I'm back! Yes, I seem to enjoy writing more than the average person! Know please enjoy this. Remember I do this for fun for your fun. If you are writing a good story you are proud of, send it my way. I love reading new things. Especially HP related. :) Enjoy -'Tastic

A/N 2: Serious about that rec shtuff. As we all know, people are inspired by shtuff. Talking about shtuff. I may or may not make a sequel to my Post Civil War one-shot. We shall see. ;)

Tony fought his way into awareness. Even going as far as attacking the hands that touched him. He felt hands hold him down and strip him from his clothing before forced into something else. He couldn't see a thing under the darkness from the bodies around him and the hands grabbing at him. He made sure to voice his displeasure with wrath as all his hidden weapons were taken, even the ones in his hair.

He was laid out naked and put into a pillow sack imitation and boxers made for the Hulk apparently if the size alone gave any indication on some metal cold slab. He was then cuffed by the ankle to a bed that had holographic floating much like that he had back home. Breathing heavy, he bit hard into a hand that was going to cuff his hand. Backhanded he was released and left un-cuffed as he whipped his head back and snarled deep and angrily in the direction of the hand as he tried to blink the stars from his eyes. He just had to pay for the distraction with a concussion and what promised to be an ugly purple bruise on his cheek later.

"-can starve him into miscarriage, my Liege." An alto voice suggested near him.

Tony struggled twice as much, even managed to break another nose when they approached him. He noticed they all back up after that. They learned mighty quick that the mortal before them was unlike any other and given the chance would harm anyone of them. Maybe not kill but cause a good chunk of pain.

This was their son! Tony shouted in his head before announcing it out loud to deaf ears.

He despaired at the situation. Afghanistan fell heavy in his mind.

"No, that is not my son. I should have snapped the child's neck when the prophecy was made. He is the Harbinger. The one to end the Realms!" Odin informed with a mad narrowed eye.

Had the man been a dog, Tony was sure the supposed God King would be a form of some barking chihuahua with some foam hanging out from its shallow cheek and thick tongue. Instead of telling that to a being who probably would not understand that specific reference, he glared hard and heavy. Enough for most of the female nurses to squeak out loud at the hostility contained toward their King. It was worse than the one he gave Fury when he stepped out of line and this stare made him step back into it. The God King simply scoffed and definitely stared him back. Tony wasn't intimidated and when Odin realizes this, he simply connected eyes with a guard.

"Take the mortal to the dungeons under the clear cells. No cells would be appropriate for this one. No visitors, even from my wife and true son."

The man was not even going to give him comfort of cell bars or stupid clear boxes leaders tend to be fond of. He was throwing him into the dungeons. His son, that wasn't even bigger than an apple seed. Tony internally wailed as they moved forward to un-cuff him from the bed.

"The law will be upheld. All Jötun born at birth on Asgardian soil shall be killed at birth." Odin declared and Tony was lead away kicking and screaming. "Loki's reign of terror ends now!" After they had left and Odin had walked out, Frigga could be seen crying and Thor could be seen frowning.

Two more times Odin had visited him in his tiny dungeon cell.

The first was after a day after being placed inside. He had just barely fallen asleep after fuming at the bleak silent wall, not bothering to do anything but to sleep on the bed when he couldn't help it and eat the tasteless bland meals they gave.

"You will be freed at Loki's birth and banished back to Midgard."

"Banished? I don't even wanna be here cyclops!" That earned him another well bruising backhand from a slap happy guard. Even a bit of blood involved where his teeth meet his cheek.

"It will be done." And so he left.

The next was even more depressing. It was the last person who would speak to him.

"The Harbinger will be given a quick painless death at his birth."

Just a soon as that was said an answer was barked.

"I hope another Harbinger is born to take you down-"

Slaphappy was back and with the same amount of force. Yet another bruise and on the same side. This time blood poured out as skin was pouring down his face from a cut done by a ring attached. Apparently the man thought a ring would change the circumstances. Tony knew his face was now officially wounded by the damned ring where it had bit into his cheek. He had nothing to help the wound heal. Or even keep it from festering This time when they left the door made a large sound as the metal door clang closed.

Silence.

Not even guards could be heard. He had been told the room was sound proof so not even his yells could be heard. Slightly comforted by this he wept. Long hard sobs were released later when the weeping was not enough. His eyes burned and his throat hurt like hell as he yelled at the door. He didn't bother getting up and kicking it. Luckily, he had hidden the key to his ankle chain in his mouth after nicking it from over confident guards. He also scrapped some metal off the nearest guard when he could, a tiny piece of chain mail armor. Tony's hand trembled as he unfolded the blanket he had placed behind his back to keep it warm. Trying not to sob as he noticed how cold it was in the snack he wore and how thin the blanket was. He tried not to think about how he didn't even have the jacket he came with. How the fur would have carried the scent of earth, Thor that he had met at the tower, and home.

It's begun. The cell has been entered and the innocent damned. Till next time -'Tastic