Hello again! I in all honesty don't know where I'm going with this… but I'm gonna keep going! Hopefully you guys enjoy this! Thank you amazing people for staying and reading for as long as you have. Can't believe I'm writing a chapter 7 in all honesty! Thanks Fizzicks01I for the advice! So sorry about the spelling… but i hope this one is a bit better! I really hope you guys like this, and if you have any suggestions, write them! Leave reviews and comments! Please and thanks! There are some NSFW-ish things in this chapter during the memories so… read with caution! (P.S! next post is gonna be answering questions and giving thanks to people that have commented! so if you wanna be in the next post, leave your opinion, what you think, or anything! in spirt of thanksgiving, gonna give my thanks for the people that make me wanna write! maybe i'll make a little cute short story with Loki on thanksgiving... *wink wink nudge nudge*)

-Cluelessreader

Chapter 7

Tony wasn't happy. But with the kid being with Thor, he could watch some more of that drive. As much as he wanted to sleep, he wanted to finish that damn thing. Maybe he should get Thor to watch it too... It might answer some questions he might have.

Tony moved back to his own room. A FINALLY! B... yea there isn't a B. It's nice to be in his room after so long. Nebula had gone off, he supposes to take a look around. Pepper had stayed with him. She had fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

Alright, he would go, get his laptop, then watch the rest with some headphones. As nice as it was that Pepper didn't want him watching the drive on his own, he didn't want her seeing anything else.

As stealthy as he could, he crawled out of bed. Reaching the door... but stopping. A shelf stopping him. It wasn't in his way, no, it was what was on it that was. Full of crap and other things he can't remember getting, a photo resting on its third shelve.

It showed a straight faced Tony, someone's fingers in a peace sign behind him. Making a pair of bunny ears on him. A smiling teen next to him, holding a stark internship certificate upside down. He was also had a pair of bunny ears behind his head.

Tony found himself being pulled to the photo. It was before any of this shit happened. Granted he wasn't smiling in the photo, but he was as happy as he could have been.

Back when Peter was standing next to him.

Tony felt something wet going down his face. Great. Now he was crying. He grabbed the photo, sliding it down. So he couldn't see the picture. No, so he couldn't see his failure. See who he got killed.

Okay! That's enough. He needs a drink. Anything to help him forget... everything for a little bit.

Striding out of his room, he makes his way into the kitchen. An amazingly made kitchen he might add. Only the best inside this place. LG studio black stainless steel appliances. White glass subway tiles lining as a backsplash. A smooth ceiling with some nice small LED lights. They were very bright when turned on, but he wasn't gonna be using them.

A nice bar slitting the kitchen from the dining room was what was going to light up. A slab of polished marble, only the best, held up by black glass. Lights lining the inside of it. Making a nice ombre inside the bar area. A nice row of suspender lights hanging from the ceiling. The floor a shining polished porcelain. Really, he might not dress the best but his ideas for what his place should look like, pretty top notch.

His favorite part, which he was really looking forward too, is the bar shelf. Floating glass shelves holding some of the best liquor you can have. LED lights that changed color, so he was still a little childish and liked changing lights that lit up each shelf. Illuminating the amazing bottles full of god given liquid.

The moment he walked into the kitchen area, the suspended lights lit up. Shining the room in a low golden mood light. Perfect for drinking in Tony's opinion. He was pretty happy with the fact that no one was in the room when he walked in. Wasn't in the mood for dealing with anyone.

He strolled by, reaching for Glenfiddich 1937. One of the best gifts he's ever gotten. Tonight seemed like a good night to drink something as expensive as this is. He ripped the label, a small part of him dying but hey, a good drink is a good drink. Opening up the bottle, he was hit with some of the greatest smells a whiskey has ever smelled like. The aroma of robust oak, raisins, cinnamon, dark roasted coffee, and burnt heather. Wait wait, is that poached pears he smells in that mix? Why hadn't he opened this before? He grabbed another gift that someone had gotten him, a Woodland Majesty Deer Glass, so he was feeling fancy.

