Apologizes for the delay but, if I'm gonna be completely honest, I'm a bit tired of writing this. Don't take me wrong, it's been really fun and you guys have been amazing, but I guess I'm just not motivated at the moment :/ I will finish it though, but there might be longer gaps between chapters. Like the one between the last chapter and this one. I will try my best to continue posting as I have before and some chapters might be out quite quick, that totally depends on my inspiration and if there's a lot going on in school.

This chapter is a little boring (in my opinion) but hopefully it explains Percy's and Annabeth's breakup more. And I haven't proofread this at all (I wanted this to come out as quickly as possible, might edit it later) so there's probably more mistakes than normal. If you find any, please tell me :)

Guest: Haha, yeah. Sorry for the cliffhanger. And thank you, I probably need it.

Disclaimer: The plot is mine, the rest is not

The trip back to, what Percy assumed was, his captors headquarters was mostly quiet. His friends sat and whispered among themselves and the superheroes took turns watching him. Right now it was the big blonde with the hammer that was keeping his eyes on him.

But Percy found himself looking at Annabeth. He wondered if any of this would've happened if they had just stayed together. If they hadn't figured out that the love they held for each other wasn't the same as it had been. That even if they still loved each other it wasn't the romantic kind of love anymore. So they decided to break up.

There had been no crying or screaming involved. Just an ordinary conversation where they told each other they wanted the other to be happy. Annabeth wanted to attend the university in New Rome and Percy didn't have any plans yet. He figured he might as well come with her and maybe help Frank, Hazel and Reyna build up the city again.

A few months after they had arrived, Percy had realized he liked guys. It had most likely been building up for a long time, he had just been too busy with everything happening around him and his relationship with Annabeth to notice. But, when everything had calmed down and he finally could feel somewhat safe again, he did. And immediately tried to push it down.

One day when he and Annabeth were taking a coffee together she had caught him staring at the barista. The male, extremely cute, barista. She had looked at him with those clever eyes of hers and then she had asked, with a serious tone, if he liked guys. He had to admit he had been terrified at the time. He had grown up and never considered himself as anything else than heterosexual. And now, suddenly, he wasn't anymore and Annabeth knew.

He had been lucky though. Annabeth had been a huge support and when Jason found out he helped him a lot too. They helped him accept his sexuality. Helped him realize that it was okay to like both genders. That he didn't have to be ashamed of it. He was forever thankful for that.

It could be taken as a bad omen though, that when he finally felt comfortable with himself again and decided to accept Annabeth's offer of being her plus one to a gala in Germany, he was kidnapped. Fate had a funny way to show their appreciation.

Percy suppressed his urge to flinch when a hand settled on his shoulder. When he turned his head he was faced with a glowing blue circle, slowly getting brighter. An extremely familiar blue circle that had been shooting at him only a few hours before.

"He said to follow him, Reindeer Games." The unmistakable metallic voice of Iron Man snarked at him and Percy almost rolled his eyes at the nickname. Was this man really allowed to call himself a superhero? He seemed more like a child in an adult's body. Nonetheless, he stood up and followed the man that had recognized Loki's image.

As soon as he stepped outside he was surrounded. A mix of superheroes, demigods and people who Percy assumed was some sort of special force. Guns were immediately trained on him and he weren't stupid enough to move in that situation. His guards parted to let one man through, an intimidating man with an intense, staring eye and a dangerous expression. Unconsciously, he tensed. Prepared himself of an attack.

"Mister Odinson, you have caused quite a mess here. And I don't like disorders." Percy couldn't keep the smirk from his face, it sounded like the man was talking to a child. But, if he had to spend time around Tony Stark it might not be so strange, Percy supposed. He refocused on the dark skinned man just in time to see his clenched jaw and realized he might've taken his smirk as a defying one. Oh well. Nothing to do about it now.

Seconds later the black clad and armed guards started to escort him through the corridors of the building. They passed a set of windows and when he looked inside his gaze met another man, possibly a scientist since the room looked like a lab of some sort. He smiled and could almost feel the tenseness radiating out from the room.

After a few more minutes they finally arrived in a huge storage room with some sort of glass cage in the middle. Grating walkways surrounded it and one part reached out to what looked like the opening of the cage. He had his suspicions about what it was going to be used as.

The guards aimed their weapons at him until he stepped inside the cage. Then cage was sealed with a glass door that slid so smoothly into place you wouldn't believe it was possible to open if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes.

The the man then proceeded in telling him what would happen if Percy tried to break the glass. It wasn't like he would've tried it either way, but now he was even more firm in not doing that. As a son of Poseidon he had enough problem being this high up, a fall of almost 10.000 meters didn't sound like a good way to feel more comfortable in the air.

When he was finally alone again he sighed. As much as he wanted to be free of Loki's control he felt like he kind of missed the god's presence. At the base he had always been in close proximity with him and he realized he had got used to it. And if you didn't count the part where he was being ordered to do stuff against his will, Loki was pretty nice. Always making sure Percy was alright and if he had been trying to break free by hurting himself again, Loki took care of the wounds and sometimes even petted his hair.

Percy realized with a jolt that he actually wanted to go back to Loki. Not because that was his orders. Because he wanted to. He hoped that these thoughts were normal reactions on the mind control, but a niggling feeling in the back of his mind kept telling him that this wouldn't go away.

Please let this not be true, he begged. Please let this disappear when this is over.