Two Moons Chapter 4: III - Chains, an avengers fanfic

Disclaimer: Avengers is not mine, this is just a fanfic with intent to entertain. Loki, Tony and the other characters are not mine, sadly, but the original characters and the plot belong to me.

Author's Note: So, I'm here again. And without a beta yet, I did my best to review all chapter, but if you find any mistake, tell me please. For this chapter listen Little Lion Man from Mumford & Sons that you can find in my profile.

For who missed Loki, he is back *-*

Chapter III - Chains

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places."

– Ernest Hemingway

Loki raised his head feeling dizzy as blood trickled from a cut on his temple, a sadistic smile on his face seemed to incite his tormentor to continue, he would not let himself be mastered, would not be controlled by your enemy foolish. No, he had not allow himself to fall.

He felt again the lash of the whip on his back forcing him to surrender, but he wouldn't succumb. That fool was lucky that his hands were trapped and had stolen her his magic, if not, would his blood and not his to run. He raised his fists wanting to punch the man in front of him just to feel the chains that bound him by preventing his movement.

The soldier opened a sneer to notice the attempt to Loki, which only enraged God. Without thinking twice, Loki spat on the face of your enemy noting with satisfaction when the smile even give rise to a furious scowl before he could say anything he felt his face be hitting hard by fist of the furious soldier.

Soon he would be far away and those fools pay for every little torture. He was one of his prisoners now, but not for long, he thought to himself, and when he got out of there would have immense pleasure in destroying them one by one. Thanos wasn't and would never be his master. He was free, he was a god among mortals foolish that his "beloved" brother both protected ... Ah yes, his brother. He also would pay for the humiliation which had been imposed to him

"Brother? He is not his brother" retorted his furious mind.

No, Thor wasn't his brother. Odin wasn't his father. And Asgard? Asgard would be your true home? What was left after all these years of lies?

Nothing.

There was nothing left beyond fury.

And hatred.

Odin had deceived him all these years, had made him believe it was equal to Thor. He wasn't. They never were. The throne could never be his because it was not rightfully his. He was not a Odinson. He was a Laufeyson.

"If it is not rightfully mine, so I'll take it for me" he thought opening a small smile. To Loki was more than clear that Thor would never be a great king, his "brother" knew how to use his fists, but not the brain. No, he did not believe that a period between humans would be enough to redeem him. Thor was a soldier, a warrior. But never a king. Never a diplomat.

So who was he? he wondered himself mentally. He was a monster, like the stories he had heard as a child. And he hated these stories now. What they represented.

He hated his reflection on the mirror surface of the water or image, hated the fact that he had been denied. He hated his fa ... No, Odin - he wasn't his father, he had never been, remembered him - for hiding him about his real nature. The god squeezed his hand tightly without worrying about the blood that flowed between them. They would pay. All of them.

"That's all you got for me piece of rust?" The god asked with a wry smile watching the soldier in his front.

The enraged soldier returned to flog him. Loki could feel your skin being torn. Apparently he did not like being called rust, he thought ironic to himself watching the hybrid.

He could smell his own blood that dripped from his injuries and the taste of it on his lips. His blood had a sour taste and its smell was like molten metal, it was almost like he could feel the taste of iron between his lips by the air. His arms were aching by the chains that bound him. He wanted to scream in pain, but forced himself to remain silent would not give that pleasure to her captor.

Sweat dripped from his body by mixing with his blood, he forced himself to stand up even feeling his knees buckled, strength abandoning him. Suddenly he no longer had no more strength, the tired and battered body succumbed to his weight and he fell hard on his knee on the floor.

He could hear the laughter of his tormentor and it filled him with rage giving him strength to resist again. He wouldn't give up to Thanos could not. Even weak, tired, could not drop. Thanos wanted Asgard. He would not give him. He wouldn't show him how to get the kingdom. After all there was his home, despite his hatred still had a strange sense of loyalty to his brother. No, Thanos would not win.

Yes, he was furious. He could kill Odin with his bare hands if given the chance.

But Thor and his mother - even though he knew that Frigga was not really his mother, to Loki, the queen still deserved his respect, even if he was sure he would never assume that he considered her as his mother - didn't deserved to succumb to the cruel tyrant. Oh no, he was not a big fan of his "brother", he undoubtedly he wanted Thor suffered, but did not wish his death.

