This is a Hetalia Avengers crossover story the first two chapters will be Avengers but don't worry our loveable nations will pop up. This chapter I felt bad putting Loki through this but it's going to be okay. Enjoy.

Blood. Pain. Suffering. Starvation. Sleep Deprivation. Torture. Cold. Loneliness. Theses were all the things Loki endured as he sat in his cell the Chitauri had threw him in. They had whipped him, branded him, littered his body in lacerations before pouring salt and citrus juice over his wounds laughing as he screamed in agony.

They would starve Loki until his hunger pangs caused him pain and he would beg, clinging to the robes of the creatures begging for food as a animal would and when he ate they punished him, either by burning his flesh or assault. The assault would hurt him, the monsters would throw him onto his back and spread his legs forcing themselves into him roughly and painfully.

Each cry caused him to be slapped and stabbed "Enjoy it runt!" they would spit at him as Loki wailed in agony, they would rake their long ragged fingernails into his emaciated belly drawing and spilling blood. They would bite and tear at his flesh and as he began to cry they would only continue the actions harder, rougher until he was bleeding. And when they finished they left him alone in the dark.

Alone, he would sob.

Sob for his past, for his honor, sob for the life he had once had, sob because here he wasn't Loki Odinson nor Laufeyson. He was nothing. He was no one. Nothing more than a object to abuse.

He could still remember the day he arrived, how cocky and cold he was, how hard they tried to break him and couldn't, how they would order him to say or do as he told and he spat at them, how pain was nothing, he was able to endure so much with little to no effect. Even when they stripped him of every bit of clothing leaving him stark naked he still had pride, confidence. Until one day they took him and laid him down forced a drink down his throat and sleep held him in her arms.

He hadn't had pleasant dreams, his dreams were foul tear jerking. The Chitauri had him dream of the dead he killed, he had to live the lives of those he killed up to their death, felt what they felt, suffer what they suffer, he'd wake trembling and be punished on the spot before forced back into the dream world as they whispered cold unforgiving words into his ears. They would continue this, day after day, they would ask him who he was and if they disliked his answer he would be cut, stabbed and thrown into a pool of citrus liquid. And they continued this until...

"Frost Giant runt, what is your name!"

A blow to the head

A sniffle

Another blow to the head

"Answer me you runt!"

A blow to the head

"Nothing..."

A sharp jab to the stomach

"Louder!"

"Nothing!"

A kick and a punch between the legs

"Louder!"

"I AM NOTHING! I AM NO ONE! NOTHING, I'M JUST THE RUBBISH IN THE STREETS OF...OF MIDGARD!" Loki screamed as fat tears leaked from his eyes.

Pleased with his response the cruel abusive aliens threw him, literally scooped him up and threw him into his cell. As they locked the cell and mocked the abused man he began to cry.

Loki nowadays sat day after day enduring punishment after punishment waiting for someone, anyone, he didn't care who it was to come and take him into their arms and hold him close as they helped him escape, for them to fight the monsters that scare him into a dark corner, to take him out of this nightmare, to run with him to safety, and tell him its all over now, that he is safe. And maybe if he couldn't help it or couldn't hold back anymore be his shoulder to cry on.

Loki though, knew no one would come for him, not after destroying the Bifrost, not after killing thousands in Manhattan. No one wanted Loki around alive, they all wanted him dead. So, he sat, in his cell chained to the wall like a dog chained to a tree. In nothing more than tattered, soiled, bloody black trousers, with nothing to say, to think, to do. As he awaited for someone or something to save him.

Though he hadn't had to wait long.

That night Loki slept curled up shaking and shivering, despite himself being in Jotun form. He sneezed and coughed in his sleep, signs that he was developing sickness. His black eyebrows twitching in pain or fear from another nightmare, his constant shifting implied he was uncomfortable with his dreams before he awoke with a shrill scream!

Another dream of which he took on the role of a innocent life that had died during his attack.

Gaining his surroundings Loki began to cry, his nose running, he knew he was sick and wiped his nose with the back of hand before moving to wipe his hand on his trousers. He sat there for a moment trying to figure out what exactly had awoken him he trembled thinking a Chitauri was in his cell, his emerald eyes large and scared. But when he noticed that there wasn't anyone else in his cell he relaxed some before cringing, realizing what caused him to wake.

