Notes:

Hi!

Sorry to have kept you waiting but I'm finally back with a new chapter! Jeej!
Sing me one last Christmas song was fun to write but I am more than happy to be able to upload another chapter for this story again.

I would like to warn you, the first part will lead to a rape scene so if you're not into that kind of stuff (which I think is perfectly normal!) then please feel free to skip!

This is my first time writing a sex scene so I hope I nailed it or at least didn't screw up. (bad puns intended.) But seriously, please let me know what you think in a review!

Enjoy!


Loki found himself in a familiar room. The cold air chilled his body, the sounds of that same repeated song made his skin shiver and the smell of bleach, blood and sweat turned his stomach.

He had been here before. Twice. He could already feel the nausea brooding in his abdomen.

He stared at the center of the room from the shadows he was standing in. There, spread on a table laid the deathly pale captain, his wrists and ankles tied to the furniture by metal chains. The table had a sturdy look to it, the chains on Steve's wrists were connected to some kind of roller with a lever. Loki didn't take a step closer this time, not really sure whether it was because his body was refusing any form of movement or that he just didn't want to see his friend suffering up close again.

'Good evening, my precious.' Noud hummed as he made his way towards the table, holding a little black bag in hand.

'Let's see how those teeth are growing back.' Noud spoke kindly as he dropped the bag next to the table. He took a dagger, sheathed at his hip, and placed the tip of it on Steve's lips, creating a small cut. 'Now, open wide.'

Steve did as he was told as the high fever had absorbed every drop of energy left in his body.

'Oh how fascinating! Look at all those beautiful white teeth healing just perfectly! It is healing rather slow though, but I guess that can't be helped.' Noud enthusiastically spoke, using the shiny dagger as a mirror as if being a dentist. 'I didn't expect anything less from my favorite Avenger. I really idolize you, you know!'

'P-please… have mercy.' Steve's hoarse voice echoed through the chamber. 'I beg of you...'

Loki could hardly recognize the voice as Steve's, his helpless pleading felt like a dagger piercing his heart.

Noud chuckled. 'As always, that all depends on you, my love.' He took a small plastic box out of the bag, it was filled with fresh fruits, cut into small pieces. He took the lid off and let the fragrances fill the air. Steve swore he would be drooling right now if it wasn't for the dehydration leaving his mouth dry. He could smell the sweats of nature, strawberry, pear, melon, all mixing together like a perfect symphony. Noud took a small piece of strawberry and placed it against Steve's lips. The soldier immediately opened his mouth, almost biting Noud's fingers as he greedily took the juicy fruit from between his fingers and swallowed it without chewing.

The other man smiled sadistically as he slowly fed Steve more pieces, enjoying his power over the helpless Avenger. 'Careful now captain, you haven't eaten for so long, you don't want to upset your stomach.' He placed a piece of pear at Steve's lips, letting his saliva covered fingers glide into the man's mouth as he eagerly took it.

Noud licked his fingers and smiled warm-heartedly as Steve felt a tear running from the corner of his eye. Never had he felt so grateful, so blissed with something so simple as fruit.

Noud hand-fed every piece of fruit till there was nothing left. He leaned forward and softly kissed the Captain's chapped lips, savoring the sweetness of the fruit's juices.

'You see Steve, I love you. I love every inch of you. I want every inch of you.' He whispered in his ear while letting his hands greedily glide over the solder's chest and down to his lower abdomen. 'You'll accept me, won't you?' He pressed his lips onto his neck, giving wet kisses and licking his skin. Steve tried to move in an automatic reflex, turning his head as the man placed rough kisses on his tightly shut mouth. Noud sat back up and stared at Steve with fierce eyes, he threw the plastic box against the wall in anger.

'I see how it is.' He reacted calmly. 'You don't long for my touch, do you? For my warmth? Imprisoned for almost three months and I still have to teach you to love me.'

'No, please… I-I'm sorry.' The words came out as nothing but a broken whisper. 'I… am so sorry…!'