Pouring a generous amount of whiskey into the cup, Tony tipped his head back, swallowing the burning liquid. A pleasant warmth filling his stomach. Alright as much as he missed showers, or food, one thing he really missed is alcohol. The amazing feeling of everything fading away. The great taste that comes with certain liquors. He could live without food, but he wouldn't be alive without his nice cup of gold. Or cups to be more correct.

He doesn't know exactly how long he sat there, but he knew one thing. His bottle was empty. Off to the next one! He grabbed bottle after bottle. In short, he got hammered. He knew one point someone walked in but once he said "Hey! Come and get wasted with me!" they walked right back out. Probably Rogers. Seeing as how he can't get drunk. Poor poor bastard.

Eventually his thoughts started to wonder. Going right back to someone he didn't want to be thinking about. Fuck. He needs more drinks. Why did he come out here? He doesn't remember. Come on... come on... and... yea no he doesn't remember. Oh wait! He was gonna watch something. Fuck what was it? That's right! The thingy. The shiny thingy! Now where did he put it...

It took way to long. And way too much fumbling around but eventually he did pull out the drive he was looking for. Why the fuck was it in his pocket and not, I don't know, in his hand like he wanted it to be. But now that he had it, he just had to get his laptop. Luckily that was on the counter. Granted it was across the kitchen and that didn't seem like a fun walk but fuck it.

Slowly and trying to maintain his balance, he made it to the other side. Getting his laptop, not that Microsoft or apple crap, but a state of the art Stark laptop. He loved how he designed it. A thin laptop. A shiny dark gray metal. With his own made software! A perfect lightweight computer. He seriously loved it. He slid it under his arm, making the track back to his bar stool. Snagging another bottle of something on his way.

He sat back down, nice and snug, opening the computer and inserting the drive. If it worked in the main room then surely it would work in his computer right? Yea totally.

The video file, wait video file alright, popped up on the screen. A play button center of the black and green image. A name he didn't understand under the video. Gamora? Tony moved his cursor over and with a little hesitation, clicked play.


She was lucky. She separated from her 'sister', and was able to do her part in her plan. She remembers it clear as day. A plan she made Loki do.

"You know it's my turn with you." Gamora voice breaching the silent room.

Loki looked up, eyes clenched squinted, light affecting him from being in the dark for so long. His clothes were mostly torn away. All that was left after Nebulas assault was his brown pants, even then they were torn and ripped. How they stayed on she didn't know. He still had some of his silver arm braces on him, everything else was scattered throughout the room. Broken and beaten off of him. He wasn't any better than his torn clothes. He was bruised and bloodied. Scraps and scars littered him already. So Nebula really want holding any punches with her 'new little brother' great.

She quickly closed the door, only lighting one of the light stones that littered the walls. "Sorry about that. Your gonna need to get used to light coming and going quickly. If you want the pain in your eyes to stop anyway." She suggested.

He winced as she moved closer. The chains holding him clinging a little at his trepidation. "No, it's alright. I'm not gonna do anything." She tried to sooth.

Clearly it worked. He stopped struggling and seemed to untense a bit. Well that definitely surprised her. She definitely didn't think he would just believe her so quick. He still wouldn't say anything to her though.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

His stomach seemed to answer. A loud rumbling echoing in the room. A light blush tainting his face as he quickly looked away. She stifled a giggle. After all she still had a job to do. And that's to get him killed or out of here. Which ever to make sure her father didn't get what he wanted.

"You willing to listen? I've got a plan to get you food. Cause I'm sure you know there not gonna feed you anytime soon. Unless you start agreeing with what they say anyway."

His face scream thinking. Trying to see what she was planning. Look for anything that said malice.

After a bit, he seemed to give a small nod. Good. Progress.

"You need to try to escape."

His head shot up quickly. The chains loudly clanging around. His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her. Not surprising.

"If you do, they will have to punish you. I know that when your being punished, the dining hall will be empty. It will make it easier for me to get food out to you." She explained bluntly.

He sucked in a breath. Not like she could hear it, but she could see it.

"Wh-what will the p-punishment be?" He asked. Didn't think he would talk at all if she was gonna be honest.

