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A/N: Chapter Eight, finally. It was hard to write and I genuinely took my time with it. So I'll just start it right away.

WARNING:: Violence- I know there has been violence before, but not like this.

I was terrified, I didn't want to be, but I was. The strange thing was though, it wasn't the fact that I was being threatened, it was the fact that Loki was there. The fear in his eyes. I didn't want him to feel fear. I didn't want him to worry. And I knew for a fact he didn't want to worry.

"I will say it again," there was a growl to the thing's voice- an almost twisted satisfaction. "What way, do you fear most?"

The way it is right now. I mentally screamed. I didn't want Loki to have to stand there and watch. I met eyes with Loki, trying desperately to make him disappear. But, it was almost as if he couldn't move.

The thing snickered, "Oh, you do not want him to be there..." it grabbed my face forcefully, making me look at Loki, "Well, he will be there... for every second we torture you."

I shut my eyes tightly. This wasn't happening- it couldn't be happening. Where was everyone else on the ship? Where was Tony? They could stop this... or at least, pull Loki away.

"Let's start slow..." a small knife was handed to the thing. It snickered, twirling it in it's hand. It smiled at me, putting the knife against my cheek till I could feel the blood trailing down my cheek.

"That's enough!" Loki's voice. I knew that without having to open my eyes. I opened them anyway, seeing him approach the thing with great speed.

"Make one more movie and I'll slit her throat." it hissed back at him, glaring. Loki stopped in his tracks. "I didn't think so..."

The thing grinned back down at me, cutting quickly against my cheek. I winced and let out a small squeal of pain. It chuckled, "You should make noises like that more often.. it's more satisfying that way."

I glared, but tears stung my eyes from the pain of my cheek. I had to blink them back now, I wasn't about to cry.

"Where should we cut next...?" the thing mused. "Loki, where do you think?"

"You are sick." Loki spat.

The thing smiled a twisted smile, "Well now, improper cooperation causes a bad time for your pretty girlfriend..."

Loki's look was dark, terrifying. He didn't even deny the 'girlfriend' part. The thing looked at me, and cut against my other cheek. "Nothing wrong with symmetry."

I shut my eyes, shuddering. It hurt, I couldn't deny that. I could feel the blood run down my cheeks, occasionally tasting the mixture of rust and salt. "Please stop..." Loki's voice sounded broken, which made me want to cry. "She has not done anything."

"Loki... it's okay." I spoke up, trying my best to sound soothing. "You should go... don't force yourself to watch this..."

"We will only torture you longer if he leaves." the thing remarked coldly.

"Either way, you are going to kill me..." I spat in response, then turned my attention to Loki. "Please, leave... I'm asking you to, I don't want you to have to be worried..."

"I cannot just leave you..." Loki croaked. I wanted to hug him. He looked so sad... so... vulnerable.

"You can..."

The thing grabbed a fist full of my hair, yanking it back with no mercy whatsoever. "Shut up." it hissed, "I can't take this sappy love. Why would you love him anyway? He is a monster, he tried to destroy your entire race."

I couldn't help but let tears slip, "He's not a monster!" I shouted defensively.

"You poor thing... I almost feel sorry for you... You are being completely manipulated." it smirked, "You do realize he is the God of lies? He could probably make you believe anything he said. You really think someone like him could love? Especially someone like you..."

"Shut up!" I shouted.

It pulled my hair more, "He doesn't care about you... you are for his own gain."

I shut my eyes tightly, "Stop talking!"

"And Stark..." the thing snickered, I could hear it in it's voice. "He'd flirt with anything that breathes. You think that you mean anything to him...? You're just meant for his amusement. You're meant to be a toy."

Tears were streaming now, I couldn't keep them in, my vision was blurry. I could hear Loki trying to talk- trying to soothe. But it's voice was too loud, it echoed, it burned in my brain.

"That's all you are born for... As a toy. So other people can play. But let me tell you this..." it yanked me close, it's mouth pressed against my ear, "Once toys grow tiresome, they are thrown out."

It pulled me toward it, then slammed me back against the wall. I couldn't see, my vision was blurry. Loki was trying to stop him, I knew that by the blur of Loki's figure. But I couldn't hear, my ears were ringing, my ability to stay awake slowly fading, and by the time I was barely hanging on- I felt a stinging underneath my ribs, and allowed myself to be engulfed in the darkness.

Loki's POV

I couldn't scream. I couldn't cry. I couldn't do anything. I could only stare. The things disappeared, with no trace. I couldn't take the time to think of where they had gone to. My mind was racing. She was on the ground, bleeding and unconscious.

I was frantic, I moved to her side, gently moving up her shirt to see the stab she had taken to the side, it was deep and bleeding out. I looked around frantically, taking off my cape and using it to wrap around her stomach and side. I pressed it down. It would do for the moment- but not long.

"Reindeer games!?" the arrogant voice could only belong to Tony Stark. I shut my eyes, not caring that he had seen me, my mind was too focused on her.

"I really cannot explain myself to you right now!" I shouted, I could feel tears. I mentally cursed at myself for being this emotional around him. But I wasn't going to be able to stop. "I need your help."

"Why would I help you?" Tony asked suspiciously, moving closer. It was obvious he had yet to see her.

I moved, revealing her. His eyes widened and he rushed over, "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER!?"

"I didn't do it..." I could barely think, let alone say the words. "Those things did..."

Tony cursed many times under his breath, lifting her up. "I don't have time to put you in a cage, so you are going to have to come with me."

"That's not an issue..." I said, staring at her.

"Then let's get her to Banner."

I feel sort of bad for doing that to Sid... But, it had to be done... So, I have to ask, was I alright at the whole 'violence' thing, because I tried... really hard. Anyway, got to get to updating Beauty and the Jotun!

Have a nice day/night~