Hello my lovely readers, now before you get to comfortable reading this ridiculously long chapter just a warning, there's not too much sweetness or fluff in here (like I ever write anything other than angst anyway). And….if you are at all freaked out by molestation then well…I'm just giving you a little warning that it is in this chapter (although if you are then you probably shouldn't be reading this story in the first place). I just thought I should put it out there so no one gets to angry with me.

Thor:

He was staring at his phone after school, trying to figure out who to call. Because Thor defiantly needed someone right now, somebody that he could hang out with and play video games until he forgot about all the angst and desperation in his house. But who? Steve or Clint maybe but they were hanging out with their girlfriends tonight, not Sif she was pissed at him again, he had no idea why, but that was women for you. With a sigh he keyed in his last resort.

"Hey dude" Fandral answered the phone sounding out of breath and Thor smirked.

"What is up with you always being out of breath when I call you man?"

Fandral laughed low in his throat and whispered into the phone. "Got a bird over"

The blonde senior ran a broad hand through his hair and walked down the hall, noticing the absence of Loki's music, he glanced inside his baby brother's room to find it surprisingly empty. "Every time I call you?"

Fandral snickered lightly, ok he defiantly sounded like he was with somebody. "Most times yeah"

"Damn dude" Thor laughed, slightly disgusted (after all he had only ever had two girlfriends, Sif and Jane) but knowing what was expected of him. "Want to come over once you're done?"

"Yeah, why not, I'll be over there soon."

"Kay, see you in a bit" Thor flipped his phone closed and stepped inside Loki's room, glancing around guiltily, no one else was home but he couldn't help but feel as if he was intruding on something secret and any second now he would be caught.

Loki:

The phone was snapped shut with a noise that sounded like a gun shot in the quiet room. Loki stood pressed against the back wall of Fandral's bedroom. The blonde senior was laughing softly to himself, leaning against the closed door.

"Guess who that was?" he drawled and Loki cringed, why had he let himself into this situation again, how the hell could he be so weak and easy? He had gone through the rest of his day in a fog until receiving a text from a number he didn't know. It was an address, that was it. So he went home and dropped off his things before hurrying to the nearby house, mentally trying to distance himself from the terrible thing that he was about to do. And the worst part was Fandral had known that he would come; they both knew that it was either this or telling his secret to everyone. And Loki would rather die than let that happen, at least this way he had Tony.

"Thor" he whispered, it was almost physically impossible for him to utter the name that haunted him.

Fandral smiled almost kindly at him. "I don't mind if you moan his name again."

"Oh how very sweet and caring of you, allowing me to moan someone else's name while you rape me." That dreaded word was venom in his mouth and he practically spat it out, hating the sound of something so ugly.

Fandral laughed, all low and deadly "You came to me, Loki. Who would ever believe the word of a slutty little boy who wants his brother over that of a well rounded senior who plays football?" he walked closer to Loki, one foot directly in front of the other, slowly, like approaching a scared animal. When he was close enough he leaned down and swept the younger boy's fall of black hair out of his face with a single, sooth motion. "Come on baby, why are you so cold? At that party before you betrayed your own secret you were crazy for me." He laughed at the outraged look on Loki's face. "Oh don't deny it, I didn't even have to say anything and you practically dragged me to that bedroom."

And Loki realizes just how true that is. He had been thinking of that night just as one big blur of pain and horror but he had gone to Bruce Banner's bedroom with Fandral. Just a single look of want from the blonde, once considered desirable senior and he was gone, floating in a sea of 'oh my god someone that is friends with the greatest person on earth (Thor) wants me'. So if he ever went to someone and confessed the whole horrid affair Fandral still would end up on top. Everyone from school had been there, the whole junior and senior classes and quite a few sophomores who knew Loki, if asked they would surely remember two drunken boys staggering and grabbing at each other before they disappeared into a room. To any onlooker Loki had consented, but…..then…..well he had. Until it went too far, until he, as Fandral had put it, betrayed his own secret. Then it had turned into the nightmare, that's when all of the fun and teenage desire flew out the window, or at least for Loki it had.

"You had planned this for a long time hadn't you?" he asked softly, leaning against the wall and letting his limbs go languid, trying to ease the tension in the room, trying to pretend he was anywhere but here. Fandral let his thin fingers trace their way down his neck, tracing complex patterns that made no sense to Loki.