"A bad one. Beating, drowning, anything those crazy people can come up with. I'm not sure what it will be, but you better expected to hurt." She said honestly. At worst it would be a bad beating from Cull Obsidian.

"Why... why would y-you get m-me food?" He asked, his tone laced with suspicion and distrust.

"Because I don't want to see your eyes go blue. Once they do, people are never the same. I don't want that for you." She explained as she moved closer. She wasn't lying. If his eyes go blue then he would be some crappy obedient servant or the worse option. Not be able to handle the power holding him and in layman's terms, die.

He flinched back a bit once her hands reached his. The rattle startling him as he looked up. Seeing her unlock his cuffs. She lowered his down carefully. Making her not to break his arms by accident. Once he was down, she moved back to the door. Waiting for an answer.

He took in what she said, seeing what she had just done for him. Carefully weighing his options. Once again his stomach had an opinion. That seemed to finish his thinking.

"Alright. W-what do you want m-me to do?"

She explained her plan. If he tried to escape he could either one, actually do it and make it out, or two, get the dining hall open for her to take from. Getting him something to eat for his troubles.

He agreed and set to making a plan of his own. She didn't need to know. She didn't care. Just as long as he did it when most everyone from the black order was in his chambers. Once that happened he would get punished and she could scavenge. Simple as that.

It took more days then she would like. But eventually Nebula, Maw, and Obsidian were called. Not everyone but most so good enough. She carefully stalked behind them. Staying a good ways away. They all moved in but left the door open. Maw started talking, saying the same bullshit he always does with new people Thanos wanted. She easily heard Loki move seeing his chance with the door open. There was yelling and some bodies hitting the ground. Was he really taking them out?

That's when she saw him. Running out like a bat out of hell. He was quick. Quicker than she thought. But even she shook a bit. Seeing the one and only. The one she was meant to serve. The one that had adopted her. Fuck.

"What are you doing." Thanos asked. She easily picked up on the deadly tone leaving his words. When she looked to Loki, she thought he would keep running. She just saw him move. He would easily out run Thanos. Why wasn't he running?

"I'm leaving. I'm going home." A strength in his voice Gamora was happy to hear. He had fight in him.

"Your home is here child." Thanos retorted. So... he's still interested in Loki? Why would he waste his time? Normally its one offense from new people and they die. What's so special about this person?

She was brought out of her thoughts at Loki yelling. Really yelling at Thanos. He either has no idea who he's talking to or has some big balls on him.

"Your lying! I know you are! No one can lie to the god of lies!"

What? What did he mean by that? If he lived she would have to ask him.

In a split second Loki crashed to the ground. Great. Maw was back up. She knew how the rest of this would end. She stalked away. Headed back to her room. Nebula would be coming back soon, best not to bring up any suspicion.

She was far away but she could hear his punishment had started. So Obsidian was going to beat him. At least she was right, told him the truth so he would prepare himself for it. Now it's her part in this. Getting him some food.

As she settled on her bed, she could hear light footsteps of her roommate. Just as she thought. Nebula came in headed straight to her bed. "I heard he tried to escape today..."

"Yes, he did." Was all she answered as she threw herself onto her bed.

"Is he dead?" Fuck, that seemed to caring. She better not tell.

"Once the Chitauri are done with him he will be."

Her heart dropped. The Chitauri? Why were they giving his punishment!? It was supposed to be obsidian or Maw. Proxima even! How was she wrong? She knew Thanos's rules and punishments inside and out. She had seen countless beings affected by them. Sometimes even she was punished. But... she had never seen what the Chitauri did to others. Once Thanos was done with them or they died, sure, he would let them eat.

No way. There's no way Thanos was going to do that to him.

She needed to leave now. Get there as soon as possible. With food if he lives. He will be pissed if he suffered for nothing.

Gamora swiftly got up, headed for the door. Ready to do her part in this little plan of hers.

"Where are you going?"

Fuck. "To get food, dinner soon and with no Chitauri there it will be easier to get larger portions." She half lied. She just needs Nebula to let her go. Just believe it damn it!

"I'm coming too!"

Why was this not going the way she wanted?

She didn't answer but easily heard Nebula behind her. Catching up to walk beside her. They continued walking in silence. Not like she wanted to talk anyway. Fuck! She forgot the bag!