"You will have to give up any time," he heard Thanos said somewhere in the dark room, but he didn't bother to look for his voice or made any sign that he had not recognized his presence or heard his words. It was better to let him think that there wasn't heard.

"You will pay Thanos" He thought to himself of his eyes closed and a smile on her lips aside.

One floor. Two. Three. Doors opening and closing all the way. The chains dragged down the dark hall and the sound of them mingled with the cry of other prisoners. Ladder. Padlock. And, in the end, his cell.

Loki had already decorated by the sounds and the little light that your eyes could capture by selling the way to his cell. He was kept separate from the others, which caused him some pride in thinking that he was considered dangerous and too valuable to be with the other prisoners.

His body was pushed into the cell and within seconds he could feel the effect of it on his magic. It was at best ... Irritating. When he could regain full access to his magic he would destroy all very slowly.

Would it not let stone unturned when he had finished. Thanos and all others would be wiped from existence ... Or maybe he could keep the stupid ship intact and only destroy Thanos and his soldiers if the people agreed to accept him as king kneeling in his presence.

It was a thought almost ... Merciful, he thought to himself as he looked around his cell, this had only a desk and chair and a single bed was little ... Very little, but it was better than being with the other prisoners upstairs.

He heard the sound of footsteps and didn't turn to acknowledge them. Knew who it was. Always after their "conversations" was sent one healer to care for his injuries, but he was not a fool to think of it as a courtesy. If he was healed because he was necessary alive for plans that their leader had in mind, and nothing beyond.

The girl was beautiful until standards for chitauris probably other contrivance used, but he would subject himself to get carried away by their baser instincts and lie down with a woman that despicable kingdom. Not that he was oblivious to the feminine charms, but she liked to choose those that would share his bed, unlike his "brother" had always been more selective about his partners.

He let the servant take care of your injuries and dismissed her with a wave of your hands without worrying about any thanks for taking care of his wounds.

He observed the gauze wrapped about his cut and with a wave of his hands spell his clothes, one of the few spells whose barrier used in his cell not blocked. He was wearing a simpler version, but no less elegant than his clothes had been torn moments before. After all he was a prince and he would not subject himself to use rags, besides, knew how much this irritated Thanos and torment the leader of chitauris was kind of fun for the god of mischief.

He lay down on his bed and casting a small ball began flinging it into the air and then hold it again. It was tedious, but keeping busy kept him from going crazy inside that cell. The guards probably should have gone to the cafeteria at this time ... As always. A routine that the god had already decorated.

For the next few hours he would be alone with his thoughts.

Suddenly he felt something different. A weak energy that seemed to grow exponentially and he had the sensation of hearing a kind of singing ... feminine? Had he finally started to go crazy? He asked himself.

And then he felt a twinge in his stomach and then immediately another. The walls seemed to be moving like waves, the barrier trying to resist the spell without much success.

With a puff the magic finally crossed the magical barrier and half dazed Loki felt being pulled by it. Were just a few seconds and soon he was elsewhere.

"A spell of Oath" He thought to himself looking around trying to find that wizard or witch would have enough power to overcome that barrier and felt confused to see that it was a simple room with traces of decoration female ... In Midgard.

As a human, probably in his case, would have access to that magic size can even dribble the magical barrier that imprisoned him in his cell?

He noticed a human girl in the corner of the room, she seemed distracted enough not to notice him. He noticed her features and opened a malicious smile to notice that the girl was beautiful by human standards. When she bumped against his body can smell his skin, smelled faintly of freesia, despite that it looked weak mixed smell of the salty tears and blood.

Her skin looked very soft and had a light brown tone was very different from women of his kingdom and he could not help but feel attracted by exotic tone. He clasped his hands tightly against his body as he felt the desire to take his hand up to her shoulder and pet her.

He mentally berated himself by his thinking. And assuming a serious and pompous tone he addressed the girl.

"Who are you human? How did you summon me here?"

"Lo... Loki" The human girl stammered, scared.

"Not. I' am the bogeyman" the god replied ironically raising an eyebrow until suddenly the girl turned pale, before she fell Loki spread his arms and held her.

At this time browns found green eyes.

To be continued...

Author's Note: I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart to Cora Felix, whom helped me giving opinions in this chapter, thank you.

I will start the weeks of college's test so I don't know when I would be able to post again. I will do my best to come back as soon as possible.