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Chapter VI

I was awoken by what sounded like a stampede of Bilgesnipe. Oh, wait, this is worse. It was the unstoppable racket of the inhabitants of Stark Tower: The Avengers. Earth's mightiest heroes? Earth's loudest fools, for sure. Heroes no, a group of miscreants with powers they shouldn't have and don't deserve, yes. Oh but the pathetic mortals of Midgard still them hails as heroes. Stupid. They seemed to be the only light in their otherwise desolate and monotonous routine. If they were the light, I would hate to see the dark. I opened my grudging eyes, to find Zara standing in front of my cell. It could not be eleven o'clock again could it?

"Loki," she said softly.

It was the first time she said my name like that. Most times it was a yell of hatred. It sent a tingle down my spine.

"Loki," she said again, still as sweetly as before.

I must be dreaming or dying I thought. Bruce was sitting in the chair, he turned to look at me. Zara walked over to the control pad. She placed her hand on it, it scanned her eyes and then she had to type in a code. Talk about over protective. She walked into my cell – I'm obviously dreaming – she looked at me, right at me.

"Loki, come with us," she said.

Us, she must mean Bruce. She grabbed my hands. I say grab, more like telekinetically moves them towards her. She put handcuffs around my hands and a muzzle around my mouth. This time a metal one, not her scarf. She prodded me slightly, egging me on to walk forwards. For a second I refuse but then Bruce stood up, taking his glasses of. I gulped slightly, still remembering my last encounter with the beast. I walked out of the room with my cell was in, guided me Bruce and Zara I ended up in what seemed like an infirmary. Zara pushed me onto the medical bed, her touch making my cold skin warm. I was glad I was the only one who could hear my heart beating out of my chest. She murmured something to Bruce and leaves shortly after.


(Zara's POV)

I walked out of the hospital and sit in the waiting area next to Clint. He smiles slightly, I try and return it but my mind was else were.

"Is it the…" he said.

I interrupted "Yes it is."

He didn't even need to finish his sentence. I knew what he was gonna say. He meant to ask if I was still worried about a bigger threat than Loki. Of course I was! Bigger threat than Loki! I didn't sleep, I sat up all night, thinking of every possible scenario, and most ending with the oncoming Armageddon. It was slightly funny, every possible reason for the world ending and this wasn't one of them. Not the ice caps melting, global warming or deforestation or anything like that not even the zombie apocalypse. Just more evil than evil itself, it's cool. Chill people.

If I could change my fate, my destiny, I would really love to do that right now. I walked back into the infirmary, I leaned on the wall casually. Loki was standing while Natasha was scanning him. Trying to find evidence of the tracker inside him. It made an ear piercing screech. I guess that means she found something. She left the room promptly afterwards. I sat in the wooden chair. The cool metal legs touching my own. Loki sat on the bed still in his handcuffs and muzzle. He looked down at the floor. He made no eye contact with me. Maybe he was just as scared as me.


(Loki's POV)

I knew I was in a whole heap of trouble when the redhead was scanning me. Scanning me whole body, front and back. When she scanned my stomach it made that assaulting noise. She found what she was looking for, whatever it was. I sat on the bed, waiting for whatever was happening next. In burst more people I despise the Captain, the Man of Iron, Barton and the beast. The captain undid my hand cuffs and muzzle before pushing me down on the bed. He strapped me into the bed, I struggled against his power, I kicked him in the face, and he punched mine, shortly after, strapping my legs down as well. Zara stood in the corner, she gazed in my direction, but never met my eye line. The other men held me down, even though the captain had secured me. The blonde haired super solider walked towards me, I noticed under his eye there was a lump forming, ha. My face stung slightly, for an oaf, he punches hard.

He pulled my leather and green armour off, leaving me only in my undershirt. Wake up! This is a nightmare! Please let this be a nightmare. I screamed, pulling my arms out of the straps and blasting him back. I possess that still super solider. He slammed against the wall, making a huge thud. The other men tried to contain me, but I just blasted them as well. Bruce ran from the room, clearly not wanting to hurt his friends. Zara looked up, her eyes disappointed. As if she expected better. Better? Ha, I am the god of lies, girl, I do not play nice. I tried to get up to run, but she walked forward, pushing me down with her telekinesis. The strongest I had ever encountered. In was almost like have Mjölnir upon your chest, an unbeatable force, not to be overpowered. I found the strength to push up, she pushed me back. Harder, more power. Her face changed, to a harder, stiffer face. She was clearly using a lot of effort. I began pushing her backwards. Her eyes seemed to cry out to me. Begging for mercy. I could hear her thoughts cry. I can't hold it. I can't hold it. I can't stop him.

"Please, Loki, please. Stop, please. If you push back, if you repel my power. It will be flung back at me. I'm using too much strength. It will kill me. Please, please," she begged.