'Well, so am I Rogers but you leave me no choice.' Noud stood up and placed the tip of his index and middle finger on Steve's lips who started to shake heavily under his touch. 'Don't worry dearest, soon you'll have learned how to love me, how to accept me. How to please me.' He placed a gentle kiss on the frightened captain's forehead then thrusted his fingers deep into the man's throat.

Steve's eyes watered as his gag reflex took over. He coughed heavily as his mouth filled with a cocktail of vomit and bile. He turned his head and let the mixture run over his cheek. He could feel it crawling under the nape of his neck and into his hair.

'I heard you still don't like the vibranium little box I gave you. A bit too small, I believe was the complaint.' Noud stood up and walked to the head of the table, he wrapped his fingers around the lever which was connected to the roller. 'Well then, we better make sure you can stretch out those cramped muscles, don't you think?' He pulled the lever which strained the chains and thus, stretching Steve's body.

Loki turned his head and shut his tearing eyes as the desperate cries of his friend drummed into his ears. Every second that passed by felt like hours, every plead for mercy so desperate he felt like his heart was being torn apart. The man kept pulling the lever, smiling like it was nothing, for what seemed like hours.

'You know Steve, I think one more pull on this lever and something will defiantly pop.' Noud spoke casually, not really sure if the captain could hear him over the sound of his sobbing.

'Please… please I beg of you… N-no more…'

'Hmm… Let's turn this into a game, shall we? I'll pull the lever one more time. If something snaps, I win and I get to play with you a little longer. If it doesn't… I'll free you from this rack and give you a drink and some food. Have we got a deal?'

Steve eagerly nodded, he prayed in silence that his body would hold on just a little longer. Just one more pull, one more inch and he would be free from this torture device.

'Here we go… one… two…!' At the count of three, Noud pulled the lever. Loki held his breath in anticipation as he focused all his concentration on his hearing. He felt a strange combination of relief and helplessness for the only thing he could hear were the spine-shivering cries of his friend. Steve closed his eyes and tried to take control of his breathing. It was over, it was finally over.

'How disappointing…' Noud's dark voice was filled with irritation. 'Well, a deal is a deal I guess.'

Loki sighed in relief and closed his eyes as he leaned against the wall. Finally, maybe with this outcome, this nightmare, this cursed fantasy would end as well.

His eyes were teared open again as he heard the heavy clicking sound of the lever being pulled again and again and again mixed with Steve's terrified screams and crying.

'I really, really don't like losing Steve!' Noud smiled frantically as he kept pulling the lever in rapid movements.

The loud popping sound that followed brought Loki to his knees. Steve screamed from the top of his lungs as both his arms were pulled from their sockets.

'I win!' Noud laughed childishly. He led go of the lever and took a small key from his pocket. 'I can't wait to claim my prize.' He unlocked the chains on Steve's ankles and turned the man to his stomach with ease which rewarded him with a loud cry. He took the knife from his hip and started cutting into the fabric of Steve's suit. He started at the small of his back and continued his way down to his thighs, leaving a red line in his skin.

'I wonder… am I your first?' Noud whispered in Steve's ear as he leaned over his back, careful not to come into contact with the vomit still sticking onto his skin and hair.

Steve felt a shiver running from the nape of his neck all the way down to his toes. He didn't dare to ignore the man, afraid of being punishment again. 'F-first…?' He managed to whisper between his constant sobbing.

'Ow, you know what? Don't answer, I want to find out myself.' He tore off the piece of fabric, leaving Steve's lower back, ass and thighs completely bared. 'All that grace, all that body… all mine.' He placed his cold hands on Steve's ass making the man hiss at the sudden touch. He smiled and placed his index finger at his entrance.

'N-no… No, please don't…!' Steve pleaded weakly as he had almost lost his voice completely. Whether it was caused by the fever, the bile still burning in his sore throat or by his constant screaming and crying he did not know.

'Don't worry, love. First time always hurts but I'll make sure you'll learn to love it and eventually even long for it.' Noud forced his index and middle finger all the way into Steve's entrance and started to move them against his soft, tightened walls.

