Hey guys! I want to apologize for ow long it took me to write this next chapter and also for how rubbish it is in advance :P i hope you like it anyway! i own nothing :D
It was a Saturday when they came.
Thor was in the training room with Steve, Clint and Natasha, working on group fighting techniques. Tony, and Bruce were in the lab, Tony working on his suit and Bruce watching him work, simply content to be in intelligent company. Loki had been left to his own devices in the library, smiling wryly to himself at the imagination of some Midgardians, especially when it came to their mythology. He'd just been setting down another book on one of the vast number of shelves when the door opened, and he turned with a smile to face whichever Avenger had come to greet him.
It had taken them seconds to capture him, in his weakened state.
They had come, in black uniforms, with guns strapped to their chests, like a puddle of tar in his beautiful library. They had pulled him from his precious books as they bound and gagged him, thrusting his head into a black sack, kicking him to the ground for good measure. Loki bit his lip hard, trying not to let out a sob as he was dragged from the room, bound like cattle, with no-one to help him as silent tears dripped down his face in terror.
The alarm sounded, startling the avengers as they carried out their day to day activities. Surprisingly it was Thor who was the first to jump into action, correctly fearing for the safety of his younger sibling. He summoned Mjolnir from the floor of the training room, charging to the library, where he knew Loki had been spending his morning. As he ran, his team mates following swiftly, fear gripped his heart. He had only just gotten his brother back, and the idea of something having happened to him brought tears to his eyes. They neared the door just in time to see Tony and Bruce run in ahead of them, and Steve grit his teeth in anger at his stupidity. Loki was vulnerable and weak right now and they had left him alone, despite knowing there was always a possibility someone would find out about his presence at the tower and try to get to him.
When they all managed to squeeze through the door together, none of them willing to wait for the others to go first, they surveyed the damage, grimacing at what they found. It was clear the struggle that had gone on, and the damage that had probably been done to their resident Trickster God. The table and chair in which Loki usually sat were overturned and broken, the books were scattered, a few drops of deep, glistening blood lay on the covers. Thor let out a ferocious growl, launching himself through the window, flying out across the city with his hammer, searching for the captors of his beloved brother. The others were each caught in their own minds. Bruce, started to pick up the tomes left behind, thinking only how Loki would be outraged if they left books on the floor. Tony and Steve were already strategically going through where in the City they would search, and who would've taken the God. Clint and Natasha were just confused.
"If you're confused about what happened here today, gentlemen, then let me clear it up for you. You cannot keep secrets from us. We know when you sneeze, when you wipe your nose, and where you buy the tissues to wipe your nose with. And if you think you can keep a motherfucking super villain hiding out in your tower without us knowing, think again." Fury stepped out from the shadows of the bookshelves, his face living up to the name. Tony paled a little, imagining what Fury and SHIELD probably had in store for Loki. He stepped forward, but Bruce spoke up before he could, the doctor looking a little green in the eyes, which made Fury step back.
"What are you doing to him?" He growled out, his shirt beginning to tear as his body bulged. The Hulk in him really wanted to tear Fury apart for messing with their Loki, who, even though he had been a super villain, they now thought of as the one they needed to protect, who was so afraid of everything right now, who made Thor so happy to be around.
"Whatever we are doing to him, you can rest assured it is nothing less than he deserves. Loki is a war criminal, gentlemen, and he will be treated as such. Good day." The SHIELD director beat a hasty retreat as Bruce seethed, barely refraining for tearing up the tower. Tony wasn't faring much better, picking up pieces of the broken table and chair to throw around the room, venting his frustrations. Steve could catch the words "sneaky bastard" and "upgrade security" being repeated in his tirade. Meanwhile, Clint and Natasha were talking in hushed tones, but the low murmur he could hear suggested they were just as troubled as any of them. The pair had been slowly warming to the newest Norse God resident of the tower, and Steve could tell his kidnap hit them hard.
Personally, he thought it was about time they took some action.
After everyone calmed down a little, as much as was reasonable at the time, they all suited up, and with the return of Thor, soaking from the rain he had generated and seething with anger, they took the Quinjet- which since the Manhattan incident, Tony had taken over as his own and revamped completely- and flew to SHIELD headquarters.