"Yes" he hissed, leaning forward, cupping the back of Loki's head with one strong hand to hold him in place and sucking at his neck. Loki stiffened, he was frozen to the spot, unable to move, because if he did oh he would just collapse and die. This corrupted life was not one that he wanted to live. If only Tony could see him now, he wouldn't look at him with shining, trusting eyes then.

"So…..so did you know…..about how I felt about-." he asked, still wanting answers but was cut off by Fandral jerking him forward and onto the bed, he hit the overly soft mattress with a gasp.

"No talking" The senior grinned, already tugging at the buttons of his shirt.

Loki put a hand up "Please, I'm….I came here willingly, couldn't you just answer my question?"

"Answer your questions and let you have your little boy toy? You drive a hard bargain Loki."

The darker boy was silent, starting at his toes he tried desperately to relax himself; he worked his way upward, throughout his body, trying to put off the inevitable breakdown, using the techniques he had learned from long ago therapy. Back when he had been a weird little kid who clung a bit too desperately to his mother, and so had been placed in counseling with an old hippie woman who freaked him out, most of the time he would cry and make up fake anxieties just to get her off of his case. He sighed in relief as the memories detached him slightly from the situation, made it possible to go on.

"I'm making this easy for you Fandral" He copied the older teen's drawl and forced a smirk on his face, gazing up at him from annoyingly submissive position (flat on his back), Loki rose up on his elbows and made wide, vulnerable eyes at the blonde. "Please? I just want to know."

Fandral laughed "Little manipulative bitch." His eyes were annoyed little blue slits and Loki knew that he was really getting pissed off now, he was getting impatient. But he always had to keep up that façade of charm, even around someone who already knew what a monster he was.

"Fine then, I knew about your unnatural feelings for Thor. I can be just as much of a genius as you Loki, just instead of books my talents lay….elsewhere."

"In manipulating and hurting people" Loki said flatly.

"Don't act like you aren't just as bad as I am. You string people along terribly babe." His hands were darting and twitching their way to Loki's waistband, already bored and past what they were talking about. Loki gasped aloud as fingers, burning with desire and disgust touched his bare skin.

"Wait…..just please wait." The words practically fell out of his mouth, he was scarcely aware of it though. Somehow he had kept himself from really believing that it was going to happen again, nothing so horrible could happen twice right? No one's life could be this bad.

But no, it was happening, and he could not talk or charm his way out of this. Unbidden cries were escaping him as clothes were pulled away like they were nothing.

Thor:

Honestly Thor didn't know why he was doing this, sneaking around his brother's room glancing around awkwardly. He had been practically compelled to step inside and look around at Loki's private life. A few spent incense sticks were scattered on his dresser along with eyeliner, coconut lotion, and a few crumpled pieces of paper. Thor opened one carefully and stared.

A note, just a typical note that bored kids would pass back and forth in class. But…oh…..he certainly knew who this was that his brother was writing.

Hey Gorgeous.

Tony…enough with the sneaking into my study hall…..I do need to actually study you know.

What a downer. But a cute one. ;) Why did you leave lunch like that? We were all waiting for you to come back and you never did.

Sorry, I had to go do something.

Short, dark, and mysterious. I always did like that. Want to hang out after school?

I'm not that short, you're just ridiculously tall. Sorry but I can't hang out.

Ok…we're fine though right? I had fun with your friends during lunch (well not Logan) and since you introduced me to them well…I just assumed that we had something.

Nooo…Tony we're fine…..I'm sorry my life is so crazy right now. But you and I are good.

Better than good I hope.

We're great.

Oh my god is it weird that I read that in Tony the tiger's voice? Sorry ignore me.

HAHAHAH. That made my life.

The rest of the note went on with lots of weird humor that wasn't funny to him, so Thor crumpled it up again and placed it back on the dresser, stepping backwards to fall onto the bed.

Why did it feel so wrong for his brother to have a boyfriend? Maybe just because he still couldn't get past the memory of Loki huddled against Bruce Banner's headboard naked and shivering. Nothing could be normal again after seeing someone he thought he knew so broken down and raw. How could Loki act so normal and happy sometimes and then other times just as shattered and yet distant as he had been that horrible night? If only Loki would talk to him, tell him who had done this horrid thing and how had Loki allowed it to happen. Then Thor would understand what to do, how to take revenge for his brother, throw the horrible person in jail where they would get what was coming to them.

He shook his head clear of those evil, scary thoughts and glanced at his phone. Fandral had said he would come over but Thor didn't want to be in this house that didn't feel like a home with Loki absent. He patted his pockets, checking that his keys were there, got up and left his baby brother's box of a room.

