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It was hours before the cell door opened for a third time. Fury walked in slowly, looking around. Loki and Thor sat closely next to eachother, their food bowls at their sides. The three other boys sat along one wall and the girl on the third. Everyone's food bowls were empty.

"I see you enjoyed breakfast." Fury said nonchalantly, "If you'll stand up please?" No one moved, but after a minute Thor leaned forward.

"And what do you plan to take from us this time?" He asked warily.

"Nothing. But to understand your phsiology, we need to run some tests."

"You didn't learn enough when your people hacked up my brother?" Thor snarled. Loki shifted uncomfortably behind him.

Fury was silent, thinking of what to say next.

Instead he was shoved out of the way by Jacobs who simply walked into the cell, "Up. Now." No one moved and he nodded at the guards behind him who rushed in and grabbed Loki, dragging him out despite his shrieking protests. The others jumped up, Thor and Sif actually running at Jacobs while Fandrall tried to slip past the door. Upon reaching his goal, he was grabbed by another guard and handcuffs were snapped on. When he turned he saw the rest of his friends led out of the cell, their hands restrained behind their back as well. Loki was being strapped to the wheelchair, velcro straps incredibly tight on his wrists and around his chest.

"Just in case you get any ideas." Jacons said, ruffling Loki's hair.

"Don't touch me." Loki sneered. Jacobs' patronizing smile soured into an annoyed sneer and he withdrew his hand as one might from a disgusting and possibly slime covered object.

"In any case," Jacobs said, walking to the head of the small group, "You are to come with me where we will run you through a series of tests until I feel like stopping for the day, or the braniacs in the lab can't go on without charting and recording their information where you will be brought back here to your humble abode." And with that Jacobs began walking down the hall, leaving Fury to grasp Loki's chair and bid the others to follow.


The city nearby had been nearly overrun with S.H.E.I.L.D. agents, they occupied alot of the buildings on the outside of the city, their cars patrolled some of the larger, usually more populated streets, and agents lined the streets outside occupied buildings and on street corners. Thor looked out the door of the large black van he rode in, marveling at the security he was under. He looked over at Loki next to him who was just as surprised.

"Do they intend to make weapons out of us?" Loki asked as quietly as he could, not wanting to attain the attention of their friends in the car seats ahead of them.

"Then they will be building a destructive weapon out of us. I refuse to do a thing for them." Thor whispered angrily. Loki nodded in stony agreement, he to refused to help these monsters in any way.

The car ride continued until they mdae a left down another agent infested road and the car parked in an alleyway. Two agents approached the doors from either side and pulled the passenger doors open quickly. They began to pull the Asgardians out, Thor swatting their hadns away and exiting the vehicle of his own accord. Loki wished he could do the same but he had to be helped out. A wheelchair was awaiting him when the Agent finally managed to pull him from the vehicle.

No one noticed Loki and the guard peel from the group and walk down the road.


Inside was a gym, but with moniters labeled with the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia's surrounding different workout machines. When the Asgardian's entered they were lined up next to a treadmill and heart and respiration moniters were hooked up to them with wires with suction cups. Then the warriors climbed onto the treadmills were they stood there, looking confused.

"What is the purpose of this platform?" Fandrall asked.

"You, uhh, run on the moving belt under your feet until we press the stop button." A scientist near him answered. Fandrall nodded slowly, it was clear he was still confused. Hogun smiled, hoping Fandrall didn't hurt himself when they hit the start button.

Thor looked around and realized Loki was not with them.

"Where is my brother?" He asked cooly. Jacobs smiled and Thor was suddenelly afraid.

"Well, since we can't put him on a treadmill or do anything that'll require hadns and feet, and probably a head, we're moving him to another test."

"A test of what?" Thor cried.

