Suffer With Me

by LizC23

Loki appears in Stark Tower two years after his return to Asgard with Thor, Stark isn't happy about it but why would Loki appear and vanish so quickly? The answer doesn't please Stark and both God and Billionaire are left in a difficult situation, taken aboard a Prisoner Ship. They can suffer alone or work together, which will they choose? (Slavery, M for future smut, frostiron)

3. Chapter 3

The next couple of weeks were hell. S.H.I.E.L.D meetings felt awkward, in fact any socialising was horrendous. Stark would sit awkwardly, only he and Loki knew why and it was utter torture. The restriction of the cage was pissing him off, he didn't know when the God would come back or even if he would be returning. Shit.

Stark was tired, he was truly exhausted. He staggered into his bedroom, tearing off his T-Shirt and jeans and pulled off his briefs.

"You really must go to bed earlier" came a sly quiet whisper. Tony jumped and cursed himself for doing so. Loki. It had to be, only the God could just appear and scare the hell out of him.

"Is there something about being a Norse God that means doors do not apply to you?" Stark snapped, pulling the cover over him as he had sat himself on the bed.

"Whoever said I was a Norse God?" came the voice, still hiding in the shadows. Not Loki? Who the hell would it be? A sudden dark cloud of confusion and fear came over Stark, come to think of it the voice wasn't like silk, it wasn't like Loki's. Great. So now he was naked in bed while a creepy voice was talking to him from somewhere in the room. Before he could reply, the figure moved from the shadows and multiplied. It was huge. Perhaps 8 foot tall, the same for two behind. Tony gripped at the sheet under him, tensing his muscles. He didn't have a suit nearby, he didn't have the bracelets that located him for the suit, didn't even have the underclothes on. Fuck. The figure came closer, heavy feet fell on the ground making Tony shudder.

"We are glad you have prepared yourself. And now you come with us" the voice announced, stepping closer to Tony right up to him next to the bed. It wore a long cloak with a hood, hiding its identity. An ugly brown hand reached out, scarred and broken. Tony flinched, he tried to back away but the other two were there. One at the foot of the bed, the other by the other side. The arms got closer. Finger nails long and jagged. Tony felt the cold touch on his skin, like a burn and before he could react they weren't in his room anymore.