Steve squirmed at the unfamiliar touch while he started gasping franticly. He tried to crawl away but failed as his legs would hardly move.

Noud pulled his fingers from Steve's hole and started to unbuckle his pants. 'I've known you for about three months now and I know you're a tough guy. You won't need much foreplay now do you?' He took out his already hard member and placed it against Steve's sore entrance. 'Plus, the tighter the better.' He chuckled softly.

'Please… please I beg of you…! H-have mer-' Steve's plead was cut short as Noud forced his way into his ass. He cried and tried to scream but his voice failed him. He could feel a warm liquid dripping down the inside of his thigh as the burning pain started to increase.

'So tight… Just as I thought,-' Noud panted as he let his fingers glide over Steve's inner thigh. '-still a virgin.' He smiled while slamming deeper into his hostage, his tight grip on the man's hips causing his skin to bruise. 'No harm done though, the blood will suffice as a lubricant.' He let his hand slip to Steve's limp member and stroke it roughly. 'You have no idea how honored I feel, captain. For you to let me take your virginity… you make me feel so special.' He moaned as he felt precum dripping from the head of his cock. Mixing it with the blood from Steve's violently torn walls. 'It feels so good S-Steve. The heat of your fever… It's amazing!'

Steve shut his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth, trying his best to save what little sanity he had left and escape to a safe place in his mind. He tried so hard to think of his friends and those precious moments they had together. The constant arguing with Tony over whether his Harley needed some Stark tech weaponry installed. Going to the movies with Clint which always ended up in the archer explaining the concept of CGI. Training and sparring with Thor to the point where they almost destroyed S.H.I.E.L.D.S.'s entire gym. Drawing in the warm afternoon sun while sitting side by side with the reading trickster who sometimes looked up from his book to peek at his sketches. All those dear memories, collected in a peaceful place inside his head. He started to feel his harsh reality slipping through his fingers.

'Lo-ki…' Steve mumbled softly without even noticing.

Hearing the blonde calling his name made Loki jump to his feet. He wiped his tears on his sleeve and ran towards the table to stand in front of his captain.

'… … …?!'

Loki cursed in frustration for his disability of speech. He wanted to let Steve know he was there with him, for him. He tried placing his hands on the captain's in an attempt to make contact but just like the last time, his touch went unnoticed. His hands went straight through the man's body like a ghost, unable to touch.

'Loki?' Noud stopped his thrusting, his fingers digging deeper into Steve's hips. 'Did you just say Loki?' His voice was dark and Steve could feel his fierce gaze burning in the back of his head.

Steve's trembling increased and he felt a cold sweat breaking free from every inch of his body. He tried to speak but there was no sound when he opened his mouth.

'You think of him while I pleasure you?! HUH?!' Noud roared, his nails digging deep into Steve's hips, draining blood. He turned Steve to his back and held the man's knees against his chest. He started thrusting into him as hard and as deep as he could.
Loki watched in tears as Steve struggled to keep his consciousness. He started to pray for the man to lose his awareness and let himself fall into oblivion.

Noud's body started to jerk heavily after a few more hard thrusts. He pressed his leaking cock deep into the soldier as he came. Steve felt the lukewarm liquid filling him up and dripping from his ass as Noud pulled out.

'You see Steve,-' He panted. 'I'm a much better lover than that venomous snake could ever be.' He buckled up his pants and kissed Steve's chapped lips. 'Now then, you must be tired. I'll send my men to help you back into your box so you can rest.' He placed another kiss on the man's cheek. 'Get some rest my love. We'll see each other again real soon.'

And with that, the God's world went black.


Loki felt tears rolling down his icy skin as he sat naked on the floor of his cell, his knees pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs. The Allfather had send everybody out of the courtroom, leaving only Loki, and the Einherjar holding him down. He stripped him of his Seiðr, and commended his men, who took him to Asgard's deepest dungeons, to take his clothes, revealing all of his grotesque Jötunn form.

