Title: Loki's Truth

Summary: And now that Marvel has official released the article saying Loki was being mind controlled while trying to take over Earth, it's time to make an official fic about it. So, what if, Loki's mind control ended just a little too soon for the chitauri's plan to work. And now he's stuck not just on Earth but somehow with Tony Stark as his babysitter.

Warnings: Slash, meaning boyXboy. There will probably be sex in like the third part but otherwise this story will be pretty T, except maybe some occasional curses.

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson/Tony Stark

Author's Note: This starts pretty much in the middle of the action for the movie avengers. It's right after/during/before, however you want to look at it, they capture Loki. Except, they've knocked him out instead of him surrendering.

Also I know Loki probably isn't as different as I made him under the influence of the chitauri but well…

This will be a pretty long fic with three parts. This has only a rough plan so it might get a little crazy, and it will not be updated regularly. Well, maybe if everyone loves it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of the characters therein.

Part 1

The War

Chapter 1- Eyes Open, Head Forward and Where'd my Scepter Go?

Loki woke with his head a mess pain and short circuits. He could feel the bruise along the back of his skull where the Man of Iron's rockets had collided and brought him down. Really, if he had known the man was willing to do that, he would never have picked such a fight.

Loki leaned his head back against the ground, feeling the knotted tissue and bone heal itself back together even as he concentrated. It took him barely a moment before the pain was lessened, though still not completely gone. He found it annoying if nothing else. He should have been fully functional by now; if only he had not been such a fool when the chitauri had placed the scepter in his hands.

He'd let them warp his mind with hate and anger and jealousy until he could barely recognize himself. He had let them speak in his ear, and then he had let his mind become their plaything. And the worse thing was that he could have stopped it, but he had been too caught up in his own anger over Thor's victory and the Allfather's rejection to notice their manipulates taking place.

It was his own fault that he was here.

Wherever here was, he conceded. Opening his eyes, he looked around himself. He was in some kind of glass container, the walls and ceiling made of metal, but the sides a circular see-through kind of glass all around. He stood, moving to one side and raising a hand as if to touch the glass.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice said, low and scratchy. Loki looked up and met the one-eyed man on the other side of the glass.

"Oh?" he answered. The man looked familiar, the eye patch, the dark skin, but it was hard to place through the haze his memories had become with he'd been under the influence of the scepter.

"One scratch and that's a 30,000-foot drop for you," the man raised a hand to the control panel in front of him, placing a finger down and watching as the floor under Loki opened up to reveal a blue sky and rushing wind.

"Impressive," Loki turned unimpressed eyes away from the man. It was so typically human, to think a cage such as this could hold him. And Loki was already bored of listening to the human talk.

The man cast him an odd look but turned to leave none the less.

Loki was alone for a long time after, sitting in the middle of his cell and thinking, feeling the hum of the sky beast under him. He felt the impulse to shoot his magic deep into the mechanics of it, just to teach the humans that they truly had less command than they thought they did.

He didn't do it, because it would serve him no purpose now.

So, he sat, and he meditated, and he thought.

The chitauri had threatened him with things worse than death if he were to fail, that much Loki could clearly remembered. He supposed if he were smart, he would just continue on his current path, give them the tesseract and then move on from Midgard, because he certainly no longer had any desire to rule these sniveling creatures so unworthy of him.

Loki was listening, feeling, and he still did not hear the footsteps until they were right outside his cage. He opened his eyes, equal parts impressed and annoyed and was faced with red hair and a skin-tight black suit. The woman stared at him, her eyes bright and intense.

"There's not many people who can sneak up on me," Loki told her, not bothering to move from his position on the floor. Her eyes tightened, and she stepped even closer to the glass.

"But you figured I'd come," she answered, and Loki sighed. He felt he should know who she was, his mind grasping and tickling and reaching for something he just couldn't find. It was beyond frustrating.

"Perhaps," Loki said, and she shifted. It was nothing physical, nothing obvious, but Loki was the god of liars, and if he didn't know how to read one then he'd lost his touch. Something he would never allow to happen, not if he would fall into a thousand traps and lose his mind a hundred times. "Why have you come?"

"I want to know what you've done to Agent Barton," she answered, and Loki felt himself frowning, falling back into the fog his mind had become. Agent Barton; he was sure he'd done something to an Agent Barton. He was even sure it hadn't been good, but the names were twisted together in his mind, making it hard to think, much less reach out and grab one individual name in the mess.

"Why must I have done anything to him?" he asked finally, though why he even asked, he didn't know. Of course, he did something. He always did something, even he couldn't claim to be anything near innocent. The woman shifted again, and yet this time it was more suspicious, more directed at trying to understand.

