Author's Note – This story is dedicated to my wonderful, amazing, and lovely friend, Cassandra. I hope you love it, my dear.
Warnings – I'll put these here, because I didn't have enough room in the summary. This chapter does contain family-rape, as well as drug use, alcohol, and smoking. There will be a warning in each chapter, depending on the content. You have been made aware.
Chapter One: Locked Inside that House
Loki often wondered why he didn't just run away, because surely the hardships on the streets would be better than the tension that was suffocating him inside his very own home. His parents were in the midst of a divorce and neither Odin nor Frigga was willing to give up their rights or entitlements to the house. So they were still living together, too stubborn to be the one to walk away, and each day it felt as though Loki was walking on pins and needles, never knowing what was going to happen or who was going to snap and when. Loki woke up exhausted every morning.
Emerald green eyes were currently shifting between mother and father, seeing how stiff both were by just being close to one another. Frigga's shoulders were set, her kind blue eyes pointedly veering off whenever she could see Odin in her peripheral vision. It was strange, even after so many years, to see his mother look so flustered and angry when she had always been cheerful and so full of life. To see Odin look cross and short wasn't much of a surprise, but it was worse now – much worse. His icy blue eye seemed to penetrate through all that he looked at and Loki knew all too well how that felt like, especially now. The stress of the divorce was getting to the both of them and Loki could not wait until it was done and over with so things could get back to normal – or as normal as could be expected.
"Are you all right, sweetie?"
The sound of Frigga's voice broke him out of his thoughts. Blinking, Loki wondered how long he must have been sitting there with a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. Clearing his throat, Loki nodded his head and put the cereal in his mouth, chewing without tasting. He had long since lost the want for food. His parents were too concerned with fighting over what they wanted in the divorce to fully pay attention to Loki and his lack of appetite, but he didn't want to risk them noticing.
"I'm fine, mother," Loki replied, smiling when Frigga reached over and placed her hand on top of his.
"You're growing up so fast. I hate it," Standing, Frigga wrapped her arms around Loki, pulling him close. It never ceased to surprise her how much he had grown. It was sad in a way, knowing that their time together was dwindling, knowing that it wouldn't be long until he graduated and began applying for college. But she was so proud of him. "I wish I could turn back the clock and keep you small. You were such a tiny baby."
"Yes, well, he's not a baby anymore, so stop coddling him and treating him like a child. He's a man now – he doesn't need his mother trying to shove him back in the womb," Odin snapped irritably, throwing a glare at the two of them. He forcefully pushed his chair back, the legs scraping against the hardwood flooring as he stood and went to the coffee-pot. He slammed his cup down on the counter. "I'm sick and damn tired of you babying him. You already fucked up Thor. I'm trying to save our last one."
"Don't you dare, you bastard!" Frigga shrieked, ripping herself from Loki, shock and rage flushing her face. It was a strange and almost frightening sight to behold, one that had Loki sitting back as far in his seat as possible. "You broke this family! You are the reason Thor left!"
"Yes, yes, I'm the reason, Frigga. I'm the fucking reason!" Odin roared, slapping the cup off the counter. He returned the glare and somehow that one eye was more ominous and frightening. "I am not the one suffocating them! How are they to be men when you treat them as though they break?"
"Oh, stop it," Frigga shot, not at all backing down. Loki envied her. Odin was terrifying when he was angry.
"Yes, it will stop when I've taken custody of him."
Frigga's actions shocked Loki, causing him to jump from his place at the kitchen-table and take several steps back. It was so out of character, so not like his mother that Loki even wondered if it actually happened. But it did, and the fury in Frigga's eyes was enough proof of that. She had picked up her own coffee-cup and threw it at Odin. The only reason why it hit the wall and shattered was because he ducked out of the way. And the look he was giving her was enough to make Loki take a few steps towards his mother. He wouldn't hurt her, would he …?
The few steps he took caused Odin's icy blue eye to snap to Loki. "Get out now!" And that was enough to have him fleeing to his room.