As they touched down outside the dark complex, the Avengers disembarked with clenched jaws and apathy in their eyes.
if SHIELD had hurt Loki already...
Steve predicted that even he wouldn't feel much mercy towards SHIELD agents then.
Loki shook as he was thrown to the floor, the bag wrenched from his head, the rough hand pulling some of his hair out in the process. He bit down a whimper as the men surrounded him, each with their own evil smirk fixed on their face, a few of them going so far as to crack their knuckles in preparation. Loki felt inside himself for his magic, but knew it would do him no good here. He had such little control left over it right now, he would end up burning them all, himself included, should he try anything at this moment. He sighed slightly, resigning himself to showing as little distress as he could, for he would not give SHIELD the satisfaction. They had a right to be angry, he could admit that, after he had destroyed their precious city, but they knew nothing of what he had already been through, the torments he had faced. He felt he was about to be punished for his crimes all over again, and it riled him.
He looked to the clear leader of the group, staring down upon him menacingly, and rolled his eyes in a very clear gesture of impatience. The conveyed message was obvious. Oh do get on with it, pathetic mortals. I have better things to do than wait for you to garner the courage to kill me.
And then they started.
Fists fell on him, and legs lashed out to kick him in the stomach, the face, the back, all over his fragile body. He bit his lip when one foot caught him right in the centre of his injured shoulder, and again when a different foot hit the same spot. Then came the burns. The men left the room and bought back with them burning rods of iron, pressing them into his flesh and cackling as they watched him writhe with each application. That phase didn't last long, but it felt like a millennia to Loki. The next part was the worst, as they stripped him of his clothes, right down to his bare flesh, and each man did something different. Some wanted to carve out messages in his ivory skin with the blades of their knives. That, he could withstand with ease. Pathetic mortals. Others gave him the water treatment, slightly less bearable. Loki gasped for breath as his head and entire body was shoved repeatedly into a giant bath of ice water. Shivers racked his frame as he lay naked on the floor, once the captors had had their fill.
The leader took it too far.
Loki froze in fear, his breath catching in sobs as he felt the large man pressing against him, heard the zipper on his trousers being pulled down. He struggled, lashing out, kicking and punching, tiny whimpers escaping him. He was stopped by the mans calloused hand on his throat, squeezing tightly until spots burst in his vision, the pain unbearable and the oxygen deprivation already bought on by the water treatment catching up to him.
"Please..Please don't."
Loki's eyes were wide with fear, his breath coming in rapid gasps. This was how far he had fallen, to beg his tormentors to leave him be, he had had enough, he couldn't stop them by himself without worse consequences, and no-one was there to rescue him. He was all alone.
"How many people begged to be saved when you fucked up Manhattan?" The man sneered, pushing Loki's head into the ground with a sickening crack that echoed through the silver room. "How many people do you think died begging for your mer-"
The mans words were cut off by the sounds of fighting behind the door. He stepped off of the Trickster God, brushing his hands on his shirt, and gestured the other men to follow him. Loki pushed himself up slowly from his position on the floor, wary of his broken bones and the nauseating spinning of his vision. He listened carefully though, to compensate for his lack in sight. The captors had opened the coded door, and found the fighting outside. Loki's eyes filled with tears as he heard the battle cry of his brother and the growling of the Hulk. They had come for him. They had come to save him. He lifted his head sluggishly as footsteps approached him. Through his haze he saw the red, white and blue suit of the good Captain, and he smiled lopsidedly.
Steve knelt down in front of the shaking God, taking in his tremor, the blood running down his face, how he held himself so delicately. He grimaced at the complexion that was paler than usual, the fine sheen of sweat on the Gods face, and the burn marks that littered him. The thing that concerned him most was the way Loki folded in on himself, the way he flinched away from Steve's touch again, and the way he smiled, but there was pain and fear deep in his eyes. Leaning down, Steve pulled Loki into his embrace, rubbing his back soothingly, tears building in his own eyes. They'd gotten so far with Loki already, he thought, but now he was more damaged than ever. His voice broke as he whispered gentle reassurances to the shaking God.
"It's okay, we're here. We're here, you're safe, we're gonna take you home now, okay? Me, Thor, Tony and Bruce. We're going to take you home. They won't touch you again."
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