A tear fell from her eye. I could feel her desire to live. Her fear of death. She put her whole life in my hands. I held everything she had. I could ask her to beg, grovel. Kneel before me. I could own her. I didn't want that though. I moved slowly back down to the bed. Settling down, allowing her to relax. She let go of me, another tear fell from her eye. She smiled weakly. Steve stood up, ready to eliminate me, Zara pushed him back. Barton strapped me back into the bed. He punched me in the face, I just laughed. He sat in the wooden chair.

"Take your shirt off," Zara said.

I grinned. I could see the solider tensing, his figure more rigid as was his stance.

"Oh, why?" I purred flirtatiously.

I swore I heard the captain hiss.

"Eww, no. You need an operation," she said.

"What?" I asked, my voice seemed wobbly as I spoke.

She sat down beside me on the bed.

"Loki, you need an operation, because… Because there is a tracker in you. With a… a kill switch," she stuttered, she gulped slightly.

"Kill switch," I repeated breathlessly.

A kill switch? I knew Odin hated me but him wanting to kill me, not even honourably.

"If, if the kill switch goes off, how long will I live?" I asked.

Zara looked like she was going to cry. I don't know why she cared so much.

"You'll die. Die horribly and painfully. A long death. It, it kills you inside then out. It blackens your heart and stops it beating. Your brain is numbed and you are unable to move. If you cry tears, these tears will be blood. I'm so sorry Loki," she took my hand.

"But I deserve to die," I said.

"No, not like that. No one should die like that," she said.

"If I have this, if you take it out of me, what happens?" I ask.

"If it goes right, you'll be fine. If not…" she stopped.

I looked at her, she was so kind. For some reason she seemed to care about everyone and everything. I was surprised the world hadn't corrupted her yet. It corrupted all the good in me a long time ago.

"If it goes wrong. You'll die. It's entwined into your veins," as she explained what this tracker was like she entwined her fingers into mine to represent what she meant.

The captain hated me, he clearly was in love with her. But she was holding my hand, not his.

"So either way I die," I say bluntly.

I'd rather not lie to myself. If I were to die, I would not fabricate a lie to hide what is upon me. I was always going to die, this time I couldn't escape. I highly doubted these mortals could save me. Bruce walked back into the room. Zara stood up.

"This isn't gonna be easy," Bruce mumbled.

He injected some strange serum into my arm. It seemed to numb all feeling in myself. It made me very drowsy. I couldn't sleep though, I stayed awake. Bruce cut through my green undershirt. He began to cut through my skin. I whimpered slightly.

"He can feel it Bruce!" Zara cried.

"Didn't you give the General anaesthetic?" she asked.

"I did but I didn't knock him out," Bruce said.

Clearly it didn't work. I wondered if this meant I would feel everything. Bruce quickly found he was looking for. He tried pulling it. I screamed. He was pulling on my insides.

"Stop!" Zara begged.

Bruce picked up some surgical scissors. I closed my eyes, I no longer wished to see what he was doing. I knew I would feel everything though. He began plucking at something. Contain the screams. Don't show weakness, be brave. Stay strong. Bruce began cutting through my veins. I screamed, it was a pain I never knew for some time. I yelled. Strong arms held me down, I let the tears trickle from my eyes. I felt everything in my body being set alight. It felt as if something was crawling through me.

"Bruce!" Zara screamed.

"Bruce what did you do?" the man of iron yelled.

"You set off the kill switch!" he yelled.

All of a sudden I was gasping for air. My lungs seemed to collapse in on me. I could breath.

"Somebody get him some oxygen!" Zara shrieked.

A plastic mask was attached to my mouth. There was a flood of oxygen into my lungs. A literal breath of fresh air. I exhaled deeply. The darkness seemed to crawl through me. It stung like no other pain I'd ever known. Worse than the pain then what Thanos and his minions put me through. I tried to scream but a gust of oxygen filled my lungs, disabling my cry. I wanted to die. Let me die, let me die. Please let me die.

"Let me die," I rasped.

"Please," I begged.

End my pain, let me die. Let me die. Tears stained my face, I cried and cried. Somebody took my hand. It was a soft touch.

"Loki, Loki it's me Zara. I'm here. We're all here. You understand. We're not letting you go. We'll save you. I'm here," she whispered tenderly.

She began caressing my hair. "Its fine, its fine" she told me.

I wanted to believe her sweet words. I could all I could believe was my agony, my torture. Bruce was pulling on something. I gave in, I was to die. I closed my eyes. She kissed the top of my head. The last thing I heard was Zara. I was glad I was to die, with her holding my hand. Even if she never knew of my real feelings. At least I could die happy. I was a burden, I deserved to die.

"Please Loki, stay with us. Stay awake."

Then the darkness drowned me, submerged into death.