Logan:

Music pounded through the headphones that dangled from Logan's hand, he had tugged them out as soon as he saw Victor walking down the road, hands shoved deep in his pockets and head down. Logan grinned and then quickly hid it, Victor would have gotten a kick out of that genuine smile, he would have laughed at how cute it made Logan look, and Logan didn't do cute. The junior stood up from his perch on the curb outside his house and stood waiting for the younger teen to reach him.

"Hey Logan" Victor smiled his way up to his friend, his dark hair flipped out of his eyes by the wind, scar on his cheek thrown into shadow.

Logan raised his eyebrows "I don't remember us making plans?" he questioned, hoping that his blunt words would throw the younger off.

Victor once again caught him off guard though "Well remember you said that the foster parents" he put the word in air quotes while rolling his eyes "were taking the boys out to dinner while you babysat Sara? I decided to offer up my services."

Offer up my services.

Offer up my services.

Damn Victor just tie Logan's stomach up in knots why don't you? The older teenager felt his cheeks heat up at all that those words implied and he couldn't help the images that his lovely imagination provided.

He traced the scar on Victor's cheek with calloused fingers, enjoying the way the boy trembled underneath him. The sophomore moved closer and kissed his lips softly, a gentle caress, softer than anything Logan had previously experienced.

Shit what was wrong with him lately? Since when did he think of Victor like this? Since when did he think of anyone other than Loki in such a way? Maybe it was because he had been so tired lately, yeah…..a mix of exhaustion and hanging out with Victor too much must be causing these weird, complicated emotions.

"Oh jeez Logan not that way!" Victor's face was bright red. "Babysitting services"

The older teen laughed "How did you know what I was thinking?"

"You're so obvious, you're whole dark and mysterious façade doesn't fool me."

Logan thought that over as he led Victor into the house. Interesting…..maybe Victor really did know him better then he thought. Damn that kid was smart, he really had underestimated him. For a long time he had thought of Victor as more of Loki's friend then his, nice and intelligent but nothing compared to the green eyed sophomore beside him.

"Huh…." He muttered to himself, taking Victor by the elbow and pulling him away from the living room where the foster parents were.

"Logan!" His horrible foster mother shrieked and he sighed, stopping and attempting to push Victor behind him, to shield the smaller genius from the revolting adult in front of them.

She had made her way into the hallway, her large bulk taking up the narrow hall, cigarette held loosely in between stained fingers. "Brat, go take care of the girl."

"That's where I'm going now" Logan's voice was strained, he still had Victor's slender arm in his broad hand, the sophomore could feel the tension in his body. "To take care of Sara"

She wasn't listening; her squinty eyes were fixed on Victor. "I don't remember saying that you could have someone over."

Victor tugged his arm out of Logan's grasp and fixed a charming smile on his face. "Hi I'm Victor, Logan's chemistry partner. We're going to work on some homework while I help him babysit."

Her eyes got even narrower but nobody would be able to find a flaw in that smile and smooth, wholesome words. "Humph, none of your weirdness around the kid got it?" she said over Victor's head to Logan and he gave her a tight nod. Apparently satisfied she turned and yelling for her husband and the boys the family left the house leaving Logan and Victor alone in the hallway.

"Weirdness?" Victor asked, an amused look on his face.

"Bi-ness is what she means. Apparently all of my past relationships are in my file. And she's allowed to read said file."

To his surprise Victor laughed, Loki would have looked at him and murmured something sad and heart wrenching. Victor laughed though and took his hand, pulling him to the bedroom. "Oh come on Logan, stop bemoaning your sad life. We have a little girl to take care of."

Thor:

His car roared to life and the radio immediately started blasting, some rap song was on, talking about going to the club and some hot chick the singer was going to bang. Thor rolled his eyes and shut it off while driving hurriedly over to Fandral's nearby house.

He got out of his truck and gazed at the house, just a normal house, cream colored, two stories, it looked just like his. And yet the cheery exterior looked somehow…..fake just then. There was suddenly something ominous and wrong about the house that he knew so well. Thor's eyebrows knitted together, what the hell was going on? He walked quickly to the front door, long legs scissoring up the brick path, all his athletic grace going out the window and replaced by anxiety and an odd fear that he could not find the root of.

Loki:

The doorbell rang shrilly throughout the house effectively pausing Fandral. Loki froze as well; he was huddled against the headboard, thin chest heaving with terror. He had scooted back quickly once the senior had gotten distracted by fumbling with his jeans and kicking his shoes off. Fandral had been about to reach for him and trap Loki underneath him again when that heavenly noise had sounded.

