled as He paced in the room, walking back and forth past the white walls, ignoring the white chair and the white table, throwing another unused chair across the room before turning to face the white bed. He growled at it, feeling every damned emotion well up again. How annoying. He'd be sure to make the next doctor suffer. Reaching for the white sheets, He ripped them off the bed, shredding them easily in His grasp as He looked around. Nothing. Nothing had changed, for four days, and it was… annoying. The shredded material fluttered from his fingers to the floor as He went back to the frosted window. It allowed in light, but it was nearly impossible to see colors or shapes past its panes.

"Doctor, please! You don't understand, you cannot just go barging in there!" Laufey followed him down the hall, nervously shuffling past his slight limp and looking at the newest doctor. He couldn't help to roll his eyes. "Laufey, look. I know you said he was tormented, but I'm not going to hurt him!" "I didn't mean that, sir, I just… It's the devil today. Not Loki…"

Dr. Tony Stark turned to face him. "Laufey. There is no such thing as the devil. I'm sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for this, he's not possessed or anything!" The nurse looked at him forlornly before sighing, opening the door to the empty floor.

Loki's head snapped up, looking around as He frowned. Someone was coming, not just Laufey. There was only one reason for anyone to be on this floor, and no one ever came here. Not after he'd gotten rid of Fury. A new doctor, then. He'd learn soon. No one survived him for very long. Looking at Himself, He straightened the threadbare black pajamas on His small frame and turned back to the window. The lock turned, and His slight grin faded. Laufey was shaking…. Why was he shaking? Laufey didn't fear Him anymore. Did he fear for the new doctor?

Tony walked into the room, smiling wide. "Morning, Loki! I'm your new doctor, Doctor-" he was cut off by the young man as He turned and glared at him with reddened eyes. Loki was tall, almost as tall as Tony was, but obviously underfed, thin enough to have a gaunt face and gangly limbs. The black pajamas he was wearing were for a smaller child than he was, the sleeves and legs far too short on Him. His feet were bare, His long body shaking slightly in the chill of the room. But Loki's body stood straight and tall, free of any visible deformities.

"Doctor Anthony Stark," He supplied for the doctor, looking him over.

This new man stood strong, though he had some bulk about him, as most men with musculature did. His prim suit and white jacket were new, pressed, and cleaned. No signs of wear or tear in the usual spots. His hair was gelled into place, his face freshly shaven. First day, then. He glared up at him, noting his height. "Son of Howard Stark," He continued. "Both mother and father dead in an accident a year ago. I wonder… did you ever tell them you loved them?" he sneered at the doctor, noticing his eyes widen lightly.

"You didn't… but then again, you never did. Even after your father did what he could to make you happy, to keep you safe from the horrid world out there," He growled, advancing on him. He had him, this doctor. He read him perfectly… "Did you ever thank him for paying for your education? Such an expensive school… And now here you are, taking up a new job in a prestigious institution. Did you ask the director for it, or did he just give it to you, seeing as he was such a good friend of your father." He laughed as the doctor stepped back slightly. He had him. Now it was up to this doctor. Would he accept the abuse or run? He noticed Laufey frowning at Him, and He glared. So what if the nurse didn't like that he hadn't held back? He deserved it all!

"How… How do you know these things? I've been told you haven't seen or heard of anything outside of these rooms…" "You listen. You learn. Or I will teach you, doctor," He purred, turning back to his window.

Tony took in a deep breath. Not the first time someone knew him. He wasn't a hermit. He got around. And his parents were famous… but still. It was creepy that an insane patient knew about him. He noticed the shredded sheets on the floor and frowned. How had he been able to literally destroy sheets? The boy in front of him was thin and tall, too skinny and pale, and unable to tear the fabric. Something about this wasn't... normal. But then again, this was his first patient, and he knew it wasn't going to be textbook. So perhaps it was only because he wasn't practiced.

He turned back to him with a bored sort of look. "We should leave now, Dr. Stark." Tony's head jerked up, looking at the nurse before over at Loki again. He looked ready to pass out from hunger, to be honest. He jumped inwardly when he heard a harsh laugh. "You'd do well to listen to Laufey, doctor. He knows far more than you do…" Tony had no idea what happened, but he was pretty sure he'd lost the battle. He looked back at Laufey with wide eyes, and the nurse looked back at him, smiling weakly. Laufey led him out of the room, bowing his head slightly to the imperious patient, and locked the door tightly with a sigh. "Had enough?" "What the fuck was that? How did he know?"

Laufey turned to look him over. "It is not difficult to know things about you by the way you dress and walk, but if you are asking about his uncanny knowledge about your personal life, the devil knows all of the dark little secrets we hide. Did you really never tell your parents you loved them?" he asked sadly. Tony waved him off impatiently. "That's not the point." He stormed home later that day, confused about his newest charge.