"Endurance." And before could say any more Jacobs leaned over and hit the start button. Thor, unaware of what was to happen, fell flat on his face and was carried to the floor by the treadmill's belt. He lay stunned for a moment before jumping up and ripping the sensors off his body. He fought past the scientists and guards who ran to stop him, making his way towards Jacobs who backed up slowly.

Thor reached out and grabbed him by the throat. The others moved to help him when suddenelly the other agents, who weren't to keen on dealing with Jacobs, chose instead to aim their weapons at the other Asgardians, who did not move to stop Thor nor help him. They were sure they would get in the way.

"Where is he you foul cretin." He whispered slowly. He squeezed slightly, putting slight pressure on his windpipe.

Fury walked in from the front door, he'd been talking with one of the other agents when he heard the commotion inside and Fury realized his mistake in leaving Jacobs alone with the Asgardians. He walked in slowly, taking in the scene of four Asgardian's running on treadmills, a dozen or so guards and scientists picking themselves off the floor, and a very still Jacobs in the grips of a very testy Thor.

"I will ask again demon, where is Loki?" Jacobs motioned to Fury, pointing at Thor's neck. Thor increased the pressure on Jacobs neck, choking him. Fury moved slowly, considering options.

"Thor," he said authoritatively, "Let Jacobs go, and I will take you to your brother." Thor didn't move, unsure of what to do.

"Thor!" Siff called from her position, ignoring the guard who moved closer to her with every word, "Do it!"

Thor, always hating being told what to do, lifted Jacobs a few inches off the ground and dropped him. Jacobs took long, deep gasps of air and Thor was immeadiatly restrained. Fury walked to the middle of the crowd of guards surrounding Thor and grabbed his arm.

"Let's go."


Loki had been wheeled straight to a tall, dark building a few buildings from the gym. It was painted white, but the gloom seemed to paint the whole scene a different color to Loki, who gulped involuntarily as he was wheeled inside.

He was pushed through a medical clinic waiting room, down a tiled hall towards the back of the building. As they walked it seemed to be getting darker and darker gloom wise. Finally, he was pushed into a pitch black room, and even when the lights were snapped on it wasn't much better. In the middle of the room was a metal chair with restraints on the back, the arms, the legs, and even a head restraint. Loki began breathing very fast as a technician followed in past the guard and began snapping on the machines. Loki began looking around for a weapon of some kind but couldn't find one.

When the guard stopped the wheelchair infront of the metal chair Loki leaped forward, landing on his knees and, more painfully, on his hands. He fought through the pain, forcing himself to start crawling forward. The guard called out and chased after him but Loki looked back and began kicking him, landing a lucky shot below the belt and the guard crumbled. Loki thought he was about to pass out, but he kept moving. When the tech had finished booting up the machines he ran after Loki, who had made it almost out the door.

Loki began shrieking when the man managed to grab him at the middle and lifted him up effortlessly. Loki threw his arms back, trying to grab at something or make contact to hit something, but the tech dodged his hands, only getting hit in the eye once.

"I need a little help." The tech called when they heard movement and a few doctors rushed in, holding Loki's arms and legs so that the tech could strap him in. Loki still fought wildly and the tech was afraid he'd hurt himself. A doctor delivered the solution by sticking a needle in Loki's arm and injecting a sedative. Loki's thrashing quickly slowed and then stopped alltogether. All he could do was breathe heavily as his vision blurred slightly.

"No," he moaned tearfully, "No, it's not fair! It's not fair!"

The tech stood by the switch with one of the doctors. The other doctor finshed checking Loki's vitals and gave a thumbs up as she hurried over to them. The tech looked slightly pale.

"No one said it'd be a kid man." He whispered to the other doctor who gave him a sideways glance before replying.

"Objectifty and do your job. Only way to get through it." he said before leaving the room. The tech nodded, preparing himself to flip the large switch in his hand. A few more deep breaths and then he wrapped his hand firmly on the switch.

Loki took a staggering breath as a fresh wave of sorrow welled up inside him.

"NO!" He screamed as the tech flipped the switch.

