Author's Note: Well, it's been a while. Here you go. *tosses chapter gently to you*
Chapter 8: Unwanted
"You made my men, some of the most highly trained professionals in the world, look like minimum-wage mall cops. That's hurtful. In my experience it's takes someone with similar training to do what you did to them. Why don't you tell me where you received your training? Pakistan? Afghanistan?" the man said.
Loki didn't listen to the rest of the mortal's blethering. It wasn't worth it. The captor's monologues always just delayed the inevitable-
"One way or another we will find out what we need to know. We're good at that."
Oh, torture? It didn't matter. It was nothing he hadn't seen before. After all, he wasn't wanted on Asgard. Because you are a monster. So it didn't matter what they did to him.
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It hadn't been too bad. No worse than the thoughts in his head when he had one of his episodes.
"Edward! I've come to take you home!" Erik? How was he here? And why was he calling him - oh.
Once out of earshot, Loki asked. "Where are we going?"
"To get a drink."
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"I don't know what to do." Loki sighed. They had gone to a...club and were sitting on high stools in front of a cupboard full of alcohol. Thor, would love it here.
"That's good. It's how you start in life." Erik said sipping his alcohol.
"Thank you. For what you did." Loki had decided that gratitude was necessary in such a situation. One didn't know how long Loki could have been in the organisation's clutches.
"I didn't do it for you, I did it for Jane. And your nothing but trouble for her and for me."
How reassuring.
"I mean her no harm." Loki meant it but it was obvious that Erik didn't think that was enough.
"I'll buy you a drink. But you leave town tomorrow."
Loki nodded and sipped his drink. Even the mortals don't want you, freak. Not even the Jotuns had wanted you.
Author's Note: Well, I guess that since summer is coming I might be able to post quicker (although I will have a few breaks). Thanks for waiting.