So...My mother requested this. o.O ? So, this is for my mother, who agreed that she wouldnt snoop into any of my more graphic stories. :)
Loki hated Thor. But by hating him, he also loved him. For all his life, he'd been lied to. A jotun. A monster. He was the beasts that parents told their children about at night. The monsters that The All-Father had nearly died defeating. He was a monster. He hated Asgard. In all it's golden glory. He hated Thor. In all his perfection. He hated Odin. In all his lies. And he hated himself. In all his monstrosity.
Tony hated his father. He hated Obadiah. Both had been fathers. One, he'd never had the chance to trust. And one that betrayed his trust to the fullest extent. Tony had nearly died twice by Obadiah's hand. It was Obadiah that had given Tony his first drink. Just after his parents' funeral, too.
"Here. It'll make you feel better…" Obadiah had whispered, handing the glass full of amber liquid to Tony, who was still underage. A hand on the small of his back. The burn of alcohol lingering in the back of his throat. The spark going out of his eyes as his innocence died in one small sip.
Twenty years later, not a thing had changed. Just the places, events, and reactions. Pepper was Tony's best friend, and yet she couldn't stand to be around Tony for more than a few hours. Tony wished desperately that he could love her. But he simply couldn't. If he loved her, he'd hate himself. He knew that if he loved her, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from pulling her in, and ruining her. He didn't want to ruin Pepper. And so, he drank to push her away.
Loki was neglected. Thor was the perfect son. Loki wasn't even truly their blood child. He would destroy his heritage. But Thor, in all his perfection, stopped him. A mortal woman had managed to change him for the better in a matter of days. It was a feat Loki had been trying for the thousands of years they'd been brothers. A petty mortal woman could change Thor…But his own brother couldn't. But, no. They were not brothers. They never were. As Loki let go, and fell from the broken Bi-Frost, he never regretted it. He had wanted to die in that moment.
"No. For yourself." Odin had whispered, looking into a stranger's eyes. In that moment, Loki simply couldn't. He let go and tried not to hear Thor's devastated roar of his name as he fell into blackness.
Tony threw the bottle away from himself, barely hearing it shatter against the cement floor of his workshop. His Iron Man suit seemed to glare at him, trying to remind Tony that he was an Avenger now. That he needed to be responsible, mature, and good. But, damn it, Tony didn't want to be. He wanted to be…. He didn't know where. He just wanted to have someone that would understand what it was like. Then Loki showed up. A few accidents, a huge battle, and two very different gods. Somehow they all ended up in the Helicarrier almost a month later.
Loki looked up from the gray surface of the table, his muzzle preventing him from saying anything. His hands were bound in front of him, his ankles chained loosely, allowing him to walk but not run. Smart.
He looked up at Stark. The man was a mystery to him, unlike all the other mortals. He could easily see into their minds even without magic. And his glowing chest piece. What did it do? What was it for? Why was it there? And why couldn't he take control of Stark like he could with the others. A simple tap over the heart and their minds were his. Except for Stark. That glowing hunk of metal and science prevented him from control. It was why he hadn't won, plain and simple. Stark was the only reason he hadn't one. And Loki was happy for that. He was in too far. He was in debt to the Chitauri now. They would have no problem killing him, or literally using him for anything they saw fit. Loki remembered Thanos's slowly whispered words, husky breath, and pale face. Loki was disgusted with himself, and he couldn't tell them that. Because of his gods-damned muzzle! Loki roared internally and raked his fingernails down his face, drawing blood.
Director Fury fell silent and quickly ordered Stark and Thor to chain his hands to the table. But Loki refused to be silenced any longer. He mustered all the magical strength he could and blew Thor away. He ripped at the muzzle again and finally got it off. It fell from his face, leaving red indents and bloody lips.
"I'm sorry!" He screamed, falling to his knees, his black leather duster fanning out behind him. Stark backed off immediately, nearly stumbling. Thor stood with a groan, rubbing the back of his head.
"Brother, what are you speaking of?" He questioned stepping forward. Loki looked up at him, tears on his face. He hated himself so much in that moment. He always cried. Thor never did.
"I'm…sorry…For everything, Thor! I'm sorry I tried to destroy Jotunheim! I'm sorry I betrayed Asgard! I'm sorry I'm a monster! But, I cant help that, can I? Odin should have left me to die in that temple!" Loki broke down, fisting his hands in his hair, not caring how crazy he sounded.
Thor knelt on one knee beside Loki and wrapped his arms hesitantly around his little brother's shoulders.
"Loki…Don't be sorry. Don't regret your decisions…Odin could have left you. But he didn't and it just shows us how cruel fate is." Thor mumbled, brushing Loki's hair back soothingly, not paying any mind to the other Avengers and Nick Fury watching them curiously.
