Loki had to admit that the park bench was not all that uncomfortable and soon found himself stretched out dozing lightly. Erik had gone off to comfort Jane who had crashed after the morning's activities. Darcy and Ian had gone in search of food, which Darcy pronounced they all desperately needed. So Loki found himself alone, and being too tired to even think, he had set Mjolnir gently on the ground and laid down on the bench.
However the slumbering god was jerked awake as he was lifted into the air. As he came to his senses the startled Frost Giant was thrown down onto the ground. A heavy metal foot stepped none too gently on his chest, pinning him there. Loki didn't even try to resist, there was no point there was only one person this could be. He looked up and gave Iron Man his best innocent smile, needless to say it didn't work.
"Back in town, I see," Tony remarked, his voice slightly distorted by the Iron Man suit.
"Apparently," Loki replied smirking slightly.
The conversation ended there and the two stared at each other, green eyes to metal sockets. Loki was actually quite relaxed and he was starting to doze off again when the sound of the ship woke him. Loki strained his neck to see it but Iron Man just stepped down harder, preventing his movement. The sound of quick footsteps approached where the Frost Giant was pinned down. The footsteps stopped and three familiar if not friendly faces came into view. The pressure on Loki's chest loosened minutely and he was lifted roughly up by his neck and held aloft by Captain America. Backup had most definitely arrived.
"I have not done anything," Loki stated quite calmly holding his hands up. As the Captain placed his feet back on the solid ground he was viciously attacked by Barton. Loki was tired but he still managed to dodge the other man's attack, at least until Captain America replaced his grip and Loki had no choice but to stand still. In that moment Clint's fist made contact with his jaw sending him flying. He sprawled out, unable to stand, he was weaker than he had thought.
Before he had time to even stand up and brush himself off, a pair of shackles had been unceremoniously locked onto his wrists and he was being dragged off. They placed him into their jet and as they flew neither the Avengers nor there cooperative captive said a word. Loki was just starting to doze off once more when they landed and roughly pulled him out and dragged him across the deck.
The Avengers led him though the passages of the Helicarrier, an armed guard accompanying them. They walked on until they had gotten nearly to the center of the ship where they pushed Loki crudely into a new and improved glass prison.
"What are you doing here?" Fury asked abusively once the hydraulic doors had hissed closed.
"Your minions brought me," he replied as through to say 'Are you really that thick?'
"I mean on the planet!" Came the rough reply.
"Saving it, something you dull creatures cannot seem to do properly." Loki was tired and sore and he really wanted to be back on his warm park bench, but there was nothing he could do about that so he was content to make this as hard on Furry as possible.
"I've seen the footage," Fury said his thin patience failing, "And Thor?"
"Not coming," Loki said his face not showing the pain it took to say those simple words.
"How come?" Fury inquired tired of all the half answers he was getting.
"I do not have time for this, I mean you and your precious world no harm," Loki said trying to convey that this was pointless, "If you could please just deposit me back on the ground that would be lovely."
"I'm afraid that won't be happening," Fury said turning and leaving Loki alone at last. As the director left, the lights in the room turned off, a dim glow emanating from somewhere beyond Loki's line of sight replacing them. The lack of lights didn't seem to bother the Frost Giant and with an almost content sigh Loki laid down on the floor to get some more sleep.
A\N: So here it is, the next instalment of my story. What do you think? Please leave a review, they are always welcome.