"What's wrong?" Nebula whispered to her.

Think! Anything to get back to the room. "I think I forgot something. I need to go get it before it's considered late." She said quickly turning around. "Oh, but go on without me, get yourself some food." Just get away from me, that would really help what I'm trying to do.

Gamora walked away, thankfully not hearing Nebula follow her. She speed walked back to the room. Getting the brown sack she forgot to hide the food. It wasn't big but it was enough for one person. Especially if that person wasn't picky.

She grabbed the bag and went back on her way. Walking the path set for the dining hall. She would have walked right by, but she heard something that didn't sit well with her. She heard clicking and the odd language of the Chitauri granted or moaned out. There was something else. A sick slimy sound. It sounded like someone was choking. Whatever they were choking on kept on being pulled out but shoved back in a moment later. Gagging, she supposed that fit better with what she was hearing.

A light crying was echoing throughout all the gross sounds. It... it sounded like Loki.

Just walk away. It doesn't matter. She couldn't think about what she knew was going on. Just as long as she got what she was supposed to. She continued on her way. Like she thought, the dining hall was near empty. The black order hovering around a corner. Talking but Gamora didn't care what about. Nebula was somewhere but she couldn't see where. Probably already got her food and left. Off the train while the chambers were empty. Doesn't matter.

She swiftly made her way to the feeding line. Taking her portion and about 3 Chitauri portions. Shoving it all in the brown sack. It wasn't good food by any means. It was filling though. Which helped back sure you didn't need to eat more of whatever it was.

Something that resembled bread, just tasteless and tough. A soup of some sort. Tasted bearable. Good enough, it certainly looked worse then what it tasted like. Thank god.

Gamora carefully slipped the bag on her back. Her pinkish hair hiding the bag from view. She sat down at a table. Eating her food as normally as she could. It wasn't too long until she heard the sounds of walking. The familiar clicks of the Chitauri walking into the hall. They looked as gross as ever but nothing looked out of the ordinary on them. Sick bastards.

She finished her food and left as quickly as she came. The loudness of the hall should hide whatever happens in Loki's chamber. A saving grace she supposes.

The door was closed tight. She looked around quickly. Seeing no one, she opened the door a bit, slipping in safely. Her back was away from the rest of the room as she pushed the door shut again. Sighing in relief, she got in and no one saw.

Her hand touched a lighting stone, not enough to hurt Loki's eyes but enough for them to see. She turned around to giv-

The room was disgusting. Claw marks dug into the dark gray stone. The last bit of Loki's silver armor torn apart, laying in pieces joining the rest, littering the ground. Dark red blood was splattered everywhere. Small puddles or just a few droplets. Must have been from when Obsidian was here. But... that wasn't all she saw.

In the dark cold stone room, was white. It looked creamy and covered the floor. A body in the middle of the cell. No cuffs or restraints on him. They knew he wouldn't be able to run away...

His torn up back was to Gamora. No sound escaping him. The white sludge covered him. In his hair, on his body. Fuck. This isn't worth a little bit of food.

"Loki..." Gamora slowly moved closer, not caring about her ruined boots. She moved across the chamber, slowly going around the abused body. She fucked up.

"Loki, you need to get up. I brought you food." She tried.

Those striking green eyes looked dulled. Not even focusing on his surroundings anymore. One arm was stretched out. It looked like it was out of its socket. The other clinched close to his chest. He was covered in bruises and cuts. Wait, cuts was the wrong word, they looked more like claw marks. He was hurt. Worse then she had told him he would be.

"Loki, you have to get up." She tried again. Once more he wouldn't even look at her.

One of his legs were lifted, covering himself. The white stuff that covered him, leaking out of him. Both from... there... and from his mouth. His lips parted open a bit. He just looked sad. No anger from before. Not like when she last saw him. That was only what, an hour ago at best?

She had to get him to move. Try to help him a bit. She laid one hand on his chest, the other on his back. Pushing him back up. He flinched once her hands touched him, at least its a reaction. "Hey, it's alright, it's just me. I brought you-"

"You lied."