"You warped his mind," she said. "Nick Fury watched you," she turned her head away as if she couldn't bear to think of it, but it was an easy trick to see through. "Just tell me what you'll do to his mind once you've finished. Once you've completed your grand ambition of ruling the world."

Loki's eyes tightened at the words. It was not true. He had never wanted world dominated. Sure, he remembered wanting the Asgardian throne, remembered being jealous enough to manipulate Thor into banishment—not that the idiot didn't deserve it. But there was a difference between sitting on a throne and being loved and worshiped and sitting on a throne and being hated.

Loki had never wanted to be hated.

The hate had been forced on him, shoved down his throat until it was all he knew. He'd been mocked and laughed at and called lesser until it had become true, but he had never asked for it. Just as he had never asked for his tainted blue skin or his soiled cold touch.

But this was what he was, this was what he had always been. And there was nothing he could do but listen to the woman's words and say nothing because they were true.

"If I wished to exchange conversation with you, I would have sought you out," he answered, turning on his heel until his back was to the glass and the woman was out of his sight. "Leave me." He did not hear her leave but when he reached out with his hearing and magic, she was nonetheless gone.

He dimly hoped that he would not have to talk to another human again.

Tony didn't like when things didn't add up. No, ok, he hated it. Hated it with a blind and raging passion. So, when the scepter was sitting in his mini-lab giving off scans that didn't make sense, he wanted to throw the thing. Well, he wanted to throw the thing and then he wanted to understand what the hell was wrong with his scans or the scepter or his brain for not being able to put 2 and 2 and make 4.

"Tony, calm down," Bruce said. "I'm sure we're just overlooking something."

"No, we're not," Tony answered. "Because I'm Tony fucking Stark, and I do not overlook things." Bruce just sighed and went back to his own scans.

But Tony couldn't. It was as if the scepter had picked up a different frequency, fluctuating and buzzing in the air around them instead of warping what was around it. And the frustrating part was, Tony knew he wasn't imagining the change because during the battle with Loki, his suit had picked up preliminary scans of the scepter, and they simply didn't match what he was looking at now.

"That's it," Tony announced suddenly. "I'm going to go talk to him."

"I'm not sure you have clearance…" Bruce started, but he was already out the door.

Rogers was doing whatever captain thing Rogers did when integrity was called into question, and who knew where the fuck Romanoff and Fury were, hopefully nowhere near Loki's holding cell. Thor was probably still on the bridge, staring at the clouds with Coulson and getting all buddy buddy. It was sickening to watch, really.

Tony crossed the length of helicarrier without seeing any of his teammates and came to a stop outside of Loki's cell. The god's eyes were open, watching him with a cool wariness that hadn't been there when they'd been fighting. But then, Tony hadn't managed to knock him flat before either, so…

"I'm surprised you're still here," Tony said, and Loki's dark eyebrow rose.

"How do you mean, human?"

"Stark," Tony snapped. "My name is Tony Stark. Or Iron Man if you really want to cozy, but none of that human bullshit. It's annoying."

"Very well, Man of Iron," Loki's lips twitched as if he'd told some humorous joke, but he was otherwise still, sitting crossed legged on the floor of his cell.

"Why are you sitting like that?"

"It helps me to think," Loki answered, and Tony resisted asking about what. He probably didn't want to know what went on in Loki's head.

"I came to ask you a question."

"You have my attention," Loki answered, standing smoothly. Tony watched as the god crossed over to him, dark hair flicked back and out of his face.

"What's wrong with your scepter?" he asked, and Loki's face flickered. Tony was sure he saw a frown cross the god's face, confusion and curiosity, gone so fast he was almost twice as sure he'd hallucinated it.

"How could I possibly know what you were talking about?" Loki answered, his voice silken and soft.

Tony was almost taken aback by how different it was than the voice Loki had used while towering over the crowd in Germany. In fact, Loki seemed entirely different now. Before, he'd shouted insult after insult, his face turned up in a petty smile, his eyes blazing with hate and defiance, he'd seemed so... Tony shook his head. He didn't know what Loki had seemed, but he knew that the man he'd seen could not have been sane enough to stand here and hold this conversation with him.

"Why do you shake your head?" Loki asked. Tony turned to look into those green eyes, and all he saw was interest and caution. Wait—

"Your eyes are green," Tony told him, realizing only a second too late how crazy that must sound.

"Yes?" Loki blinked at him, long and slow, reminding Tony of a cat. "Is this some new human interrogation method I am unaware of?"

"They were blue before," he said, and was surprised when Loki stiffened, turning his head away as if Tony had burnt him. "I mean, uh, I only noticed because they were like bright electric blue, but they're like definitely green now."

"Is this babbling going to a place, Man of Iron?" Loki answered.

"Well, it has to mean-," Unfortunately—or maybe it was actually fortunately, he never really got to find out—Tony was interrupted by the explosion that rocked through the ship.