Disclaimer: Still don't own it!
AN: I bring a new fic! I don't know how I thought of this, but somehow, it kept bugging my mind. I really should be studying, but the plot bunnies refused to leave me alone. This will feature the Avengers, but the focus lays on Thor and Loki. I hope I bring a fun, original story.
~ Family Ties ~
Chapter 1
The stable boy did not understand. He had long been in charge of taking care of Sleipnir, the Allfather's most powerful steed, but never before had he seen the eight-legged horse act so violently. He was kicking out his legs, pawing the ground with his many hooves and neighing loudly.
Not knowing what he could do, the boy - having been in Odin's service for almost hundred years - made sure that Sleipnir was tied to a thick, wooden beam. It prevented the horse from destroying the entire stable and the boy figured that it was safe enough to leave Sleipnir behind. He quickly exited the stable and hurried towards the throne room. He might not understand what was happening, but the King was old and wise. Surely he had an idea.
There was one thing the boy did know for sure; something was happening and it wasn't anything good.
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Anthony Stark was not an easily satisfied man. He had money and power, but that didn't mean he always got what he wanted. It was his father who had taught him that when he wanted something, he would have to work for it. Today seemed to be an exception. All went according to plan and everything seemed to be working out just fine.
Behind the one-way-mirror sat a man that was not happy. Where Tony was smiling, this man was glaring. He couldn't blame him, though, and Tony kept his keen eye on Loki Laufeyson for as long as possible. He had never before seen Loki like this; beaten up with a black eye and a busted lip, his skin pale and his hair messy. The tears in his green battle outfit proved that the fight had been long and difficult, but the Avengers had gotten the upper hand in the end.
It was all thanks to a device some scientists in the SHIELD departement had developped. They hadn't been sure, but it was made to temporarily cut off Loki's link to his magic which had enabled Tony and his buddies to take down Loki and arrest him. Now the God of Mischief sat in a holding cell, with his arms crossed before his chest and his eyes staring daggers at everything around him.
Thor, along with Loki of course, was the only one unhappy with the situation. He had been disappointed with the way his brother had been treated and he wished for Loki to be handled with care and respect. Tony couldn't blame the agents from SHIELD when they had roughly placed Loki in the cell, though. He was the God of Mischief after all and he had caused enough damage and chaos for the entire planet earth to grew hateful of him.
Yet Thor had voiced his thoughts loudly and repeatedly for everyone to hear and Tony understood now. The God of Thunder still had hope for his brother and Tony knew that hope was in vain. Simply looking at Loki told the iron man enough: this man was beyond help for there only lay anger, lies and mischief in his eyes.
"How is he?"
Having been deep in thought, Tony hadn't heard the Captain approach. He, like everyone today, smiled, yet he still looked tired and in need of a shower.
"He's not happy," Tony answered, turning to look back at Loki who straightened his back. It was as if he knew someone new was watching him and it unnerved Tony. "Have you spoken to Thor?"
"Not yet," Steve said, not taking his eyes away from Loki either, "but I've heard he's very angry. Can't blame the guy." He nudged his head towards the locked up man. "That's still his brother after all."
"A brother that would stab him in the back given a chance," Tony snorted. He didn't have siblings and he couldn't begin to imagine what it was like to have a brother like Loki, but Tony assumed there were never any dull moments in Asgard. "What's going to happen now? Has Coulson said anything to you?"
"They're going to question him," Steve explained, sighing softly, "but we all know he is not going to reveal anything. Fury is hoping they'll get their hands on some of his weapons, but for that we'll need to know about his secret locations. Another thing I doubt Loki is going to tell us."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Tony mused, "he has never been so vulnerable so he might slip up."
"Or he might just manage to kill somewhere in there because he has to be extra inventive," Steve countered. It gave Tony food for thought and he concluded that he would not like to be alone with Loki right now. Trapped animals were the most dangerous ones after all and right now, Loki's eyes stood ferociously wild.
A new thought came to Tony then, "We should let Thor go in first."
"Might not be a bad idea," Steve agreed.
It was then that a loud bang echoed through the hallway. Both Tony and Steve were taken off guard and they exchanged one quick glance before turning back to look at Loki. The captured God seemed as surprised as they were.
"What was that?" Tony voiced the thought that lay on both their minds. Steve shrugged and spun around, trying to get a better view of the end of the hallway. Slowly, dust was thwirling towards them while shots were being fired a safe distance away. "We can't leave him unsupervised."
"I know," Steve growled. Since they were inside a - normally - secure SHIELD base, none of them were currently carrying a weapon. They needed to improvise and there was little time. "Stay here," Steve ordered, "I'll get some weapons and came back."
Before Tony could protest, he watched the Captain disappear towards the opposite end of the hallway. The dust was still drawing near and Tony contemplated on entering the holding cell. He would be able to keep a closer eye on Loki, but then again, Loki might just grab the opportunity to kill him with his bare hands right then and there. Tony silently cursed underneath his breath when a woman suddenly appeared from the dust.
She was unlike anything he had seen before. One side of her face was pretty, with fair skin and a radiant green eye. The other side was dead,with torn, pale flesh and an empty green eye. Her long black hair was braided and hung over her right shoulder while one hand held a heavy gun and her other a long, bloodied dagger. Tony couldn't help but swallow heavily when looking at this woman.
"Where is he?" Her voice was smooth and soft, yet had a dangerous edge to it. "Where is my father?"
AN: Anyone interested in more?