Gamora had gone rigid. He spoke and she wasn't going to lie. It shocked her. She knows she was wrong but she really didn't want to hear it from him. He jerked, coughing up more of the white stuff. His eyes clenched shut.

"Look, I know I was wrong, but-"

His head lifted, looking right at her. On of his hands had gone up to his mouth, trying to rub his cheek clean. His left eye was still closed but the other looked as clear as day again. No longer clouded by what happened.

"You lied to me." He said again. His voice horse from all the yelling.

"No. I didn't lie. I miscalculated. I didn't think he would do something this bad to you. Thanos wants you, I thought at worst he would have Obsidian beat you. Honest, Loki."

His right eye narrowed. The light that looked clouded a second ago, looked clear again. As if evaluating her soul. She straightened up a bit, her shoulders getting tense. It was a little intimidating, considering what she's used too.

He ended up sighing. Head lowering back to the ground. " I believe you." He voiced. She didn't know why but a breath she was holding in was released.

Gamora didn't know how long she had stood there just looking at Loki, but something clicked. Maybe the feeling of the bag on her back, or the light stone going out... or seeing Loki move to press his wall against the wall... whatever it was she was moving again.

"Here." She said as she slid the bag of food off her back. He looked up but his hands didn't move. He only looked at her, his left eye still closed.

She tried not to notice the red and white she had rested her knees in to sit next to Loki. She opened the bag and kept hold of the food. Handing him the bag. "Maybe it can help clean you up..." Gamora suggested. Why was she feeling so guilty. SHe knew he would be punished. Just because she got the punishment wrong, doesn't mean she should feel guilty... right?

He moved his right hand, taking the brown sack. His left still hung limp.

"I'm gonna have to pop that back in... you know that right?" She told, moving a little closer. He simply nodded, finally looking back at her.

"It's gonna hurt. Put the bag in your mouth so they won't hear you scream." She ordered

Loki tensed but did as she said. He bit the brown cloth. Sucking in a breath. Bracing for the pain that was gonna ensue. Gamora placed one hand gripping his upper arm, the other keeping Loki's shoulder stable.

"I'll count. 1... 2-" Snap! His scream was muffled, thank god, but it was still loud. Granted with the cell door, she was sure no one would hear it, but it still hurt to listen to. He had launched forward, sweat beading on his face. As fast as she had popped it back in, his screaming stopped. Loki slumped back on the wall, taking deep breaths.

"I can't clean you off, and I have to take the bag with me so no one knows, but while you can, try to clean yourself off with it. And eat the food. It can't be here when they get back." She told him. He slowly looked at her and nodded. Easily eating the food. She supposes that if there isn't any food, what they had was gourmet to him.

He ate quickly, taking Gamora's warning seriously. "If... if I could get some privacy... please." He asked, the strength she had heard just maybe 40 minutes ago, was all gone. She nodded, turning around to face the cell door.

"Thank you..." He said as Gamora could hear the cloth being rubbed on his skin. He would swear in a language she couldn't understand every now and then.

"Alright. I'm decent, just let me try to find the shreds of my pants." He quipped a bit.

"Oh, that's closer to the middle, a little bit behind me I think." She said, remembering that she saw it when she had first walked in. She could hear as he shifted around.

"Great..." She heard him mutter. "Alright I'm covered." He said a bit louder.

Gamora turned around to see him sitting in a cleaner corner. He was still covered in blood and cum, but it was a lot less. The brown bag discarded in the middle of the chamber. "Thanks for the food..." He said leaning his head on the wall.

"I think you earned it. I'll try to be more accurate in what might happen to you next time."

"There's going to be a next time?"

Was there? Was she really already planning for the next time? Yea... apparently she was.

"Yea. I'll make sure it's not as bad. Or that I'm not wrong." She said staying by the cell door. Nebulas training would be over soon, she had better get back to her room.

"I had better go. Don't want anyone knowing I was here at all." Gamora said as she moved toward the door. Loki only nodded. His eyes already closed, food gone.

Now what to do for next time.


He thinks he threw up about… 5 times. Once cause drunk. The next, lets say, 4 times because of GROSS! That was certainly not what he wanted to see when he had been drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw his leg off.

