The pauses between chapters will get longer, and I apologise, but school will be starting for me soon, and so the wait will increase. I feel kind of bad about this chapter, and I'm finally feeling bad about this story overall, not because of the quality or execution, but because of the idea. I won't stop though, but perhaps he will be receiving some lucky breaks to kinda-sorta-not-really make up for this.

I apologise, but a friend of mine commented about what happened in the previous chapter just when I was almost done with this one, and I needed to finish this chapter somehow. I had hoped to leave the topic of rape alone because it's sensitive to even me, but unfortunately a victim doesn't get over it like that.

Thanks, hope you enjoy, hope to update soon, and hope I don't have to edit this tomorrow because of errors. pls no

Later. - Hades

Kæra líta Veita
Accuse then Accept

"I am getting tired of having information relayed from a doctor and that man of iron about my brother."

"I know you are, Thor, but I believe we have made progress."

"You keep saying that! When am I going to see him?"

"Soon! I promise!"

"You had better keep that oath, doctor."

"How about, as soon as he is untied, you can see him?"

"Deal."

Tony Stark hadn't headed directly home after he left the institute. He had instead flown to a small island in the North Atlantic Ocean, and was currently sitting on a jutted rock, his helmet removed and his head in his hands. He didn't want to speak to anyone at the moment, and had taken Jarvis offline, only listening to the ocean and his disjointed breathing. What was wrong with that idiot? He hated to see another man lose it, especially a powerful one. He didn't want to admit that he thought of Loki as a powerful man, but he knew it was true. It had taken all of them to take him down, and that was a feat. But every time he saw someone who he considered his power-equal lose control of their mind, he felt very, very vulnerable. He knew if it could happen to Loki, it could happen to him. He knew he was already eccentric and odd, but not dangerously so. Okay, scratch that, very dangerously so. But not world-taking-over dangerous. Then again he had already basically done that. But what if he lost control and hurt Pepper?

Shaking his head, he got to his feet, frustration on his face, how could that pathetic god mess with his mind like this, without lifting a finger? Screw this. He clipped his helmet back over his head, turned Jarvis online (Sir, are you alright?), and blasted off, leaving a scorched mark on the already dark rock.

He would be fine, of course. He always was.

Loki hadn't intentionally messed with Tony of course, he had just wanted some sort of control over the situation, and his weak mind came up with a pathetic standby. He didn't know it had worked though, and wrote it off as another failure, just like he was. He was glad to not be forced into sleep though, and the prospect of being able to move in the near future was enough to make him keep the tightest rein on his mind as possible. It still hurt though. Every part of him was in pain, though he wasn't physically hurt. He wondered briefly if mental wounds can heal. His thoughts sunk when a memory of his life in Asgard surfaced. Why had his memories had been locked away like that? He treaded carefully, picking up the times he had thought the same thing in his recent experience.

He hadn't felt this hopeful for an escape of pain since… since Odin had told him that no, he couldn't "have done it". He had fallen back, into the blissful swirling vortex. He had escaped. This memory hurt, as it linked to the emotional and mental torment he had gone through leading up to that single moment. He jerked his head viciously and moved on, avoiding a drop in his roller-coaster ride.
"Why… am I here? Why are we not we at… your home?" He questioned, not fully realising what he was asking, He had been talking about Asgard. But why? Why wasn't he there? Had that vortex taken him to a mortal world? What had happened?
He had been born… Where had he been born? Asgard of course. Thor was his brother!
What if this big Thor wasn't actually a… Frost Giant? Frost Giants. Enemies of Asgard. But did they even exist anymore? He couldn't remember.
That sceptre… It looked familiar. Where had he seen that before? Argh, this bothered him. He hated not being able to remember. He would ask Other Thor about it later, his brother would know. He had taken to calling the Thor in real life Other Thor, but still, he refused to see him. It could still be a ruse. He knew that Audolf was a mortal, it reeked from him. And the man of iron was a mere man under his suit. He only truly feared gods, and by extent, his family. Why had they beaten him? Why had they… violated him? It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense. This severely annoyed him so he tried to move on from that topic. Realising that his mind had wandered from his original intention of figuring his thoughts out, he did a physical check of himself once more.

