A: Technically this started out as a roleplay, first on Omegle then through email. Unfortunately, I became really busy and it ended up dropping and if my partner happens across this, I hope this is okay! I miss you! Anyway, this has a bunch of chapters and all that, hopefully you enjoy it. Also this is on tumblr, so you might have read it there.
Loki was sitting in his cell, hands folded in his lap as he 'stared' at the other side. His sightless eyes didn't move, he didn't even stand. The punishment had been painful, unnecessary, but Odin insisted that, if he couldn't take his magic away, he would make him harmless in another way.
With time he had learned how to move in his cell without walking on anything, but still darkness was nothing he appreciated.
Anytime Thor, or Fandral, or even Sif came to visit, he cloaked himself with an illusion to hide his condition. Not even Thor realized that none of it was true, the reason why he doubted his brother or anyone else knew what punishment had been thrown upon him.
He didn't even know his fate was being decided, and that nothing more than a simple mortal would come to pick him up.
Once more, when he heard footsteps approaching, he created the illusion of his old self, his brilliant green eyes, always kept hair, and fine clothes, despite his time spent in that cell. And his illusion was sitting on the bed, with a book in his hands, apparently reading.
Tony walks down the corridor trying to act like nothing about this situation bothered him. To be honest his scowl wasn't hidden very well. He wondered who's idea all this was.
Loki's cell was at the end and when he reached it he paused. He wasn't too shocked to see how well the wanna-be god looked. But he knew better. Captivity didn't do anyone good, and if he was being honest, Loki looked too well. It was a moment before he said anything.
"Alright, Rock of Ages, you coming or what?"
Loki's fake eyes remained planted on the book for long moments after the man spoke.
He knew that voice, he remembered his so called 'threat', coming along an offered drink.
Stark. A Midgardian in Asgard. How did Odin even allow it?
Slowly, he turned his head towards the source of the sound, and it actually seemed like the illusion looked at the billionaire.
"Where should I ever go? I believe you have been informed of what has been decided for me," he responded, his voice smooth and lacking all those insecurities and pain that continued going through his head lately.
What did this man even want from him? Where was he supposed to go?
Tony tilted his head slightly, his own eyes raking over Loki's form.
"You weren't told," he realizes. And it only mad the situation worse for him. Sure, Loki was a bad guy, but he wasn't too akin to taking care of hostages.
"Daddy-o, up there, has ordered for your return to Earth in the custody of and Earthling and I drew the short straw." He smirks. "Looks like you get to spend the foreseeable future with me, you lucky duck."
Loki raised his eyebrows. Now, that was unfortunate. He surely did not want to be pitied, so he would have to keep up an illusion 24/7. That sounded extremely tiring, and still it might not work. If he continuously walked into very visible things, it would be hard to explain.
"I see no luck in this," he responded, walking behind his illusion to reach it.
He still looked completely fine, though. Keeping an illusion up on himself was easier than simply creating one.
He reached out his hand, just in time to feel the cell's glass wall disappear beneath his fingers instead of burning him. He walked out, hands folded behind his back. He knew Asgard well enough to be sure he would reach the Bifrost without raising too many suspicions, but it would be worrying once they reached Midgard.
Without a word more to the man, he made his way to the stairs. He could hear footsteps close, and not only Stark's. Guards were there. Of course. They wouldn't let him walk around freely like that. Indeed, they put back in place the usual handcuffs and handed the key to Tony.
"Well, could be worse," Tony admitted clutching the key. "You could be stuck with Green Arrow. He's still not too happy about the whole mind rape thing."
Tony winces at the memory of Clint's reaction when Thor had told them of Odin's decision.
He slides the key into his pocket and follows the guards out of the dungeon, thankful to be leaving the gloominess. "You know, I kinda understand the whole mad grab for power. Especially seeing this place," he gestures around the golden hall and out toward the rest of the city. "I mean, who wouldn't want to rule over all of this?"
Loki decided to completely ignore everything the man said. If only Stark knew how much the God actually wanted to see all that again... he probably would only speak more of how wonderful Asgard was.
Maybe the vengeful side of Stark would come up.
Despite his lack of sight, he walked straight through the rich city, arriving to walk along the bridge that would lead them to Heimdall.
He couldn't hear the guards following anymore. Now that Stark had the key, they knew Loki could not risk to kill him.
Every now and then, on the way, he had to move closer to the walls, brush at them with his fingertips to find something familiar on them that would confirm he was taking the right way. And he was, of course.
When they reached the guardian, Loki smiled. "Good Heimdall. I shall ask you to not check on me more than usual while I'm away," he teased, though a serious question was hidden behind those words.
Heimdall surely knew of his conditions, but he hoped he didn't.
"I will follow my King's orders. Though, today, I shall consider you a Prince leaving Asgard, and as one I shall greet you. Farewell," Heimdall answered, bowing down to Loki though the God, couldn't see him.
"Farewell, Guardian," he responded, walking past him and approaching to the Bifrost, sure that Tony would follow him. And then the bridge was opened, and they were on top of Stark Tower. Now... Now problems would begin.