He had to go, he wanted to get up and relieve himself in the corner but was scared of punishment for not asking. He sat there hoping one of the Chitauri would come by as he sat struggling to hold it. None never came. Loki sat there for a hour or two before he whimpered taking his chances and testing his luck, he stood up and walked to the far side of his cell, in which he used to relieve himself when the Chitauri didn't force himself to when they tortured him or when they did it for laughs.

As he was in the corner he could hear commotion, screams and shouts, he was frighten by the tone of voice which implied they were angry, which made him scared. "Do they know that I didn't ask permission?" he thought frantically.

But that thought was crushed when he suddenly heard the crackling of lighting and the boom of thunder.

Lighting?...Thunder!? Loki felt his entire body go still "No...No anyone but him!" he thought as he retied his loose fitting trousers.

Loki quickly ran to the far side of the cell and hid in the shadows. His breathing quick and short, his hyperventilating causing his breaths to become coughs.

Then to the tricksters horror everything fell silent, there wasn't any cackles and rumbles of thunder, no screams nor smacks as flesh and blood and gore splattered onto the floor, nothing! Only sound was that coming from Loki.

The once proud prince sat with his eyes widen, hand over his mouth to keep quiet, he felt excited, but not the good excited the same excitement that comes when your scared the same kind that fuels your body when you know your not safe anymore the kind that tells you its best to start running. But Loki couldn't run, he could only hope that he wouldn't find him.

Heavy foot falls echoed down the hallway of the cells and Loki could feel the vibrations, the deep voice belting his name rang in his ears as he called out. The sinking feeling filled the ex-prince as he got closer. And closer and closer!

Loki thought he was going to vomit from all the anxiety but he managed to keep his stomachs contents (which was nothing, the poor thing hadn't eaten in a long time) inside.

Then the inevitable happen. A large black shadow fell onto Loki's cell. Loki wouldn't have been spotted if he hadn't squeaked out of surprise.

"There you are!" boomed the voice as they inched closer "I have been searching for you." the large muscular man broke the bars with ease and stepped into the cell ignoring the strong and sickening stench of the cell. Loki watched as the man crept closer to him as if not trying to spook him.

"I'm taking you home."

"NO! NO!" screamed Loki as he scrambled backwards trying to escape the approaching man. Loki darted to the other side of the cell and buried himself in the hay that worked as a bed, but was never used for it caused Loki to get a terrible rash, who knew he was allergic to this stuff?

"Brother its me, Thor!" Thor said softly, he was frightened at how his brother was acting. He frowned when he didn't get a response, and moved to get his brother out of the fodder knowing how sensitive his skin was to it.

But when Loki felt the large warm hand brush against his leg he screamed and flung himself out of the hay scrambling backwards into the corner he had previously relieved himself in, he fell backward with a splash. He inched backward until his back was against the wall.

"No! No! Please no! Monster is sorry, please don't! Monster was being controlled by the Chitauri, please understand! M-Monster didn't know what it was doing!" pleaded Loki as tears escaped his eyes, he got to his knees and put his hands together begging the other "P-Please Thor...please d-dont kill Monster." his face crumpled and he began to blubber and sob uncontrollably.

Thor looked weary and upset, why was Loki calling himself monster? Thor could only bet it was the Chitauri's doing, he stepped closer and picked Loki up and held him close not caring that Loki was filthy and he began to rock him. "Shh...its alright Loki, its all alright." Loki sniffed, coughing as he clung to his brother "M-Monster, not Loki...Monster is my name." Thor felt his heart tighten but said nothing knowing his brother will only insist on his new name "Monster, I am not going to kill you...I don't know what they told you but I can never hurt you." Loki looked up sadly "Y-Your not going to kill Monster? You have all the reason to want Monster dead...you should kill Monster!" he said his voice weak and small.

Thor looked down at his sibling sadly "Who told you I should kill you? Who?!"

Thor's tone must have been harsh because Loki cringed as if expecting to be hit "Who was it!" Thor snapped Loki whimpered and looked down "T-Thanos..." he said his voice soft then he flinched once more "P-Please don't hit Monster." he said.

Thor only hugged him closer, he refrained from kissing his brother's forehead due to all the sludge on his face, instead he stroked his grubby hair "Come let us go home." Thor said, with that Loki nodded and he was carried out of the cell, but fainted before he could see his freedom.

Heta: I'm sorry Loki *cries*

Loki: ...*ignores and glares*

So here is the first half I swear this story will get better, so for now review?