Instantly his body was rocked with pain, his body alive with tons of volts of electricity. The second doctor tapped the pale tech on the arm and he flipped the switch again, cutting off the flow of electricity.

Loki saw black, then he saw stars, and then he began to tremble as tears filled his eyes. He'd never been more scared then when he was being electrocuted and the moment it stopped there was nothing left to do but cry as he tried to convince himself it was over.

Which it wasn't. Once the doctor finished taking down some notes she called for the tech to continue and Loki's body was alive with pain once again for a few minutes before the doctor stopped to take a few more notes.

On and on this went, testing how long Loki could last with wave after wave of electrocution.

"Thor!" Loki called after one electrocution, and then he was zapped again.

"S-somebody! Help me!" Loki sobbed after ten more minutes, "Please." He sobbed even harder as he spied the tech's hand close firmly over the switch handle. He shrieked loudly as the tech pulled it.


Fury read off the orders he'd recieved one more time.

"Very well Thor," Fury said as they exited the building, "Your brother is supposed to be in the building over here." Soundlessly Thor followed Fury who still had him by the arm. Two more guards followed a ways behind them, for Fury's protection. Thor was fuming, why would he attack the man who offered to help him. Unless he double crossed him that is. Then guards might be necassary.

"I admire the level of protection you feel for your brother." Fury said after a few steps. Thor took one look at the man and saw he was sincere.

"You have seen him," Thor said after a moments consideration, "He is small and weak. People find him easy to pick on and it doesn't help that he acts tougher than he is."

"Well he must hold alot of respect for you." Fury said. Thor laughed.

"More like the idea that he can expect a sheild from me no matter what comes falling from his big mouth." Fury smiled.

"Well atleast he knows he's safe with you around." Thor's expression suddenelly grew dark.

"Look at him, he can barely walk and it hurts him to move or be touched. He is not safe, none of us are. Not since we came here." Fury didn't know how to respond and was glad they could enter the building right then. The medical clinic's waiting room was silent so they walked through the door and suddenelly Thor heard a shriek as a buzz of electricity from some where lit up the air.

"Someb-body!" A faint cry issued from somewhere, and Thor couldn't hear much more because he tore himself from Fury's grip and ran towards the whimpering cry's. As they got louder Thor saw more and more red. Finally, when he was near the back of the clinic he threw himself against the door where the crys were loudest. The only thing it did was dent the door seriously. Thor issued a great cry and threw himself against the door again. A wrenching tearing sound like twisting metal and the door gave way, Thor landing painfully on the dented door into the dark room.

What he saw sent bile up his throat. Loki screamed painfully until the tech flipped the switch again. Loki didn't bother saying anything again, just cried and sobbed, his face wet with hundreds of tears.

"Loki!" Thor cried. He pulled himself up and ran to his brother, throwing himself into the electric chair and surprisingly he managed to dent one arm of the chair.

"Woah man!" Fury cried. He ran over to the tech and grabbed his arm.

"He's fourteen years old man! What the hell are you thinking?" The tech shuddered and refused to meet Fury's eyes.

"I was just following orders." He mumbled, "I didn't wanna do it." The doctor standing behind him tried to look small and when Fury shifted his glare to her she squeaked and ran out of the room.

"Keys." Fury stated, "Now." The tech fumbled and trembled with the keys as he threw them into Fury's hands and ran out of the room when he was released.

Thor stood kneeling infront of his brother, his elbow bleeding heavily from the metal.

"It's okay." Thor said as Loki sat there sobbing.

"It hurt so much." Loki rasped, "So, so much."

"It's okay, it's okay." Fury leaned down and unlocked the restraints on Loki. The moment they were off Loki wrapped his hands around his brother, sobbing noisily into his shoulder. Fury stood patiently over them, letting Loki get the worst of it out.

"I wanna go home." Loki whimpered into Thor's shoulder.


