A few things I just want to point out here...
The following chapter is set AFTER Thor and this is JUST before Thor and Loki are zoomed off to Asgard in Avengers.
I think that's all I have to say really...

ENJOY.
-Hazel

Loki hit his head repeatedly on the stone wall behind him, enjoying the sharp pain hitting the soft behind of his skull. The avengers had defeated him and this time he wasn't given the privilege of the glass cage as a home, instead he was thrown into a cold, dark windowless cell at the underground of some other S.H.I.E.L.D organisation he didn't knock down in his attempts to create war. The only light he could see was the small rectangular block carved from the steel door. He was too weak to move, far too weak to create a spell to escape or even to annoy the ones that had beaten him to shame.

Without any other options, he just sat there, in defeat. His wrists bleeding from the shackles and his mouth muzzled with the metal contraption forced between his teeth, clamping against his cheeks and forcing his jaw to clench shut. He sighed inaudibly, rolling his shoulders till he heard the bones cracking with strain. Gathering as much energy as he could; he dragged his legs up to meet his chest and lowered his arms on to his knees carefully. He continued to throw his head against the wall, enjoying how the structure moved with him ever so slightly. He hoped if he hit so many times it would collapse on to him, crushing him and killing him of humiliation and freeing him of his pitiful existence.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you…" Loki opened his eyes, glaring at the unseen figure in the rectangle before him. He rolled his eyes, taking a second to let the words sick in before continuing to slam his head into the wall. The door's locks opened and the large, thick gate opened out into the small room, creating even littler room for his body. The man strolled in and Loki could see him to be the one named Iron Man. He continued to glare as the man who in return smirked almost sadly.

In his left hand he held a glass, the bronze liquid inside was still as he held it out to the shackled God. "Want a drink?" Loki rolled his eyes, looking to his left and not bothering to reply to the mortal. The Man of Iron hummed softly in response and shrugged. "The last time you turned me down wasn't as negative I'll admit." That caught Loki's attention.

He looked back to the man who had silently made his way closer and was now kneeling in front of him, playing with the glass with his eyes trailing over Loki's skin. "…you don't remember me do you?" He smiled sadly, cocking his head to the side. Loki frowned but made no attempt to talk or answer. "I remembered you…" He pointed to the Loki with his free hand, which shook from the alcohol in his system.

"I fought that potion for sixteen days but I fought it because I knew you would come back..." He drank his remaining drink, squirming at the strong liquor running down his throats. "…I didn't think it would be for this reason though…world domination? That's such a jump from the kid I remembered." He chuckled softly, running his thumb along his glass in thought. "But then again a lot has happened since then…" He reached out, brushing the fallen hair away from Loki's pale face and was surprised when the God didn't pull away or snarl.

"I wasn't sure when I heard your name…hell I wasn't even sure when I fought you but I knew when I looked in your eyes in the tower…I could see it." He cracked his neck before reaching out to Loki's cheek, caressing the cold skin before unclasping the large muzzle and allowing it to fall in his lap. "And do you know what I could see? I saw the guilt, the look of betrayal in your eyes when you looked at me and even if you don't remember it, your body does."

Loki stretched his blood soaked jaw, rolling his aching jawbone and letting it hang for a moment. "I need to know though…" Tony snatched away the muzzle, holding it in his hands tightly as he stood again, moving so he was positioned in front of the broken God. "…do you remember me?"

Loki closed his jaw, sighing and closing his eyes, allowing his head to drop on to his knees. "...I guess I can't hate someone if they can't remember that they destroyed me, broke me down, killed my belief in love and created the monster I am." He threw the glass on the ground, allowing it to shatter into a thousand pieces. He turned, allowing the door to slide shut behind him, locking Loki in the darkness.