His hair was tangled and messy, spreading over his neck and the pillow beneath his head. His chest felt the same pressure it had before, but he had grown accustomed to the alien fabric of his clothes pressing down on him. His arms were actually hurting now, as were his legs and pelvis. Half from mental pain, half from not moving in gods know how long. Tch, he just wanted to move. He should not be held down in such a way, he was not a threat to anyone in his present state, weak and helpless to his own mind and the forcing-sleep-liquid. His hands were also sore from the constant cracking of bones. He noted that he didn't seem to do when someone else was in the room. Odd. Sighing, he instinctively tried to roll over and close his eyes, but when he couldn't, he frowned in sadness, shutting his eyes with sorrow on his face for the first time in years. "Can someone untie me?" He blurted it out without any authority, only simple need. Considering he had already said it, he added a feeble, "Please?" and creased his eyelids. He felt physically pathetic now, and he was, he was at the humans' feet. And he hated it.

His plea was not unheard though, and Richard walked back in, "What was that, Loki? We have the audio on but couldn't quite hear you," he looked relaxed until he saw Loki's almost tearful expression. Once again, he carefully approached the table, "Loki, are you okay? You look like you're about to cry," Richard didn't laugh or find this amusing; he only worried for the man on the bed.
Loki hated that too, his face was finally betraying his depressing mood he felt inside. He rarely cried, and he refused to in front of this… Audolf. He might as well call him by his name if the doctor was going to be his main link to the world outside this cursed room.
"For how long have you been a doctor, Audolf?" Loki's feeble voice wavered, proving even more that he was on the verge of tears.
Richard became more worried, "I have been a doctor for over thirty years now, but only began with military psychology and psychiatry ten years ago. Why do you ask, Loki?" he used the patient's name as much as possible, to help the man keep a link to reality.
"I… Have you been able to help others like me?"
Richard paused, before continuing, "There are no others like you, I thought you of all people would know that."
"I realise that, but if you have ever had someone who is in any way simular to myself, did you 'fix' them?"
"Loki, I have never had anyone like you."

Loki sighed and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the pillow. Richard looked away, oddly saddened by Loki's actions, before carefully resting a hand on Loki's restrained forearm. Loki instantly thought he was going to inject him with sleep again, so he screeched and flinched. Richard realised his mistake and jerked his hand away, "I'm sorry! I was just trying to comfort you!"
Loki was breathing erratically, a stray tear escaping down his cheek. He shook his mind and head again and again to stop falling into the hole of madness and fear. After a few minutes he managed to bring his breathing back to a somewhat normal rate, but his eyes were still flying around, looking at every threat, though usually landing on the concerned doctor's face. Richard had waited patiently to see if Loki could calm down by himself, and was impressed when he managed to do so, if only slightly.
"Loki, you did well! I didn't have to do anything and you have kept yourself under control! I am proud of you," Richard smiled, trying to show he was genuinely happy by Loki's performance.
Loki's mind was going a million miles an hour, half trying to run away into blissful chaos, the other trying to stand its' ground and anchor itself in sanity and control. He vaguely heard the doctors comment and briefly thought he should say something.
"ThankyouAudolf" Was all he managed to choke out before slamming his mouth shut to stop any screaming or roaring to explode out.
Richard noticed Loki's discomfort, and thought briefly. "Loki, I am going to give you something. IT WILL NOT MAKE YOU SLEEP. It will simply relax your mind, are you okay with this?" He spoke carefully, knowing that one wrongly heard word would cause Loki to spiral.
Loki had luckily been in slightly more control when he heard the doctor's proposition, and he was scared. "W-Will it make me sleep? W-Why are y-you asking me?" He was choking on his words, trying to only let only the ones he intended to leave.
"No, it will not make you sleep. And I am asking you so you have a choice in the matter. It will make this easier on you, you will be able to think and be in control again, without the sleeping!" Richard insisted, but kept both hands strictly at his sides, and not making any sudden movements.
Loki couldn't take it, it was either madness then sleep or no madness with a chance of no sleep, his decision was obvious. "G-Go." He jerked his jaw tight and scrunched his eyes shut, voices in his head getting louder and louder, yelling at Goat.
Richard nodded, and looked inside his pocket, pulling out a needle full of liquid. He popped off the plastic cap protecting the metal point, "This may pinch and feel tight at first," he hadn't told Loki about the small pain before, but he hadn't been able to, so he thought he might as well now. He carefully slid the needle into the pocket in Loki's forearm, eyes darting up and checking the god. Loki's jaw clenched tighter, indicating he had felt it, but Richard knew it wasn't the pain that he was reacting to, it was the previous experiences telling him to remove the needle because it meant sleep. Actually managing to push the plunger slowly this time, he talked soothingly to Loki, calmly, until the medicine worked its' way into his system and slowed his mind down.

