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When Loki awoke the next morning, it was to the sore throb of pain between his legs. Luckily, the Chitauri had left him on the floor, giving the god's arms a much-needed reprieve.
The smell of spent seed and dried sweat caused his stomach to flip unpleasantly, the memories of the previous night doing nothing to relieve the overpowering nausea. Turning his head, Loki heaved dryly, briefly thankful that he hadn't been given any food.
Straightening back against the wall, the god closed his eyes for a long moment before forcing them back open. The damned Chitauri had yet to break him, but, if they traveled along the same path they were treading, his body likely wouldn't agree.
Flame seared through his lower stomach as he shifted once more, causing him to freeze immediately. Hands still bound, Loki dropped his head against the backs of them, focusing his energy on listening for footsteps.
He didn't have to wait long.
Although it was nearly impossible to tell one Chitauri from another, the two that entered appeared to be different from those who had violated the god. Loki tensed as the beasts moved closer, and was unsurprised when the familiar ache returned to his arms as they restored him to his previous position.
Much to the captive's surprise, they simply turned and exited once this had been done. They did not return, and no others entered.
There was only the heat.
It began the instant the door closed, amplifying until Loki was forced to blink rapidly every few seconds to clear the stinging sweat from his eyes. It ran down his back and chest, dripping from his chin and nose.
After what he predicted was about an hour, the door opened once more, the lack of dull clicks giving away the identity of his visitor. The Other crossed the room, wasting no time in pressing something to its captive's spine that sent a blazing agony through his flesh. This sensation crawled through him, leaving no skin untouched.
It was only after The Other had left that Loki realized what had happened: somehow, his visitor had managed to peel back the white that protected his true skin, exposing sapphire-blue flesh to the cruelty of the heat.
It only took another half hour of this treatment before the god was rendered unconscious, throat sore from holding back screams.