It all happened rather quickly.
Pepper accused Loki of mind control and the entire establishment was turned over in two seconds with S.H.E.I.L.D. agents. Citizens attending the court were in an uproar of peril over the villain, and for some reason everyone was standing up; even Loki.
His eyes scanned everywhere in the short moments he wasn't being targeted for arrest. Maybe he could find who was setting him up like this. Then Director Fury was approaching with a hand on his side gun and Steve Rogers was approaching from his side.
On instinct Loki waved his arm in the direction he wanted Nick Fury to go- in the air and against the nearby wall of the courtroom. Not only was the act fulfilled by magic but it made everyone stop; whether it was S.H.E.I.L.D. agents or the handful of Avengers whom were in the courtroom as well.
Steve grabbed Loki's arm and suddenly they were on top of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. His eyes portrayed the disbelief of possibly having his powers, and he completely forgot that there may be a very confused and, probably, angry Captain America standing next to him on a very high point.
"Loki- what the hell is this? What are you playing at? Thor told everyone you are without your sorcery. The first thing you do with your powers is brain wash your boyfriend's assistant so she kills him? Why not do the dirty work yourself! You were sleeping with him, it would have been easy for you to gank him then."
Loki snarled as he turned on his heel to glare at the man lecturing him over something Loki did not have time to process. In a fit of rage he swept his arm out to levitate Steve into the air over traffic, or perhaps the body of water, but nothing happened.
A low growl escaped his throat as he tried it again then made eye contact with Steve who looked as confused as Loki. The God's lips pursed as he lowered his arm to his side. "I do not have use of my sorcery," he observed. His eyes lifted up to the captain's, "you mustn't call S.H.E.I.L.D."
"Like heck I'm not, there is no way getting down here and who knows if your powers will come back! You got us here somehow, who is to say you aren't lying to me?" The captain pawed for his phone before Loki grabbed his wrist tightly.
"Rogers, I do not have my sorcery." Loki's eyes bored into the Captains, his expression cold in his face, his eyes confused and frustrated. "My conclusion is I have been framed, am being framed, though I do not know by whom. Or how they have gained access to temporarily break Odin's spell. You must take my word, Steve." Loki didn't let his stare falter while the captain's gears began working in his mind. He could see Rogers battle with reason, plans, and whether or not he could, or should, trust Loki.
"I would never dream to brain wash Pepper to kill my Anthony," Loki's voice became warm as his face morphed into the emotion he was in fact feeling. If he needed anyone on his side, it was Captain America himself. One man who could feel wrong and right in his gut. At least, that is what Tony always told Loki before or after missions they would be sent on. "Believe me," he whispered, "I wouldn't ki-… I could never betray him. I truly cared deeply for that man. You must know. You must have watched me change. Yo-"
"I believe you, Loki," Rogers' voice was firm as if he were taking the upper hand of this mission. His wrist had been let go before Loki's monologue over Tony, and it had given Steve enough of a view to Loki's body language as he spoke. "But I can't not call S.H.E.I.L.D. If we were to get off of this bridge and figure something out, you would be most wanted not for allegedly brain washing Pepper and killing Tony but for kidnapping Captain America as well. These guys capture and kill and ask questions later. What I'll try to do is get you in a holding cell with better treatment than what you have seen. I will have to pull strings to have you released, but I will do my best. There's no telling how long you'll be locked up."
"I can not find who has done this to me, or why, in a cell, Rogers. It will be hard enough without my magic to even begin to search."
"If Thor knows anything, he'll tell me. I'll need to get him on our side, which won't be hard after some smooth talking with him. If he's going to believe this, he's going to believe it coming from my mouth rather than your silver tongue."
He could not argue with Steve. If he had Captain America rooting for him, this would be much easier. It was true about Thor and Loki knew he needed any help he could get: especially from his brother whom Heimdall would open the bifrost for. Thor could travel through the realms, ask questions, and investigate.
