AN: Ooooook this is my first ever fanfic. This is odd, yet in a good way. Please excuse me if it weird, I've never written before and also please don't kill me for that beginning, it's important for the story. *hides*
Also the song for the first part(Loki's) of this chapter is Blinding by Florence and the Machine.
CHAPTER 1 - Pathetic
Pathetic. That what all this really was. Nothing they did would work, no matter how determined or stubborn they acted. You cannot possibly hope to break something that has already been broken down to the smallest bit. You can cause more nightmares, more pain, more trauma, but what is truly the point if it all already existed within him? Nothing, nothing but supposed "justice" as they called it for crimes he committed, half of which to protect the wretched realm he once called "home" and half not because he wanted to, but because he was forced to do them.
Even if he would never admit to this, it still minutely hurt that no one could see that it was not his behavior to perform in such manner. "…Sentimentality" Well, it seems they might had succeeded even if just a little bit if he was feeling such things.
The whip came down again on his bloody back and he held back a whimper. He refused to submit to such pointless acts. He would not give them the satisfaction of seeing him broken, even if he was already so broken that not a speck of what he used to be was left. Broken beyond repair certainly, he thought.
He had truly become what they all had claimed him to be. The God of Chaos, of Lies, of Fire and Destruction, a Monster. He laughed but was cut short as another whip came down on his back, or what was left of it, turning his laugh into a gasp he could not hide. Darn, he thought.
He could not see, but sense the hungry grin his abuser was giving. He hated to admit it but he felt fear of the punishments they made him go through. They were pointless but still he feared them. Most of the time he would just fog his mind with the help of a bit of magic so that he would not have to remember what had transpired. But some guards like this one had somehow figured out what he did and managed to get their hands on a few medical potions to clear the mind against magical attacks and would use them to ensure he was on high alert whenever they played with him.
This one in particular, along with a few friends or companions of his, would like to have just a little more fun with him that was necessary. They would love to see him whimper, see him suffer and beg with his eyes, almost never with words, as he refused to submit to them. He feared them the most and they knew it.
"Oh?... did I just hear our precious little darling beg for a little more? Hm?" He felt the guard get closer and place a hand on his shoulder, making him hiss in pain. "Fret not my pretty little dear, our companions are not here today, but I will have a bit of fun with you in their place…" He could feel the predatory grin and hungry eyes as they traveled down his body.
"No… plea…" he bit his tongue but knew the other had heard him and he cursed his bleeding tongue. He had not meant to answer but the fear was overwhelming him slowly each time it happened. He tried and tried and tried to remind himself that he could not be broken further but dread sunk in the bottom of his stomach as the other neared him.
"Yes... Beg little princess, beg until you cannot beg any more. Until your throat is hoarse and then beg some more and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you enjoy it a little... I'll let you enjoy pain like you have never felt it before…"
"DUMMY I SWEAR I WILL DONATE YOU TO A STATE COLLEGE OR SIMPLY SELL YOU FOR SCRAP METAL IF YOU SPRAY ME ONE MORE FREAKING TIME WITH THE DAMN FIRE-EXTINGUISHER!" screamed the engineer to his poor invention.
He had been trying to test his new bracelets that allowed the armor too, not only fly to him when needed but it also had small repulsors that would not burn out after one use. The first few test made his clothes catch fire and left a nasty burn on his left forearm.
He'd been cursing all night. He knew better than to try to work after fighting with Pepper, it always led to bodily harm and that would only make her anger grow but since he had been banned from drinking by her and his AI (traitor) after he had passed out on the fountain in front of his house with the upper part of the suit on, and only boxers on his lower half.
At least he hadn't been stark naked, (ha, he loved using that one whenever he could). But they had insisted that it was wrong and that he needed to stop. Which only led to him try to drink more which led to other accidents and his current ban from anything alcohol and his already unstable relationship with Pepper dissolving back into nothing more than a boss-employee one.
He should probably feel shitty about that but everything had been going downhill since the "Manhattan incident" as everyone called it. Nothing had really changed but everything felt different.
He couldn't really understand it well but after seeing what he saw beyond that portal, after being in space, probably billions of light years away if not for that hole, he just could not see everything around him as before. The sight had been terrifying and it still sent a strong chill down his spine to think about it, it had been the fuel to so many of his nightmares.
He'd been called a genius (except his father) all his life and everyone (except his father) had insisted that the things he created were the most advanced technology the universe had ever seen, and he had been so sure that it was true.
