IM ON A ROLL AGAIN-

warning for a very dark beginning and sad things :(

Thanos had suddenly summoned Loki one night. He was un-prepared, which was weird. Loki knew the pattern of 'uniting' with the mad titan now. So this was quite unsettling… but he always remembered to be silent and docile. So when they dragged him to Thanos's corridors, he simply breathed.

Thanos was sitting quietly by the fire with other chitauri. Loki recognized one of them from the other night…. But the others were choked with horrible looking collars and bagged heads. The god tilted his head as the door closed. Whatever this was, he was trapped now. "ah…?"

Thanos smirked and handed Loki a large machete.

"Kill them."

Loki jerked his head up, not understanding the new task he had to preform... Thanos had taught him so much. So many vile tricks and acts to please the warrior and warriors (who he deemed worthy to lay with his pet once in awhile).

But now this sharp object was in his hands, and his master was speaking in such babyish tongue.

Thanos pushed him closer to the men who jerked back.

"It's not that complicated, Asgardian." He placed the knife in Loki's hand the right way and held the gods arm up. "The throats. Where the neck is. See?"

Thanos was making Loki do his dirty work now.

"You had murdered on earth. What is the problem now?" He teased.

Loki held the giant knife with uncertainty. Thanos suddenly grabbed and pushed Loki away, "I will demonstrate then."

Gushing blood and a morbid cry to the ground was all he really remembered from the example.

Thanos laughed. And the next thing Loki knew was that the mad man was behind him, helping Loki bash the poor men's heads in with the large knife. Loki felt some splatter on his face—he screamed and tried to push against the force that was leading his massacar, only to be hit to the ground once done.

Loki had cried more then ever and screamed into the floor when Thanos proceeded to rape him that night. Blood still on his face and drying up despite his tear and snot stained face.

Loki awoke with a cry and forced hands. Guards. Guards had come to bring him out of bed. He protested with fickle movements but only was forced to be chained suddenly. He cried out for mother, screamed for Bruce, and even whimpered for Natasha. But none showed up. He was carried down a hallway and memories for flirting with his head. He began to sob- feeling like he was being taken to Thanos again. That monster—that blood… the pain that came after- the warmth that entered him always before the titan got up—

"Unhand him!" The voice of the female warrior echoed through the halls. "Unhand him at once! By order of me and the former queen!"

"Come brother! Sif does not bite. Why will you not spar with her?" Thor said teasingly, "Your magic will easily over power her. What have you fear? Hm?"

The young timid Loki shook his head. "That's not it Thor. You know what it is."

"It is because you crave her supple touch?"

Loki shot a mad glare at him, "No! You—I do not like her." He defended himself with uncertainty.

"Then what is it? The girl accepts the challenge with ease. Why can't you?"

Loki bit his lip and was trying to focus on his new book that father had given him. Trying to ignore Thor. Trying to ignore the confusing feelings in his gut.

"Thor please go. Tell her I will not fight a girl."

"With such a statement you know she'll charge you instead."

Loki nodded at the words and pretended not to hear them. Thor sat stubbornly beside. "Brother… please? It will be fun. You never spar with us anymore. Or even train for that matter."

"I do not like you and your friends games."

"They are your friends too."

Loki scoffed inside his 's friends were Thor's friends. They were loud and snarky and stubborn like his brother. He was forced with them one time and it never stopped after that. The only one he really enjoyed seeing was Fandral… he was nice. He could have a conversation without barbaric notions and jokes. …. He was very nice.

Loki bit his lip and looked to Thor.

"Have you re-considered?"

"No."

"Please brother!"

"Yes! Join us!" Fandrals voice appeard suddenly behind his big brother along with Hogun. Loki instantly looked up, his ears turning red. "Sif will enjoy fighting with the best wizard in Asgard." A joyful laugh and smirk came from the two. Thor loudly agreed.

Loki knew what would happen as he entered the small training shed. Sif would beat him. A mere girl would beat him and Thor would hold in a laugh- Fandral would turn around and try to hide one too… Hogun would look away and Volstagg would just enjoy. Sif would snicker.

He stood ready, repeating an already attack spell as he circled the girl. Maybe he would just show off his magic abilities. Maybe he'd put up a good show. Maybe sif would suddenly get sick and call off the fight—He really didn't want to be embarrassed infront of these people… he wanted to be quiet and content with his books.

But the fight had already started.

And it ended like he predicted.

His face was in the dirty dust and his hands ground into the grass, pinned down by Sif as she cackled and bragged on how Loki was the real girl.

He looked to his brother as he helped him up. Thor was laughing loudly and already teasing Loki, then congradulating Sif. He looked to Hogun and Volstagg who snickered and already made jokes. Then to Fandral—and something in his heart sank. His cheeks turned red and he felt sick…

He ran as fast as he could out of the scene. Tears running down his cheeks.

Loki was running just like that memory. Fast and furious with sorrow. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he turned halls like a wild dog. His chest and weak body struggling not to fall.

Looking behind him as he heard the female warriors voice- he bumped right into someone. Bigger yet softer than he. He fell back and was dizzy instantly, noises above him small and crinkly sounding.

"B-Brother!?"

Loki instantly began to cry at the loudness above him, shaking his head no. No. No more pain- please! Please… he was so lost… so lost. So scared- STOP BEING LOUD- please! Please!

"pl- nngh.. pl…" He licked his lips and wrenched his eyes shut as Thor picked him up to sit straight, Loki continued to shake his head.

"Brother- Brother what happened?" Thor was at a struggle for words. But before he could ask more Loki's face was buried deep into his armor.

Thor was running after his fragile younger, screaming his name. "Brother!? Brother wait! Your too fast! Hey!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE." He found a volume of voice he never knew he had, "GO AWAY." He rubbed his eyes as his legs finally gave. He stopped, crying like an infant. He couldn't stop—

"Brother…!" Thor came behind him, "Brother- it was just a silly fight. It is alright.. we were just teasing-"

"You knew it would happen!"

"wha-"

"YOU KNEW. You know I'm weak at athletic events! You knew that! Sif had beat me at races and tug ropes before- you knew she'd beat me. You were just bored and so you turned to me. KNOWING I couldn't say no! You knew!"

"Brother that's a lie-"

"I AM THE CHILD OF LIES AND MISCHEIF. YOU'RE LYING." He turned and screamed at his brother, pushing him to the ground. "GO AWAY."

And he continued running.

Thor was clinging tight to Loki as Sif came trotting down the hall. He was so shocked. His brother was clinging to him like he was mom, so young minded and frightened. His brother was here but… he wasn't. This was the body of his brother- but not his… soul? Thor made a muffled grunt as Sif nudged him to attention.

"Thor…"

"Loki.. he is… here."

"Yes I know."

Thor looked down to his cowering brother. "He is here…"

"Thor… let me take him. You need to be with your mother during this time-"

"We." Thor corrected her with a determined voice. "We…" He looked down to his broken brother, "We need to be with mother right now."

Loki looked up to have his slick black hair brushed out of his face by strong, sun kissed hands. Thor helped the trickster up with one arm, the other bracing himself against the wall. His mind still working to realize the whole situation.

"Thor. Are you sure? You- Your father-"

"Would want his two sons with him at his burial."

The Kingdom was very quiet that evening. The Avengers said they could not attend the Allfathers funeral, but they mourned in their own rooms on their own time. Thinking of their friend Thor and hoping he'd be okay.

Weren't gods supposed to be immortal?