Loki gasped, and his eyes opened. His mind was heavy, yes, and slightly foggy, but not fear-inducing so, more like a warm blanket covering him from harm. The voices were silent, his mind was slow, but he didn't mind. He felt calm. His tense body relaxed into the bed, finally feeling the softness that was there. He sighed, the air slowly running out of his mouth and into the air in front of him. If he looked really closely, he could see miniscule droplets of saliva in his breath, showing how panicked he had been just minutes before. He fell back into the blanket in his mind, feeling the safety wrap around him. There was a small hole near him, and he frowned as a muted whisper came through it. Rolling over to silence the intruder, he heard the voice, "Temporary," it was whispering the same thing over and over, and he didn't like it. He physically shook his head, bringing him back to the real world.

Richard was watching him carefully, still not making any sudden movements, but was relieved to see that Loki had relaxed. "Loki, are you alright?" He spoke softly, carefully, but still hopefully.
Loki looked at the doctor lazily; eyes drooped, "Yes. Yes I am," he actually had a ghost of a smile on his face as he looked at the ceiling, content.
Richard smiled, "That is good. Do you want to talk now or should I go?"
"Audolf?"
"Yes?"
"May I have some food?"
"Of course, one moment."

Richard left the room, actually feeling safety in turning his back on the sedated god, while Loki continued to stare into space, enjoying intellectual ignorance. He was eternally grateful to the doctor for silencing the voices and feelings, so he would be polite. But something worried him. What if this safety was indeed temporary? He shook his head again, why worry about such things now? Oh, look, it was snowing. He had never seen snow before, or, he thought he hadn't, though for some reason he was used to it. He had never left Asgard. Or had he? Trying to remember only brought haze and cloud, so he gave up on that, and went back to looking at the snow. The white on the ceiling had started to float down in beautiful circles of soft, cloud-like white. It was stunning. He felt a drop when it landed on his cheek, cold, but not uncomfortably so. He wondered for a moment why it was snowing indoors, but passed it off as the calming liquid the doctor had given him. It must have made it snow indoors, how magical.

Richard returned with a plastic tray with a sliced apple, a venison meat patty and a plastic cup of orange juice ordered neatly on it, but when he eyed Loki, he was confused. Loki was staring at the ceiling, but his glance followed invisible trails in the air. Richard double checked, no there were no insects in the room, what was Loki looking at? "Loki, what are you looking at?" He asked, but continued to move to the table and place the tray down.

Loki lazily looked at him, drawing his eyes away from the wonderful snow, "Why, the snow of course, it's beautiful," he turned his head back to the ceiling and closed his eyes, a smile spreading across his face, feeling the cooling touch of each piece of snow as it landed on him.

Richard raised an eyebrow when he heard Loki, he was hallucinating? But he had given him a sedative; it should have quelled all hallucinations. "Loki, it isn't snowing, we are inside. I have food for you."
Loki frowned slightly, losing his smile, opening his eyes and looking at the doctor again, "You are blind, Audolf, why would my eyes and body deceive me from their sight and touch?"
Richard frowned, "Loki, I think you are hallucinating," he said a little too bluntly.
Loki frowned harder, "What is that? Are you calling me a liar?"
Richard's brow softened, realising what he had called the God of Mischief, "No no, Loki, you aren't lying. Never mind that, would you like some food?" he tried to steer the conversation away, he had Loki in a good mood and he didn't want to ruin it. Besides, he could try a different type of sedative later, different medicines always work differently on different patients, and Loki wasn't a regular patient.
Loki seemed content with this, his face softening and his eyes drooping again, "Yes," his face twitched slightly as he thought of something, "But how will I eat?" he wiggled his hands and feet to show what he meant.

Richard thought, was Loki safe enough to untie some of the restraints? He didn't dare consider hand feeding him, which would send him spiralling for sure. He had to eat by himself, or not at all. He could use an I.V., but he felt that would be a bad idea. After a minute of consideration, he approached the man on the table, "Loki, I am going to untie your arm and your upper chest so you can eat. Promise you won't do anything," it seemed stupid of him to request that the god doesn't attempt anything bad, but he had to try, slowly of course, bring Loki down to his level.
Loki also found his request amusing, a sly smile playing over his lips, "Why Audolf, I would never dream of such a thing," he had no intention of attacking the doctor or attempting to escape, he knew his brother was out there, maybe even the man of iron, plus he doubted he would be able to get through those doors, and if he attacked him, he would be put to sleep, no question. They would never free him again. He had to play this slowly.
Richard wasn't confident that Loki was joking, but he had to accept that and moved to Loki's left arm, watching the god carefully.
Loki smirked, but not in a hostile way, more of an amused look at the doctor's wariness, "It is perfectly fine, doctor, I, am perfectly fine," he put it simply, calmly.
Richard seemed a little more at ease, but he was still tense as he unclipped the cloth restraining Loki's upper left arm from under the table. He moved down to the second one over his wrist, eyes never moving from the god. After undoing both he pulled the cloth back and hung it around under the table so it reclasped to its' settings, stopping it from falling on the ground. He stood back a bit, waiting.