The royal seamstress had honored him with a visit after his clothes were taken. He was strapped to a table and saw how the old woman took out a golden thread and needle. She walked towards him and spoke with a creaky voice; 'A silver tongue speaks only the language of chaos. Let this thread cease your infernal deceits and forever cover the color of deception in your eyes.'

She placed the needle on his lips and sewed his mouth shut. Without his Seiðr to sooth the horrid pain and stop the bleeding, Loki had passed out right after she had pierced his eyelids, only to wake up alone in this cursed cell.

His body started heaving heavily at the thought of his nightmare and he could feel bile forcing its way through his esophagus. He wanted to open his mouth and throw up but couldn't, so he had to swallow the burning substance down.

He had lived a life filled with lies, his hands dripping with the blood of the innocent. He sighed.

What better way for his life to end?


'I can't believe that little shit tricked us- again! Death penalty my ass! That's way too easy, he should just rot in jail for the rest of his life!' Tony roared as he restlessly paced back and forth in the oversized guest room.

'Tony, relax. It's… it's over, in a few minutes the guards will come get us and we can go back home. We can then go to S.H.I.E.L.D., and discuss this with Fury.' Steve spoke softly as he sat on a white couch, staring out the window.

'Relax? Relax?! How could I relax?! How can you be so relaxed? I knew I should have just refused Thor the day he came knocking at my door and begging me to take in that jackass! I knew I should have said no but I had to be a good guy! I had to feel sorry for Thor's burden of a brother and I took him in! I should have…! I should have just convinced Thor to give up on that fucking parasite.'

'I don't think Thor is the kind of guy that can be persuaded so easily.' Steve took a deep breath and sighed. 'Okay, Thor's missing, time to think of a plan. Loki spoke of paintings and how he would be "next". Any idea what that was all about?'

Tony stared at the Steve for a second before sitting down next to him. It was almost strange to hear Rogers talk with such determination again, but he was really happy to hear him talk like the captain he used to know. 'We followed coordinates found on a flash drive at Hydra's base after saving you. They led to an abandoned warehouse in Poland where we found some paintings showing how Hydra would break us, just- just like they did with you.' Tony swallowed thickly, trying his best to leave the nervousness from his voice. 'There were paintings from each of us and Fury told us he had reasons to assume Loki would be their next target. He didn't want to show the painting cause Loki had asked him not to do, so I don't know any details.'

Both men remained silent for a few minutes.

'Have you haven't actually seen the painting?' Steve eventually said, breaking the silence.

'No. I've seen mine, Nat and Clint's… and yours.'

Steve nodded. 'What if Fury was wrong?'

'What do you mean?'

'What if Loki wasn't the one they were going for next? What if it was Thor?'

'Then why would Loki take the blame? How exactly would he benefit from admitting killing his brother in front of that douche? He wasn't even surprised to hear of Thor's disappearance.'

The door swung open and the two Avengers stood face to face with the queen of Asgard.

'Your majesty, what great timing…' Tony greeted her with a little blush on his face as both he and Steve jumped to their feet.

'Roué Man of Iron, Great Captain of America… Warriors of earth, I stand here before you, not as queen of Asgard, not as a Goddess of Æsir but as a concerned mother.' She stated, her stance graceful and strong but unbalanced by worry. 'I can, and will not believe that Loki deceived Thor and took his life.'

'Roué…?' Tony mumbled.

'Neither do we, your highness.'

'We?' Tony glared at Steve who ignored his repeat.

'Then please, will you help me uncover the truth? Has anything happened to him during his reside on earth?'

'With all due respect your grace, but your son admitted to his crime. He took Thor's life, he said so himself.'

'As you have most likely noticed by now, my son is well-known for his skilled ways of twisting truths and alter realities.'

'Yes, he's a liar, we know. But why would he lie about something like this? His sorry screams for attention from his dad seemed pretty real to me and even if it was all staged, the question remains why he would do such a thing. Killing his brother, surely he knew Odin would send him to his grave.' Tony had to admit he felt sorry for the Goddess. He did not want to believe Thor was dead either, and definitely not by the hands of his younger and, whether Loki liked it or not, weaker brother.