The screaming didn't stop or lower. If anything, their voices rose the higher Loki got in the house. He got to his room and closed the door, pressing his back to it. It didn't stop for the longest time. The house sounded as though it was getting torn apart with how much noise he could hear crashing around. But eventually the house fell silent and Loki knew that they had both left to go to work. And that was fine with him. Stepping away from the door, Loki walked to the far side of the room and crouched down, easily locating the loose floor-board.
Sitting down on the floor, Loki pulled out a pack of heroin and tossed it on a floor-mat, his heart hammering in his chest. He could feel a cold sweat creeping over his skin, could feel his temples throb. He liked to pretend in those moments that he had the control that he could put the drugs back under the floor-boards and forget about them, but he would only be lying to himself. Then again, he was pretty good at that.
Still, his parents were gone and he had several hours alone, so … letting out a resigned sigh, Loki snatched the pack up and soon forgot.
-x- -x- -x-
The view was ridiculous. Loki was never all that crazy about the ocean. He always thought it was just over-rated, but he had to admit that the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky cliffs was relaxing.
He never took too much heroin at one time, so when he felt the effects start to wear off, Tony Stark was the man he called. An hour later, Loki was sitting on his roof with a beer in hand. The two met about a year after Loki and his family moved to Malibu from London, England. They seemed to gravitate towards each other as trouble often did and, a few well-played pranks later, Tony and Loki had been inseparable ever since.
Tony knew about the divorce. He knew how stressful it was, how much anxiety it gave Loki. He even knew about the drugs and, even though he didn't like it, he never probed. That was one of the many reasons why Loki liked Tony so much – he didn't ask stupid questions.
"My head feels like it's going to explode," Loki sighed. He squinted, the sun bright.
"Stop drinking then," Tony replied, grinning at the glare that was sent his way. He shrugged and took a swig of his own beer. "Just a helpful suggestion, is all."
"Not so helpful," Loki shot back, but put the bottle down nonetheless. He grabbed the pack of cigarettes that was next to his hip before pulling one out and tossing the rest to Tony, who did the same. The lighter was next to be passed around and soon Loki was taking a drag, his eyes falling shut as the effects of the nicotine washed over him, relaxing him even more. The throbbing in his temples even seemed to lessen. "I'm just so sick of being in that house."
"Move in here. There's plenty of room and Howard won't even notice."
Another reason why he and Tony got along so well was because he knew what it was like to have such a screwed up family. While Loki's parents were constantly at each other's throats, Tony hardly ever saw his.
"Tempting offer," Loki mused. Life would be much simpler. He wouldn't have to deal with the fighting or the shouting. Arguments between his mother and father could become cataclysmic. Loki was briefly reminded of a time when a fight became so severe Thor had to shield his mother from Odin, who was getting ready to punch her. It was a terrifying day.
Thor left not too long after.
"You said that last time I offered," Tony commented, exhaling smoke from his nose before drinking from his beer bottle.
Loki was quiet for a long time before saying: "I can't leave her."
"Yeah," Tony turned his gaze to the sparkling ocean. "You said that last time, too."
But Tony wasn't angry. He understood.
-x- -x- -x-
It was late when Loki got back home and he briefly wondered if his parents had even notice his absence. It wasn't uncommon for him to spend all of his time in his bedroom, coming out only to get something to eat or stretch his legs. Frigga would make a habit of coming up to check on him, so there was a possibility that she had been aware of his lack of presence. It was also late, and Loki secretly hoped that his mother and father were already in bed sleeping.
There was a note taped to his door, but Loki wasn't in the mood to read it. Why should he take the time to pay attention to them when they weren't even paying attention to him? Loki was aware of how childish and ridiculous it made him sound, but at the moment, he didn't care. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it and the note on top of his desk.
He was just about to take a quick shower before bed when he heard his bedroom door open. Poking his head from the bathroom, Loki glared at his father. "It's called knocking – you might want to try it sometime," He snarled before he was able to get a good look at the man. He was wearing a suit still, as though he'd just gotten home, but what Loki really noticed was the strange look in his eye – something akin to regret and determination. It was confusing and puzzling. "What's wrong? What is it? Is mother all right?" Loki asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.
