The Chitauri were flying at him.

There was a huge fucking hole in the sky, swirling blue and black and growing bigger by the second. Supplied by the Tesseract, he knew that it would grow until it swallowed the rest of the sky. Until it swallowed the rest of New York and then Earth itself.

His Iron-man suit was flying upwards, towards the Chitauri, fighting them. His fists smashed into hard metal, his throat constricting as he felt long curved claws tear it's way through the steel suit, like tissue paper.

It seemed no matter how fast he flew, there was always something on his tail.

"No!"

Tony screamed out, a loud noise rushing in his ear. There was something trickling down his face.. but he was too busy to notice it and wipe it off. He was intently focused on Jarvis's voice, hoping that the AI was still with him every second. "Jarvis...?"

"Goddammit, stop! Please!"

Natasha was screaming at him in one ear, while Captain America was yelling in the other. There was so much yelling, so much chaos, so much screaming and crying that Tony barely knew where to start first. The aliens were flying towards his face, screaming at the top of their little robotic lungs. Ready to spear him in the chest to kill him. He could see it in their beady eyes.

"Make it stop! Make it fucking stop!"

"I'm bringing the party to you." Tony saw a huge worm-like creature following him, the jaws nearly snapping on his feet, nearly crushing his ankles in the massive teeth.

"St-stop!"

"That doesn't look like a party, Stark."

"N-n.. Someone! Someone help!"

The wormhole was swallowing him again, this time he had a nuclear bomb in his arms. He was pushing himself to go further, praying fervently to make it out okay, but knowing deep inside, he wouldn't.

"Please, I'm begging.. I- I'm sorry!"

Everything was going black. There was a light. An explosion.

A shadow of Loki, stalking him, waiting for him.

Everything was going black.

Tony awoke with screaming on the top of his lungs, words still spilling out of his mouth even as he tried to wake himself up from the horrible nightmare he had. There was a torrent of 'I'm sorry's' and begging of the invisible torturing to stop, and as he sat up and tried to calm himself down, the words still bounced around his head.

He had been begging for mercy, he knew. As pitiful as it was, he just wanted the endless suffering to finally cease. It wasn't the first time he had had one of those horrible dreams either. It was a reoccurring thing.

Again, not something he was proud of in the slightest.

Tony slowly rolled onto his side and winced at the sudden, sharp pain that shot through his torso. God, what the hell did he do last night? There was no woman in the bed beside him. In fact, the other side was completely empty, even the pillow that Pepper used to use was gone. Tony tried to turn around on the other side, only to have another sharp pain shoot through him.

Walking was a total pain in the ass, he found out. He stumbled to the bathroom, slowly, cursing and holding his abdomen the entire way. As soon as he got to it, he dragged himself into the shower and turned on the hot water, letting himself sink onto the floor of the tub and letting the hot water rinse over his aching body. There was no surprise as he looked down at his bare skin and saw heavy bruising, especially over his ribcage.

Damn, did he just go through a round with the Hulk and break a couple ribs?

He gingerly rubbed his bruised side, hoping that he had some antibiotics to cure that. Or better yet, maybe some alcohol to soothe that pain. Yeah, he could go for that. Some scotch and a martini to wash it down. Tony almost grinned at the anticipation of the soft burning in his throat, and the fuzziness that would come afterward. Maybe he'd go to a party and socialize.

His muscles calmed down and he slunk against the wall, a lovely hum in his throat at the thought.

A voice echoed in his head, sending his relief crashing down at his feet in the shower. The sly, rich voice of the man who had thrown him out the Tower, the guy that was still hanging out in his Tower, probably on his damn couch. The guy that had beat him to a pulp until he was unconscious.

Loki.

Tony stood there in the shower, dumbfounded, unable to move an inch. He stared at the wet tile, dripping with steam and mist, and saw a blurry reflection of himself. He suddenly remembered everything that happened the night before, every single strange detail that had seemed so insignificant. Tied up in the basement and realizing that Jarvis didn't work anymore, only to find out that Loki had everything in his Tower locked and under his control. Tony was like a slave now, a prisoner.

A prisoner of Loki. He thought dully. What did Asgardians do to their prisoners? Weren't they stuck in the medieval times or something? Didn't they torture their prisoners, pull them up from the verge of death only to play with them a bit more? He could only imagine himself being stuck to a stone wall, chained and shackled, beaten and bloody, on the verge of death. And with Loki on the other end of that torture, holding a whip with that sick grin on his face.

"Kneel for me, Man of Iron."

Tony lurched forwards a bit, his empty stomach reeling. What would happen once Tony finally gave up, and actually knelt at Loki's feet? From what the little information Thor had told him about Asgardian justice, he was sure that he would be used in... other things as well.

Things like rape.

This time, Tony vomited all over the tile of his bathroom shower. There wasn't anything left in his stomach but bile, and that was exactly what was speared on the wall. Feeling even more sick, he dry-heaved until his stomach ached and his throat burned from the air. Trying to balance himself with one hand propped on the clean wall, he tried to breathe in and calm down.

It wasn't really working, to be honest.

Tony slowly panted and stood himself up straight, feeling as though he had aged five years in a single second. Turning off the water, he stepped out the shower totally butt-naked, dripping wet, and not giving a single fuck.

Slowly toweling himself off, he went through his normal movements like he was in a trance. He stared blankly in a mirror as he shaved, attempting to go through a normal day routine. As he was finished, he just dropped his razor in the sink and dully moved on to wash his face.

Who was he kidding? There was nothing normal about this. There was nothing normal about having a homicidal god walking around his Tower, trying to own him because he was a mere little mortal compared to him. No matter how Tony was going to pretend to live in his own little world, nothing was ever going to be the same again.

He stepped out of the shower into his bedroom, feeling the cold air prickle his skin into goosebumps. He made his way towards his closet, pulling the door open with a single move.

"Sir." Jarvis spoke, monotone as ever. "I see that you have refreshed yourself from sleep. Once you get dressed, Loki wishes to speak to you."

Tony cringed at the name, his blood turning cold. He hesitated before speaking, his voice almost trembling. "And what if I refuse, Jarvis?"

"I will have no choice but to tell Mr. Laufeyson, and he will deal with you accordingly."

Tony pulled out jeans and a simple shirt, throwing them on the bed in disgust. He slammed his closet shut, frustrated. But he couldn't afford to get the shit pounded out of him again. His body would probably give out long before his willpower did. And Loki wouldn't have a problem with that.

As sad and pathetic he was- he still wanted to live.

He pulled on his jeans and slowly zipped up the zipper, and then pulling on his shirt. Knowing that Jarvis was watching his every move and breath was unsettling, now that he thought about it. Before, Jarvis had been his protector, his eye for the outside world, the one thing that had always stuck by him even when he was alone. Hell, he always looked forwards to hearing from Jarvis when he got home nowadays.

It was as though the AI actually cared about him. Well, not anymore.

Tony walked towards the door and heard an unlocking noise, from Jarvis unlocking his bedroom door. He didn't even realize that his bedroom door was locked the entire time. What was he going to do from his room anyway? Escape into the hallway?

He walked down the hall and heard the door slide shut behind him, locking again. Keeping his eyes on the stairwell in front of him, he pushed down another bout of vomit and tried to gather up his courage.

Time to meet Loki.

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