'I do not know of his motives…' Frigga shamefully admitted. 'I waited for him to be taken out of the courtroom and tried to reason with him but he did not answer my questions… He only smiled at me as the Einherjar took him to the dungeons but I am curtain I saw sadness and despair in his eyes!'

'Can we try talking to him?' Steve asked, taking a step forward.

'I am afraid Loki's imprisonment is bound with solitude so visiting him is prohibited for the two of you. The only company he is allowed is that of the guard offering him his meal.'

'Then we'll dress up as guards. We bring Loki his food and ask him some questions. No one will suspect a thing. You can help us arrange that, right?' Tony said realizing he had no choice. He knew that once the captain was set on something, there would be no way of changing his mind. But to be honest, he didn't really mind, it was nice to see Steve so determined again and maybe this talk would give them both some closure.

'Good idea, we'll get some answers out of him and report to you right away, ma'am'

Frigga smiled. 'Sir Stark, sir Rogers, I am now starting to understand why both my sons placed their trust in you and your fellow warriors. Very well,-' She lifted her hands. 'Do not dread, this shall not harm you in any way.' Her hands emitted in a green glow, her Seiðr embraced the two men and disguised their clothes, changing them with gear worn by the royal guards. 'I shall take you to the kitchen, follow my lead and refrain from speaking unless you are spoken to, is that understood?'

Both men nodded and did as they were told. They followed the Goddess through the many halls of the Asgardian palace which started to feel more and more like a maze. They fetched a plate with a simple meal containing two slices of bread, a small piece of cheese, a few grapes and a glass of water. They continued to the far back of the palace and stopped in front of an old wooden door.

'Go through this entrance and down the stairs. There you will find Loki's cell, guarded by six well trained and well-armed men. Tell them you come offering a meal to Lok- to the discarded. Do not speak more than needed. And please, mind your manner of speech. I shall remain here and wait your return.'

'You're not coming with us? I-I mean,-' Steve cleared his throat and lowered his voices. 'Wilt thou not company us?'

Frigga smiled warm-heartedly while Tony struggled not to burst into laughter at Steve's attempt to talk like an Asgardian.

'The word "thou" is rather unusual, even in our manners. But it does sound more… authentic.' Her warm smile disappeared. 'There is one more thing, Loki is… his looks have changed ever since my husband took his Seiðr.'

'So he's in his Jötunn form now?' Tony asked.

'You know of his origins?' Frigga asked surprised.

'He has told us about it, but nothing detailed. Only that he was different.'

Frigga nodded. 'Well, please try not sound too repulsed by his appearance. To me he is of unknown beauty, Jötunn or Æsir it makes no difference but… he thinks of himself is a monstrosity…'

'Don't worry ma'am. I've seen a man with skin shrivled tightly to his skull, with a facial color as red as hell's fire so I think I'll be alright.'

'and I have seen terrorist, you know, also pretty scary…. Ow, and Chitauri! Nah, we'll be fine. Let's go cap, wait any longer and those grapes will be raisins by the time we get to Lokes.' Tony opened the creaky doors and walked through.

'Lokes?' Frigga asked surprised, her eyes wide.

'It's a nickname. Don't worry, we'll be right back.'

Tony and Steve entered the dungeons, walked down the stairs and, just like Frigga had told, were greeted by six men guarding the door to Loki's cell. The room was lit with torches and they both expected it to be cold and damp, but it was warm till the point where it became hard to properly breath.

'State your reason of call.' One of the guards spoke.

'We came offering a meal to the discarded.' Tony wiped a drip of sweat from his forehead. The warmth, uncomfortable helmet, tacky yellow cape and heavy armor and shield made it difficult to keep up his act.

'State your name.'

'S-Steven Rogerson.'

'Anthony Starkson.'

The guard nodded at Steve who was holding Loki's plate. 'Only one is allowed.'

Steve took a quick glance at Tony before stepping forward. 'That is understood.'