Loki sniffled and chuckled weakly. "I don't believe in fate." He mumbled. Thor laughed heartily.
"Loki, brother, you know that everything happens for a reason even more so than I. It's the little, seemingly-trivial events in your life that have made you who you are. You are not a monster in my eyes. You are my little brother, that keeps making decisions he does not realize will only hurt him later on. Loki, I love you, you know that, I just want you to learn the lessons that I learned while banished to Midgard. . ." Thor trailed off slowly.
Loki looked up at his brother sharply. He stood indignantly and pushed his hair back.
"Please say you don't mean what I think you mean." He pleaded. Thor stood and smiled at his brother apologetically.
"Loki Laufeyson, as the future King of Asgard, I hereby immediately, and irrevocably, cast you from Asgard. Until you learn the wrong of your actions, how to use your magical capabilities for good, and…realize that your heritage doesn't make you a monster, you will not be allowed on Asgard and you will be stripped of your powers. You will be mortal to the fullest extent. I'm sorry, brother, but it's for the best." Thor's voice rang clearly through the room. He stepped back, deaf to Loki's quite loud protests. He pointed his hammer at Loki and a bright flash of magic hit the son of Laufey. He cried out sharply and fell to his knees again. His golden pieces of armor disappeared in small bursts of light. His cape following, then his many layers of leathers. When the bright light finally faded away, leaving color-spots in everyone's eyes, Loki was left laying on the floor, unconscious. Thor sighed and walked to his brother again, smiling down at him. He looked up to Nick Fury.
"Man of Fury, please let my brother have the chance for redemption," Thor turned to Tony, "Man of Iron, please, have your team protect my brother, for as a mortal he is vulnerable to anyone's attacks," Thor looked around at everyone, "I must take my leave now. I am to go back to Asgard to inform the All-Father of these most recent events. Fare thee well, friends. Good luck." And Thor was gone in a huge burst of light that the others were smart enough to shield their eyes from.
Looking around at the similarly-stunned SHIELD operatives, Tony laughed smugly. "He called it my team."
"Shut up, Tony." Nearly everyone a the table groaned, standing and making their way towards Loki.
He lay unconscious on the floor, curled into the fetal position. He exhaled in his sleep and slowly uncurled.
Everyone gasped, but would never admit to that. Loki's hair was shorter, and curled lightly at the ends, still slicked back. He was still ghostly pale, pink lips as pouty as ever. A fitted green tunic, the laces undone at his neck, a leather belt around his waist. Black tights showed from under the tunic at about mid-thigh, before Loki's brown riding boots came over them.
He seemed younger in ways that Tony couldn't explain. Loki was definitely smaller now. He was still just as almost-anorexic…but in a graceful, feminine, and dignified kind of way. If that made sense. Tony rubbed at his forehead harshly.
Loki groaned loudly and sat up, similarly rubbing at his forehead, slowly opening his eyes. As he saw The Avengers surrounding him, bar Thor, he yelped and launched himself to his feet, not paying attention to where he was going. Loki ran right into Tony chest and with a girly shriek, and manly grunt, they fell back to the floor, Tony somehow twisting them around in midair so that he hit the ground first. Loki landed on his chest with a loud huff of breath and groan as the Arc Reactor slammed into his chest, probably leaving yet another bruise. Loki rolled off Stark and laid there, rubbing moodily at his chest.
He looked up at Fury's positively amused face and mumbled dejectedly, "I suppose you'll kill me now? If you would, do it slowly." Tony sat up and pushed himself up off the ground, Bruce silently offering him a helpful hand, which Tony gladly took. He rubbed at the sensitive skin around his Arc Reactor.
"Watch where you're going next time, kid." He grumbled, wincing slightly. Steve glared down at the
now-not god.
"Fury, what are we going to do with him?" He asked. Natasha stared intensely at the young man on the floor, staring up at all of them with hidden-fear in his eyes.
"I think we should do what Thor asked," She spoke up, "Let's take him back to Stark Tower. And keep an eye on him. Almost like rehab." Fury nodded slowly.
"It would take the little brat off my hands…I like it." He agreed.
"I am right here, you know!" Loki whined from the floor. Tony gaped at them.
"Um, are you forgetting that this "little brat" threw me out a window, not even a month ago?" He asked incredulously.
"No, Stark, I haven't. But I really don't want him on my hands. So he's your responsibility."
Tony flailed his arms for a moment. "WHY?"
"Because I think it's funny." He stated, glancing at his watch. "I have a meeting, so, are we all good here? Good." And Fury was gone with a smirk and silent footsteps.
Yup. Here ya go, mom. xD PLease review. Will be a one-shot unless some peeps want updates. if i continue it, it will probably be a lot less humorous than my other stories...