At the mention of Frigga, Odin's gaze darkened. He closed the door behind him and locked it, though hiding the action from Loki. "There is a lot wrong with that bitch," He said, coming towards his son. "Come here. Come here!"
Shocked, Loki took two steps towards his father before his upper arm was grabbed and he was pulled the rest of the way. It was right before he was turned around, facing away from his father did he notice the belt. Was he about to get beat? He was just about to question when suddenly, his arms were grabbed and forced behind his back. The belt was wrapped around his wrists, Loki twisting to see his father tightening the leather, trapping them together.
Loki started to jerk at his wrists, not understanding what was happening or why Odin was doing this. His father only jerked at the straps, the leather pinching at his skin, making him hiss. "Stop fighting me," He snarled.
"What are you doing?" Loki asked as he fell still, his eyes watching as Odin knotted the belt up. He knew without trying that he wouldn't be able to get free until Odin released him.
"Toughening you up," Odin's reply came. He reached around Loki and started messing with the buttons of his jeans. Loki's head was spinning and his heart started racing and he had no idea what Odin was doing or attempting to do, but it needed to stop now.
"What are you doing?" Loki shrieked in shock, jerking at his wrists and stepping away from his father, his emerald green eyes wide.
Cursing under his breath, Odin grabbed Loki around the waist and dragged him towards the bed, flinging him down onto it. Loki landed on his stomach and, before he could even think of moving, his father was on top of his bound hands. He opened his mouth to speak, to demand and question what his father was even doing, but fabric was suddenly pressed against his lips, preventing him from getting out a word. He realised that it was his father's tie that he used to gag him.
His hips were lifted and Odin's hands were successful in undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. Loki whimpered as both his pants and boxers were removed, his heart pounding and his anxiety rising with each passing second. He tried to scream, but the tie was wrapped so tightly around his mouth, he couldn't even part his lips.
But what caused the tears to well up, what caused him to choke back a sob was the sound of Odin pulling his pants down, as well, because whatever denial Loki was trying to create for the situation was ruined now. He knew exactly what was going to happen to him and he yanked and pulled at his wrists, knowing that the act was futile, but too shocked to simply lie there while his father assaulted him.
"Now stop fighting me, Loki," His father said, voice thick and husky. There was a slippery sound, Odin's breath getting heavy and Loki gasped and shouted in panic, the sound muffled, when his legs were forced apart. "Don't cry, boy. Just take it."
And that was all the warning he got before he felt his father pushing into him, his muscles screaming in protest to the intrusion. He gasped and gave a stifled scream, his wrists straining against the belt, but Odin merely grabbed a hold of his bound hands, putting a stop to that. There was no protection, no lube, no anything. It was dry and the only thing that might ease the pain was his blood.
"Stop struggling," Odin growled.
And Loki did. His body remained tense and he was forced up the bed as his father – his father – continued to thrust inside of him. It was like a painful cramp that tore him apart and ripped him open from the inside out. But he didn't fight and the only noise that filled the room was Loki's choking sobs and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
It finally stopped, Odin's hips pressed up against his ass. Another pressure started to fill him and Loki moaned in discomfort when he felt it slide down the insides of his thighs.
"Stop crying, Loki," Odin said when he pulled out.
Loki could hear his father wandering around the room before the door was unlocked and opened and then closed once more. Despite Odin's words, though, Loki couldn't stop crying. He couldn't breathe and he wiggled around some, trying to get his wrists free, but stopped at the pain that shot down his lower half. He then weakly tried to shrug the tie wrapped around his mouth off by rubbing it against the mattress. That, too, failed to work.
He fell still and stopped crying after a while, the shock of what happened sinking in, stunning him. Odin came back almost an hour later – he lost track of time, not that he was even keeping track – and untied him. Odin spoke softly, but Loki had absolutely no idea what he was saying. He eventually left and Loki remained where he was, unmoving.
Author's Note – This story is complete – or at least has one more chapter to go – so I will be updating every three days.