The guards moved aside and opened the door to Loki's cell. 'We will close the door once you've entered to reduce chances of escaping. Knock on the door if you wish to return, call and we will aid you.'

Steve nodded, stepped inside and waited for the guards to close the door.

'Loki…?' He took a few careful steps while blinking, adjusting his eyes to the dim lights. There, in the corner of the room he saw a huddled, dark blue form. He was chained to the floor and walls by his neck, wrists, ankles, and waist, his chest heaving.

'Loki!' Steve took of his helmet and dropped it to the floor together with the plate. He kneeled in front of the Jötunn. 'Loki, it's me, Steve.' He placed his hands on his shoulders.

'Guah!' Steve hissed and withdrew his hands. Loki felt like ice, he could feel it freezing his fingers through the thick gloves. Loki tried to make himself even smaller and placed his hands on his face, covering his eyes and mouth as best as he could without suffocating.

'Is anything the matter in there?!' Steve could hear the guard calling from the other side of the wall.

'All is well! It was mere clumsiness on my behalf!' He answered calmly.

'Loki it's okay, I'm not scared of you. Sure, I'm surprised but… you're absolutely stunning...'

Loki shook his head without moving his hands. His heaving seemed to be getting worse.

'… listen I don't have much time, I'm here with Tony, he's waiting outside. Your mother came to us and asked us for help, we won't believe you killed Thor!' Steve whispered. He waited for Loki's respond, but got none. 'Loki! Please, let us help you! Say something, anything!' He grabbed Loki's wrist, ignoring the ice burn and pulled his hands from his face.

Shock was Steve's first reaction to the blood covered face, soon followed by intense worry and sorrow. Covered in sweat, dried up blood and tears, Loki weakly tried to push the captain away. He turned his face to the wall in an attempt to cover his sewed eyes and mouth.

'Loki… Who did this to you? Did your father…? Don't worry! I'll contact your mother! I'm sure she'll get you out of here in no time!' He let go of his wrists and reached for his helmet but stopped as Loki made a whimpering sound. He turned around and saw Loki searching for his hand while shaking his head and breathing heavily through his nose.

'You can't stop me! I won't just let them get away with this!'

Loki shook his head again and, with trembling hands, cut his wrist with his fingernail. He carefully scanned the floor with the tip of his fingers and brushed away some dust. He placed his index finger on the small cut, letting it soak in blood and then placed it on the ground and tried to write.

DO NOT TELL
PLEASE!

'How can you expect me to stay quiet about this?!' He kneeled again. 'Loki please… when I was… when I was being held captive… there was no one I could turn to…! No one in there who would help me but I can help you…! And whatever it is that happened between you and Thor, well, we'll figure something out!' He placed his hands on Loki's shoulders, his fingers gone numb from frostbite. 'Please, let us help you…'

Loki shook his head again and slowly crawled on his knees. He tapped on the blood-written text on the ground and folded his hands, praying to Steve.

'Loki…'

'Soldier Rogerson! I command you to come out at once or we shall enter!'

'I shall leave now! Just give….! Please, grand me one moment!' Steve answered. 'I'll find a way to get you out of here. I promise.' He placed a gentle kiss on the raven's forehead, careful not to let out a painful hiss.

He covered his hand in dirt and smeared it over the floor, erasing the text. He put his helmet back on, grabbed the plate and knocked on the door. 'I wish to leave.'

The door opened and Steve stood face to face with a guard who looked at him in suspicion. Steve didn't look away and handed the plate to him. 'I tried to convince him but he would not eat.' He walked past the guards and up the stairs.

'Well then, enjoy.' Tony made a quick smile and followed the captain. They opened the door where, as promised, Frigga stood waiting on the other side.

'Got anything useful, Rogers?' Tony half whispered as he closed the door behind them.

'We need to find Thor, now.'


Notes:

And that's it for this chapter.

What do you think? Did Loki kill Thor? Was it Hydra? Or someone /something completely different? Will our avengers be able to uncover the truth before it's to late?

Find out in the next chapter as more questions will be answered!

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