"I can not find a better plan within my mind's reach, Steve. Do call Fury." This should be marked down on a book, Loki willingly giving himself up to S.H.E.I.L.D. when he quickly made the wanted list in a matter of, not even, thirty minutes.
Steve nodded as he pulled his cellphone out and made the call. Brief, quick, filled with promises of being all right.
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Turns out, initially, Steve Rogers did not have an upper hand in the situation. Steve being completely unharmed did not make a difference to the way Loki was going to be imprisoned, either.
Loki sat in a grey cell, which had no windows, thick glass doors that only looked out to an empty hallway- void of anything or anyone, and a single bench barely long enough for him to recline on without his thighs hanging off. There must have been cameras throughout the cell to capture him in every angle. What they were watching for, he wasn't sure.
A snide smirk spread across his lips, "Am I to put on a show, Fury? Which would you like? Some green butterflies fluttering to my glass door? Or, perhaps a tiger: threatening your throat for when I leave? May I ask, director, where am I supposed to relieve myself? Do I get a single phone call?" Loki looked around the ceiling where he assumed cameras were hidden. SHEILD wouldn't be foolish enough to not have a two way microphone connected to the cameras.
As he received no response Loki held out his hands in a surrendering manner, "All right," he began, "I give up. May I at least have a word with Captain Rogers?"
There was a sudden release in silence in the room, a microphone clicking on his end for receiving. "Loki, we are not here to compromise with you, nor are we giving you special treatment. You may also not speak with Steve Rogers. Until you explain to us how, and when, you got your magic back and why you mind washed Miss Potts, we have a special remedy just for you to restrict all of your magic from leaving your body. This will secure any agent that comes in. In case you decide to act out of wrath when the glass door is opened. You aren't getting out of this one, Laufeyson."
Loki felt something shift in the air once Fury cut out. It instantly made him feel light headed, weak even. He was impressed with SHEILD for producing an odorless, colorless, magic restrainer. Though, he was not impressed with their lack of knowledge to what their product could do to a body without magic abilities within it.
As he sat down his brain felt heavy with ache as he tried not to breathe as deeply or as frequently though it would do nothing to stop his body from being affected by the gas.
It had been four days since anyone had contacted Loki minus the meals that were slid through a slot in the glass doors, which were left without being touched.
His state was much like that of when he first arrived on earth after traveling through the dark abyss of space. His eyes sunken in, purple bags around his sockets, constant sweat on a cold body, and paled skin. He could hardly move let alone attempt to eat whatever they were trying to feed him.
On the fifth day he received a visit from Nick Fury. The man stood behind the glass, hands folded behind him, with his eye peering in at Loki.
"Are you ready to talk yet, or should I up your steady gas intake?"
"I haven't the use of my magic," Loki breathed, "you must ask Rogers. Let me speak with him. Fury, I will even allow you to supervise. Supervised visits are permitted in prison, are they not?"
"Not in this prison. I'm glad to see our gas is working. Special thanks to our very own Bruce Banner. How much of this are you going to take, Loki? I've got all year to wheel it out of you. I promise you this is not the worst that can happen to you in means of torture."
A weak snicker left Loki's mouth. "Is that what you call this, torture? I figured it was a new age Midgardian way of wooing their physical partners."
Fury gave a slight smirk before entering the cell. He ordered Loki to get up then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the wall. Loki had no strength to try to fight back. Using the wall for support, he looked to Fury's eye, "I haven't the use of my magic," he whispered, "Even without this gas, I haven't the use. I can not explain what has happened."
Fury was about to throw Loki across the floor when Thor and Steve Rogers appeared. "Unhand my brother," Thor boomed. Pointing Mjölnir to the glass he summoned lightening, causing an explosion for access.
Loki had no strength left and fell to the ground, Rogers quickly by his side to hoist him up.
"Loki… Loki can you hear me?" Steve's face was covered in worry while taking in the physical state Loki was in.
"Get Thor… out of here…"