But still… that was definitely NOT what he had expected to see. He felt a little thankful he didn't see what the aliens did to him, but still didn't like hearing it. No matter how quick that was, he didn't like the mental image it put in his head.

That was disgusting. Simple as that. And one more thing, why was it in perspective of a different person. Normally it was with Nebula, but now it was this green women. He thinks it had to be her sister. The one that Star-Lord ruined the plan for.

So Gamora knew Loki as well. Did she tell stories about him to the guardians, or ever bring him up. He figured no. Why would you talk about the person you or others you knew tortured.

What did he learn from this? Gamora earned the not as much of a jerk as you've could have been award? Yea, that sounded right. Oh plus the whole she changed sides thing. That also helps. That Thanos is a sick bastard. Eh, he already knew that. That Loki looked younger here? It was weird, how long ago was this till he invaded earth? He didn't know.

That's something else he's gonna have to figure out. Why was he trying to figure this out again?

He really didn't know anymore.

"Mr. Stark?"

Great. Why the fuck was the kid up?

"Y- yea?" He hiccuped out.

"Um… I- I need to tell you something…" His quiet voice said. He seemed hesitant. Tony must have been really fucked up, it was weird hearing Loki's adult voice then poof! His voice now. It was still accented but now it was so much softer and lighter. In all honesty it was very annoying now. He didn't know why.

Loki didn't say anything else after that. What the fuck was he waiting for? Permission to speak?

"Aren't you like- like a prince or something? Why are you waiting to talk?" He asked out loud. His words slurring off his tounge. Loki flinched at his words. He held himself.

"I- yes… I mean, I believe i'm still considered one…"

"Considered one!? Wow! You sound so dumb. Your one or your not. Simple as that."

Loki had been looking at him, his eyes were on the ground now. A pink tint filling across his face. Really? Embarrassed? Damn this kids annoying him right now. Maybe it was the booze

"Well? Out with it! What did you want to tell me? I'm really busy over here." He said, really trying not to fall off his bar stool. This shit needs some velcro or something.

"Um… me and Br-Brother were talking… he said… um-"

"For the love of god! Out with it!"

"He thinks we're going to be l-leaving tomorrow." Loki said still keeping his eyes on the ground.

Leaving… they were leaving. Loki was leaving…

Why was he telling him? Did he expect it to bother him or something? Cause it didn't.

"Okay, is that it?" Tony answered, the words slurred but easily carrying attitude. He eyed the kid, no not the kid. That title was for someone else. Loki's face was pure shock.

"I thought… I thought you would w-want to know…" Loki tried again.

"Yeah well you thought wrong. That's not what I want. You can go now."

Tony heard him before he saw him, the loud footsteps of a certain god coming from the hallway. "Loki? Brother, where are you?" Came the strong asgardian voice. Loki jumped a bit, finally moving backwards from Tony. He had started playing with his hands, Tony knew he's seen him do that before.

"I- i'm-"

"He's over here. Take the ki- take Loki back to bed, Thor."

Loki looked back at Tony, looking at him as if he had just turned him over to the police.

Thor walked him, greeting Tony but going straight to his little brother. Taking his little hand in his own. Tony holding a simi full glass just watching. "Come on brother, you need rest." The tall blond starting moving, taking the dark haired prince with him. Was he even a prince anymore. No asgard to rule right?

"Wait! Wait! Something wrong with Mr. Star-"

"Look Loki." Tony cut off. His voice a dangerous growl. "There is nothing wrong. Go to bed, and leave with Thor." He said, turning away, taking a sip of his drink. Well, it seemed like a sip but most of it was gone when he lowered the glass again.

"I thought-"

"I doesn't matter what you thought! Just leave yea? I'm busy over here!"

Thor let Loki go. Turning, he faced Tony. Shit. He really didn't wanna deal with either of the asgardians in front of him.

"Watch your tone with my brother."

"Oh like the way you did earlier?"

"I didn't know he was there!"

"Yea and I do, still not gonna change my way of speaking." Tony snapped back, a cocky smile forming on his face.