After the incident thought, everything he had known all his life had been thrown back at his face. Aliens, Gods, Alien Gods, it had all been too much for him. It had all seemed so advanced and beyond his reach. But somewhere deep down, buried under all the fear and dread, his scientific side, the engineer and investigator in him had been marveled by the sight.
He wanted to learn more about it, he wanted to understand their machines. He wanted to reverse engineer it all till only scraps were left in his hands, and then he would analyze the scraps as well.
He had also been intrigued by Loki himself, thought he hated this fact. He had been different. He was not like his brother, which of course could be easily explained by him being adopted and from another completely different realm and species and all. But that was not it, he had been different from most people, or being he now knew.
He was cunning, he was merciless and highly intellectual. He had fooled them all. He singlehandedly outsmarted and entire intelligence organization (which wasn't so hard since he had done it a million times) but that was it, he didn't know anyone else who could do it besides himself. The guy (or god, maybe demi-god?) was seriously smart.
Tony hardly ever entitled anyone besides himself as a genius, only Banner and a few others like a Spider Kid he once met. But he was willing to give the damn guy the title even if it made him angry to be cataloged anywhere with him in the list. The guy's head was a bag fun of cats, smart cats but still vicious, melodramatic, diva cats.
"Sir, it seems that the satellite picked up a disturbance in space with a 28% similarity to most of Mr. Odinson's recorded travels between realms, yet it's highly unstable, mostly similar with a 72% to his first recorded visit back in New Mexico."
His first visit? When he was banned and turned mortal? Well, that's odd... Too odd... Ok maybe he was just being slightly paranoid but... "Where J.A.R.V.I.S.?" "Nevada's desert, Sir." Damn, it was a bit of a flight from Malibu... oh well, he'd gone further just for fun. "Prepare my suit J.A.R.V.I.S., I'm kinda bored here and suddenly feel like going to Las Vegas." "Yes, Sir, spur of the moment and most definitely not just concern or simple paranoia."
He grinned at one of the cameras on the wall. He couldn't remember why he had decided to program his AI to almost have the same level of sarcasm as his own, probably to entertain himself but sometimes he wish he hadn't. Mostly when the wits were directed towards his creator.
It took a lot less to get to the dessert that normally would. Having his own personal flight system had its great benefits even if it came with the burden of having to be a hero. He slowed down the last few miles so that he could simply enjoy the ride. He had always enjoyed flying. He felt so free, even if he was caged inside the suit. It gave him the feeling that he could go anywhere and do anything he liked. Sure, he knew that it wasn't all that easy, but it still felt good.
He was almost disappointed when his HUD displayed that he had arrived and should stop if he didn't want to just fly over it. But it only lasted a second as he caught sight of the place where a simple alien drawing that marked it as the Bifrost's landing spot should be and only saw a giant crater.
Not good. Not good at all. This was not a landing site but a crash one and crashes never meant anything good. Turning the speakers of his suit off he asked his AI in a low voice "J.A.R. … have the Avenger's emergency call ready in case something happens..." "Already set sir. I'm picking up a faint heat signature from inside the crater. It seems like someone's inside, Sir."
With that, a small sound came from inside the crater. It sounded like a whimper, an angry one, though, it sounded a bit familiar to Tony but he couldn't really pinpoint from where. He hesitated just a little bit and walked up to the crater and looked inside.
There was certainly a body there but it was covered in burned clothes and skin and blood everywhere. Their skin was pale. A milky white, almost as light as a sheet of paper. They had silky black hair that was slightly wavy but was covered in both dried and fresh blood mixed with dirt.
Half his face was covered by his face but he recognized him after a few moments of admiring his amazingly beautiful body that was sadly covered in dirt and blood. It took him only a moment and then the fear was rooted deep in his spine as he met his eyes, those deep green orbs (hadn't they been blue before?) that lacked recognition of his surroundings but were full of fear and desperation. Tony had never seen him fearful or desperate before thought, but it was unmistakable.
Yet those emotions only lasted mere moments. They developed into rage and hatred and he let out a high-pitched scream, releasing a massive wave of green energy. This knocking the Iron Man off his feet and sent him hurling a few dozen feet away.
"Whoa! What the hell?! J.A.R.V.I.S what happened?!" His HUD had gone crazy, everything was rebooting and his AI didn't answer. Great. He should have taken a battle armor, not his speed one. "J.A.R.V.I.S.? You there buddy? I reeeally need you right now!" Nothing. His suit was running on manual. Just perfect.
A/N: Hoped you enjoyed it! Please, Comment!