"Fuck" the blonde senior hissed "That is probably your shithead brother."

Loki couldn't help the amazement that filled his expression. God Thor, he was such an idiot, but such an amazing idiot, saving Loki so many times without even realizing it.

"Don't think this gets you out of finishing the deal." Fandral smirked

"I…but I did what you wanted." Loki said weakly, he had swallowed his pride (yes he does have a bit of pride left somewhere in there) and dropped to his knees for Fandral. All so he could have that one person to make him happy (Tony, oh where was Tony when he needed him?), and so this wretched, evil, sick person in front of him would stay out of his life and keep his secret.

"Yes, I suppose it'll have to do for now won't it?" Fandral drawled, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looked over Loki's to vulnerable form.

Fandral's phone rang and he snatched it up and flipped it open, eyes never leaving Loki. "Hey Thor…..no man I heard the doorbell, one second and I'll let you in." He pushed a button and closed the phone. "I'm going to go get him, make sure your gone by the time we get back here."

"OK" Loki whispered, dipping his head and he crawled off the bed and grabbed for his clothes where they lay crumpled on the floor.

Fandral didn't even look back at him; he just walked out the room, shutting the door behind him.

Loki pulled on his clothes, biting his bottom lip as he struggled past intense shaking that racked his body. At least it hadn't gone too far, he had scarified something sure, he had done something that he had never thought he would do but at least it hadn't been sex. Anything but what he had endured at the party was he could deal with. And he would be allowed a single happiness, he could have Tony. That made it worth it right? Being able to have something kind and uncomplicated would make things better. He knew that Tony could drown out these disgusting feelings he had. Already when he was around him he barely ever thought of his brother in an unnatural way. Already Tony was making things better.

Fully dressed Loki pulled open the window and dragged his to tired body outside. The cold, autumn wind hit him harshly but he relished in it, in the realness of a place other than a bedroom.

Then his feet touched the ground and sank into a puddle, the water chilled him even through his leather boots and Loki shivered. Never mind, the outdoors was a bit too real. He closed the window and turned away, ducking as he heard Thor's booming voice from inside the house. Loki walked home as quickly as he could, skirting away from the main roads and walking across people's backyards and through little patches of wilderness. Hoping that no one would see him in his current state, he ached, physically and mentally as he wandered home and all Loki wanted right now was a hot bath and to call Tony so they could talk about nothing.

Logan:

"Victor's pretty just like Belle!" Sara crooned and said boy laughed, and hugged the little girl as Logan watched. They were watching Beauty and the Beast and Sara had been comparing the book loving main character to Victor for about half an hour now.

"Right Logan?" Sara asked, glancing up at Logan with those wide, happy green eyes and he couldn't help but grin widely and tug at a curl of her blonde hair.

"Of course Victor's pretty." Victor was looking at him now, blood rushing to his cheeks. Logan knew for sure because the same thing was happening to him, how was it that Victor's mere presence was making him so easy to see through?

"Viccie can you braid my hair?" Sara, asked, noticing braids on someone in the movie and immediately taken in by the idea.

"Yeah Viccie" Logan laughed "Why don't you?"

Victor stuck his tongue out and pulled Sara onto his lap, immediately separating her hair into three sections and starting to twine it together. The little girl smiled and leaned into his touch and Logan felt his heart warm at the sight of them, Victor just being his sweet, protective self and Sara, finally around someone other than Logan who could be kind. And he realized just then that he was looking at everything in a whole new way, it was a light bulb moment. He didn't need Loki, he loved the guy desperately, sure but what had Loki ever done to make him feel good? Lately, nothing. And Victor, well he was always trying to make Logan feel good. He thrived off making people feel better. And look at the way he held Sara. That was really all Logan wanted right now, someone who would really like him for him and would protect this little girl. Hell that was all Logan had ever wanted.

He wanted Victor; Victor would be good for him. But he loved Loki, he didn't know if he could ever not love Loki, no matter how little Loki cared about him. But Victor, he was actually a good, kind person. Logan knew that people like this were rare.

What the hell. Why is life so complicated?

Well then, lots of depressing Loki-ness and some cute Logan and Victor, I like it, do you guys? I have to say all of those long reviews really brightened up my week. Thank you so much, I adore you all and please review some suggestions or questions or anything that you think ought to be addressed in this story. I get so caught up in my beloved angst sometimes that I forget about this little thing called plot. So if anything is confusing you just hit that little review button and I'll be sure to fix it!

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