The tense silence was palpable. Tony looking at Thor over his shoulder, still holding that grin. Thor standing tall looking straight at the drunk man. Loki still messing with hands, standing off to the side a bit, but still kind of in the middle of the two men. He looked terrified in all honesty. But did Tony care? Nope! He just wanted to get more drunk.

"Thor… le-lets just leave." Loki's small voice broke the silence.

The boy's big brother looked away from Tony, eyes changing from its hard gaze to a soft and compashenet look. "Loki?"

Tony turned around, looking straight at the little kid. What was he gonna do?

"I… I wanna go home. Can we just leave?" Loki asked looking straight at his brother. As if Tony wasn't there anymore. Normally Tony would be happy to leave a conversation… but something about how Loki said it really ticked him off.

Thor smiled and once more took Loki's hand. "Of course Brother. Let us go."

"What? I'm not good enough anymore? Don't like Pep or some-"

"It is clear I am a pain to you. This is not the first outburst you've had. I would much rather be home with my real family then be a pain in your side any longer." Loki answered. Sounding very much like a prince. As if he was talking to some unruly council member or something. Loki has more balls than Tony first thought. To bad Tony's drunk. Probably would have let him have a win. But hey, why not poke the bear a bit more?

"What real family." Tony asked innocently.

He easily saw Thor flinch. A reaction, sad to say, that Tony really liked.

"Last I checked, don't know if you were listening to everything, but i'm sure you were. Your parents are gone. Your mom first then your dad. All you have left is Thor, and even then he has the memories of you and him together. Growing up together. But now your a little kid. He has to help the people of assgard. Or the ones left anyway. And raise you. You have no home. No real family. And I wonder what's gonna happen when you go to wherever the others are. But hey. That's just a thought of mine."

Loki was frozen. Thor looked like he was about to murder Tony, but stopped by his little brother standing in the way.

"I forgot..." Loki mumbled.

"What was that your highness, or are you even called that anymore?" Tony stammered out. Man, alcohol was really starting to get to him. His vision edges doing dark. But hey, he was still kicking. Plus once he passed out, everything would be forgotten. Just what he wanted.

"I forgot… th-their gone…" Loki mumbled once again.

Seriously. He hates when people mumble. If someones gonna say something, say it! Jesus. "Why are you so quiet, weren't you just all proud royalty a second ago?"

"Their dead! I- I forgot what Thor said! I…" Loki yelled. But Tony gusses his steam ran out. Because he just crashed. A few tears leaked from those green eyes. His legs giving out. He landed on his knees, eyes going cloudy. Shit.

Thor was next to Loki in a second. Once more completely forgetting that he was there at all. Just trying to console the crying child next to him. Loki wasn't listening to him, his hands covered his face as he wept. That's when Tony noticed it. Small sparks of gold and white. Not the normal green magic he was used to seeing.

"Loki! Brother! Please! You have to calm down!" Thor reacted hugging the small child. His face looked frantic. The magic around him kept on sparking. Not as crazy as it had when Loki let loose earlier.

Loki only shook his head. Clearly not aware of what was happening. The magic that was there one moment and gone the next got a little stronger. More stable, not like lighting anymore. But more of a fire growing bigger.

Thor must have known what was happening, he had let go of Loki, slowly backing away. But trying to still say words if comfort. They still fell on deaf ears.

"Loki! There is something I can feel! You must stop, come to your senses!" Thor tried again.

Before Loki could even look at Thor… he was gone. The little boy just poofed away. Where he was sitting just a second before, now empty. Was Tony just that fucked up? He could hear Thor swore under his breath in his native tongue.

"Thor… what just happened?" Tony asked awestruck.

"He teleported. His magic grew and he cast a spell." Thor answered, strain in his tone. He wasn't happy.

The tall man stormed out but not before stopping at the door. "I'm not done with you yet. But I must find my brother." He threatened. Sending shivers down Tony's spine.

He had a feeling what he said would have consciousness but he would also forget what he said at all. He knows he already did.

More drinks. More drinks would help. But his body had other opinions. His vision turned darker. Before he knew it, he was was passed out on the bar.

No dreams for him this time around. Thank god.