Okay, so this is my first fic and I'm quite nervous posting this. Anyway, I would love to get some tips and reviews so that I can improve my writing (or typing). And I also want to know if this is good enough to continue and if I do continue should I have any pairings? Well thanks and enjoy!
"Loki Laufeyson -" Odin paused for a moment as he looked at his two sons. "for your atrocious and intolerable acts against Asgard, Midgard, and Jotunheim, you will be sent back to your 'allies' and they may punish you as they deem fit."
The crowd roared. Some thought this as a punishment fit for the traitor while others screamed profanities and opinions as to how the second prince should be punished.
Loki's eyes widened as he took in what was to happen to him. They were sending him back, back to Them, back to Him. He shook his head furiously and felt tears welling up in his eyes. The muzzle still held his mouth shut and his hands were bound behind his back by the same metal bands bracelets that kept his magic at bay. He looked up at Thor from where he had been forced to kneel on the ground. Surely Thor wouldn't allow the Allfather to do this. Thor looked down at Loki with sadness and disappointment in his eyes. Loki tried to say something, tried to tell them that he hadn't meant it, that he couldn't have stopped if he'd tried, but he only felt the metal biting into his skin, drawing blood that slowly trickled down his neck. Loki looked up to where Odin was sitting and his eyes drifted to the left where Frigga was. He could see the tears dripping off her chin. Tearing his eyes away from her, he stared down at the floor.
Within seconds he heard the faint whooshing sound as the portal opened and the crowd fell silent. Loki swallowed, though his mouth and throat were dry, and he looked up at Thor again, pleading with his eyes. Thor just looked down at him and shook his head before turning his attention to the vast, black portal that had opened. Loki was still staring at the floor when two black, malformed feet stepped into his field of vision. He furrowed his brow in confusion before looking up and seeing the sneering face of the Other.
Loki flinched back and tried to get up, scrambling away from the Chitauri General, but Thor held him back and only watched as the Other took the chains that connected Loki's wrists. He struggled uselessly against the Other, the bracelets also biting into his skin and drawing blood but Loki didn't care, he refused to back There. The Other started to drag Loki back towards the portal but soon resorted to having two other Chitauri do it for him. Through it all though, Loki continued to struggle against them and two other Chitauri had to be used to finally pull him through.
The Other smiled and looked at Odin and Thor. "We thank you for your cooperation." The voice sent chills down Thor's spine and he automatically tensed up, his hand gripping Mjolnir's handle tightly.
Odin nodded once and watched as the Chitauri General retreated through portal. He then looked out at the crowd and simply said, "Dismissed." The Aesir quickly left and soon Odin also left the room, leaving Frigga and Thor staring at the place where Loki had been just moments earlier...
Loki still fought even after the portal had closed. He refused to believe that his family had just betrayed him, that he was back on the barren wasteland, that the torture would resume. He still didn't fully believe it until he was forced to his knees and his wrists and ankles were chained to the ground. One of the Chitauri soldiers behind him grabbed a handful of his hair and wrenched his head back.
A tall, dark throne stood before him, just barely visible against the blackness of space. Skulls and bones littered the floor behind it. Loki started shaking and nearly hyperventilating when he saw the figure sitting on the throne, fingering the blade of a large sword. The figure stood up and trudged forward, the blade hanging limply in his hand, trailing along the ground with a loud scraping noise. The figure finally stepped into a bit of light shining from one of the steps in front ot the throne, revealing purple skin, golden armour, and crimson eyes shining with greed and malevolence.
"Ahhh, my pet. You've finally returned have you?" Thanos' deep, chilling voice sent shivers down Loki's spine. Thanos reached down and yanked the muzzle off of Loki's face, not bothering to undo the clamps on either side of his jaw and tearing skin off the sides of his face. Loki only inhaled sharply through his nose, refusing to give the Titan the joy of his pain. Thanos snarled and drove the sword through Loki's right shoulder. Loki clenched his jaw and only allowed a small whimper to escape him. The Titan laughed and picked up a whip that had been lying beside his throne and unfurled it, before stepping behind Loki and pulling his shirt off. Loki had barely registered the crack of the whip through the air before pain shot through his back.
"I will have you begging for mercy within the hour you worthless, Jotun runt," Thanos whispered in his ear and unfortunately for Loki, that statement was carried through, over and over and over.
One year later...
Loki sat in the corner of his small cell, his knees pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He fought to stay conscious as the pain washed over him in waves. After a few minutes, he felt his resolve weakening and just as his vision started to darken, a flash of bright golden light washed over him and he felt the sensation of weightlessness before he slipped into the dark embrace.
...
Tony sat on the large couch infront of the plasma screen TV on the floor nicknamed "The Family Floor" due to the fact that most of the Avengers team would usually hang around together there. At the moment, Bruce was in the lab, Steve was on the Rec. floor, and Clint and Natasha were off on some work for Fury. Tony picked up his bottle of scotch and took a large gulp of it before Jarvis interrupted his thoughts.
"Sir, it appears as though a portal has opened just outside of the city, it is similar to those caused by Mr. Odinson," Jarvis announced.
Tony sighed and set his bottle back on the coffee table. "Not a moment's peace. Jarvis, send the coordinates to the Mark IX."
"Already done, sir."
"Well, excuse me," Tony said sarcastically as he pushed himself up from his seat, swaying slightly before turning to get his suit.
Tony arrived at the site a few minutes later. It was a small clear field and in the middle of it, there was a circle of Norse runes. He landed slightly off to the side and it took him only a moment to see the figure lying in the middle, curled in upon himself.
The tattered cloth covering his body was soaked in blood and his inky black, matted hair was splayed out around him. Tony furrowed his brow and knelt beside the figure, slowly uncurling him before stepping back in shock.
It was Loki.
The same Loki that had nearly destroyed New York only a year ago. Tony stared in shock at the figure before slowly regaining the use of his voice. "Jarvis, scan his vitals now."
"He is alive sir, but barely. His heartbeat is nearly twice what it should be and he has suffered from massive blood loss."
Tony sighed. "Damn it, I am not cut out for this." He had no idea what to do. Loki had thrown Tony out of his own window only a year earlier and now he lay before him, beaten and broken. He looked as though he had been tortured. Tony flinched at the thought. His own torture in Afghanistan constantly loomed in his mind, but Loki looked as if he had been through something a thousand times worse. Against his better judgement, he leaned down and slowly picked up the injured god before taking off towards his tower.
His landing was unsteady at best and he nearly fell but he stumbled into the wall and used it to regain his balance. Tony walked inside and set Loki on the couch before taking off the suit. Tony drew a few unsteady breaths before running his hand through his hair and picking Loki up again. This time, he carried Loki down to the medical floor where he could at least attempt to take care of him.
Tony laid him on a medical bed and seeing the blood already staining the sheets he ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "There is no way I can do this," then he spoke up. "Jarvis, tell Banner to get his ass up here now!"
"Done sir," his AI replied. Within a few minutes there was an urgent knock on the door and Tony quickly stepped out, hoping to avoid 'the Other Guy'.
"What is it Tony? Who's hurt?" Bruce sounded urgent and kept trying to push past Tony to get through the door.
"Bruce, you have to promise me you won't flip out," Tony said slowly.
"But Tony-," Bruce started.
"No buts. Promise me."
"Okay, okay I promise."
Tony hesitated for a second before stepping to the side and following Bruce in. Bruce paused the second he saw those two green eyes staring at him. "Um, Tony, you realize this is Loki, right?"
