AN: I'm back just like I promised! For those that don't know the order of my stories, it is:

'When Loki Spoke the Truth'

'Tony's Heart'

'Plan: Blackmail Iron Man'

You don't have to read the first or second one to really understand this one, most of the references from the first two explain themselves, but there are a lot of references back to 'Plan: Blackmail Iron Man' so I suggest you read that one at the very least if you don't want to read the other ones. The first part of this chapter is actually taken from the last chapter of that story, sort of like a prologue though the second half of the chapter actually begins the story.

There was one person missing. Loki. He had said he was going to go to the bathroom but that had been over ten minutes ago.

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Loki leaned over the sink in Tony's bathroom, his hair and the front of his t-shirt soaked and dripping. On the inside, he was burning up and no matter how much water he splashed onto himself he wouldn't cool down. Sweat mixed with tears and water over his body as he shook.

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"Maybe I should go check on him," murmured Bruce uncertainly. He could tell that something had been bothering him and that it had only started recently.

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I'm not like that! It was different that one time.

No it wasn't. You still enjoyed killing those two people!

The voice was there again. It wouldn't go away and Loki still had no idea where it was coming from. It was driving him mad.

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"Oh, leave him be," replied Tony with the wave of a bottle. "I'm sure he's fine."

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"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" screamed Loki finally. His eyes flew open and he actually fell back from the shock of it. If he was in a regular bathroom he would have hit his head but this was Tony's, there was plenty of space between his head and any walls.

However, that didn't matter at the moment. The main thing that mattered was what he saw in the mirror. Slowly, Loki got up and walked back over to the counter top and blinked several times to make sure it wasn't a trick of the light. But it wasn't. It was real. His eyes had turned completely black.

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Bruce doubted that he was fine but he decided that he might as well wait about two minutes more. For all he knew, Loki could simply have an upset stomach. However, something just seemed to tell him that that was defiantly not it.

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I'm not getting out of your head. Not anytime soon. Instead, I'm going to do a test, see how blood thirsty you can really be. I've already done pretty well so far. By the end of next week you should be in my full control. Who do you think I should try it on next, maybe Bruce?

Then Loki did something that he had never done in his life.

He fainted from fright.

Loki's eyes squinted at the bright light. Above were worried faces, but he couldn't keep his eyes open. Besides, his vision still swam which made his stomach feel like heaving as he closed his eyes again and his conscience fell into blackness.

When he came to again he didn't immediately open his eyes, he felt the rocking of something beneath him and cold sheets on top of him. Loki tried to get his eyes to open, they were heavy like lead. People in white uniforms walked around him. Nurses . . . and doctors, thought Loki with some difficulty. He felt sluggish and soon after his eyes closed once more.

The third time he opened his eyes they stayed open and he was alone. Or so he thought. Though he had heard nothing, which was what had caused him to think himself alone; he soon saw that Bruce sat in a chair next to him fast asleep. Even in his sleep there were worry lines on his forehead.

Loki took the opportunity to look around. Despite the fact that he was pretty sure it wasn't the actual room, it looked exactly like the one where Bruce had been kept. Except now their roles were reversed. Loki was the hurt one, the one in need and Bruce was the one to faithfully wait by his side.

He meant to only grip his hand but he should have known that Bruce would wake up. His eyes flashed open and upon seeing Loki awake, he held his hand tight too.

"Loki," he whispered like they weren't allowed to talk any louder. "How are you feeling?"

"Groggy, a little disoriented. Where are we?" he asked.

"Same place where I was," replied Bruce still in that soft voice. "I mean . . . it's a different room of course . . . yeah different room, same people though—"

"Shh," replied Loki as he quieted his rambling. No wonder Bruce was being so quite. All those unwanted memories coming back to him. Loki remembered nights when he had had to hold Bruce tight from unwanted nightmares. However, Bruce had been able to repress those memories for a while now, until he came here.

"If you're uncomfortable you can leave."

Bruce gave a sad soft smile. "No matter how uncomfortable I'm not leaving you by yourself. Though I doubt you'll be alone for long."

"What do you mean?" asked Loki with a confused glance.

"Nick Fury at the moment is the last thing keeping that brother of yours not to electrocute this entire facility."

Loki gave a low chuckle as he replied, "Well, he always did love to be dramatic."

As if on cue, Thor burst through the room, in his full armor as per usual, with Mjolnir by his side. "Brother!" he cried out in his booming voice. "What has befallen you?"

Loki rolled his eyes at his brother's speech but then frowned upon seeing deepening worry go across Thor's face. Loki then remembered one of the things that had frightened him so much. Loki gulped as he asked, "Are my eyes still black?"

Thor nodded as Loki turned to Bruce. "And when where you going to tell me that?"

"I was . . . working my way up to it," he murmured.

"So what's wrong with me?" whispered Loki more to himself than to anyone else.

"Well that's the problem," replied Bruce, "we don't know. Not even Thor as any ideas."