Sif and the Warriors Three were lead out of the gym, hands back in handcuffs. Volstagg looked to be in the most pain, his legs still stiff after the workout. They all stopped on the curb as they watched Thor and Loki walk down the street with the Agent named Fury.

"Hey," Volstagg grinned, "Loki's walking." And indeed he was, but he looked to still be relying heavily on Thor for support. However, he was still putting one foot in front of the other as they walked slowly to the car.

Sif stood staring, a frown creasing her brow.

"Why is he crying so hard?" She whispered, noticing Loki's red face and trembling frame.

Jacobs emerged then from the building, still rubbing his neck where it had turned red and coughing slightly.

"Agent Fury!" He called, "Where do you think your going?" When Fury didn't answer Jacobs ran after him.

"Agent Fury!"

"I am returning these two to their cell." Fury said angrily, "I believe they've been tested enough for today."

"I see," Jacobs said, "But that's not how it works. You, Fury, are second in command. I am actually in command. Now take-"

"Sir if you tell me to take them back I will file an injunction against you and I'll probably call the local police who I am sure are so sick of you they'll gladly take you in for a night in a cell."

"Are you disobeying a direct order?" Jacobs hissed.

"Yes sir. This is unconstitutional and inhumane."

"They aren't human!"

"And neither are you!" Fury snapped, opening a car door and helping Loki inside. Loki looked at Jacobs in fear the whole time. Thor merely glared, daring Jacobs to do something as he climbed into the car after Loki."

"Sir, I will take them back to their cell and personally write the report of what happened here today. I'm willing to leave all of this out of it."

"So that I'll let you stay on this project?" Jacobs snarled. Fury nodded once. Jacobs was silent. Keeping Fury here might help him get these aliens to do what he wanted. Fury was building a repore with them. And that was good.

However Fury was getting insubordinate. He was begining to question orders. Jacobs didn't like that.

And on a more personal note, they had won today. The blonde one had choked him, and the dark haired one had gotten out of his endurance test. Not to mention Jacobs looked like a complete idiot infront of his men. No one wanted that when they were in charge.

Jacobs decided to keep Fury, so as to control these aliens. But on a very short leash. Maybe not even a leash. Just a collar, with a very firm grip on it. And after this project... oh Jacobs couldn't wait.

"Fine." He said stonily, and he walked away.

Fury sighed in relief and got in the car, feeling a very cold sensation go up and down his spine. He would later realize that sensation as fear. And it never quite left him.


Odin looked around Alfheim one more time before calling out "HEIMDALL!" and he and his men were sucked up into the Bifrost. Odin stumbled upon landing, weary and weak with exhaustion and grief.

"You look old my king." Heimdall said in his booming voice.

"You would be too if your sons were lost to you." Odin said a little more coldly then he meant.

"Sire, before you go," Heimdall said and Odin stopped were he stood. His men filed out of the Bifrost around him and they were left alone.

"Did you see something?" Odin asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"I'm not sure. I've seen many disturbances over all the nine realms. On Alfheim before you left I was certain I saw something and so I said nothing, but on both Midgard and on Muspelheim I saw for just a moment glimpses of what I was sure was your sons. But, now that I've had time to contemplate, I'm not sure."

"Tell me anyway." Odin said and for a moment he thought he saw relief in Heimdall's golden eyes.

"On Muspelheim, I saw the demons surrounding something that was screaming 'Father! Father!' and then when the demons parted, there was nothing, only for it to happen again some miles off aways. And again a little later. And on Midgard, I saw flashes of lightning and I heard a boy screaming. But then I heard nothing more only for it to happen a few times again a few seconds later."

Odin was silent. Were his sons being tortured? Both sounded horrible and Odin wanted to head back out immeadiatly, the only thing stopping him being that he stumbled every few steps. He found it painful to stand there, much less to walk.

"Very well, I know where to head tommorow morning. Heimdall,"

"Yes sire?"

"Thank you."