Loki couldn't feel his arm, and it was concerning. His mind was still foggy, but he distantly remembered how to lift it. He focused on raising his arm, and slowly, it did. Pain shot through his arm and he clenched his jaw while Richard flinched ever so slightly, "I-It's fine, it is simply sore," Loki managed a tiny smile as wave after wave of pain ran through his arm.
"That is understandable, Loki, you haven't moved it in…" Richard realised what he was saying and trailed off, hoping Loki wouldn't notice.
Luckily, Loki didn't, focusing on bending his arm now, grunting when it hurt more. Eventually after a few minutes of stretching his arm, the pain had died down to a dull aching, and that was only when he stretched it as far as he could. He looked to the doctor, resting his bent arm on his chest, "Thank you, Audolf," his eyes were still heavy, and his mind still cloudy and slow, but he was glad to be able to move an arm. Though he worried about how sore the rest of him would be when he moved that.
Richard seemed happy with this, so he moved close again, but never stopped watching Loki's free hand. Slowly he leaned over the man, holding his breath.
Loki watched carefully, but he knew that Audolf wouldn't hurt him. He couldn't, and if he tried Loki would simply reach a hand up and throttle the life out of him. Simple. He was in control of his mind again, and he loved it. He had to thank the doctor for helping him, and he was grateful, so he wouldn't hurt him.
Richard continued to advance, until most of his upper torso was over Loki, blocking out some of the light. Gulping almost unnoticeably, he reached under Loki, trying his best not to brush him. He breezed past Loki's shirt ever so slightly, causing Loki to stiffen slightly, and Richard to wince. Shaking it off mentally, he unclipped the torso restraint and unpeeled it from Loki's body, letting it fall under his free arm.
Loki waited for the briefest moment, then breathed in, feeling his chest rise freely, openly. It was wonderful. His chest still hurt from the pressure for all that time, but it was still liberating. He let the air run out, again feeling his chest rise and fall.
Richard had straightened up and was watching carefully, "Loki, how are you going? How are your thoughts?"
Loki lazily looked at him, "I am wonderful, Audolf, you have not the slimmest idea of how liberating it is to move one's limbs," a small smile spread across his face, "And my mind is perfect, it is safe."
Richard relaxed a little and smiled back, yes, he believed Loki was going fine. The sedative shouldn't wear off for another hour at least, so unless Loki's brain chemical and anatomy was different than the average human, he should be safe.

Richard didn't quite turn his back on Loki as he turned and picked up the platter of food, "I know you're probably used to… more lavish food, but to be honest it was a miracle achieving this," he looked guilty as he stood next to Loki again, showing him the simple meal.
Loki looked slightly disappointed, but a small growl from his stomach at the sight of food showed his body thought otherwise.
Richard carefully placed the tray on Loki's growling stomach, allowing Loki to move his free arm and hand out of the way of course, and walked up behind the god's head. Loki stiffened again, causing ripples in the orange juice. "I am going to bend and prop your pillow up, it isn't good for the body to digest food horizontally," Richard let Loki see his hands as he laid them on the sides of the pillow, next to Loki's head. Loki instinctively lifted his head, while Richard bent his pillow in half and set it under his head, causing him to keep his head up as a default position.

Loki looked at the food properly now, not having to strain his neck, and his mouth twitched at the edge. Yes, he was certainly used to better food than this, but he really didn't have a choice at the moment, so he lifted a hand (Richard watching closely of course) and picked up a slice of apple. He brought it to his face and looked it over carefully, closely, examining every pore on the green and white flesh. He smelled it gently, gave a nibble, then waited for a minute.
"Loki, I assure you it is safe," Richard looked wearily at Loki; the food was going to go bad before he actually had any.
Loki glanced at him, rolled his eyes and took a large bit out of the slice, taking out half of it. He chewed slowly, running his tongue and teeth over the flesh, savouring it.
Richard was intrigued at how he ate, he truly enjoyed what he ate, and considered every drop of saliva he let fall onto it. It was fascinating to watch, "It's almost as if you've never had an apple before, Loki."
Loki glanced at him again, swallowing the apple, "Food's taste is always more enjoyable when you haven't eaten in what seems like years," he said it a little too bluntly.
Richard chuckled nervously, then waved at the venison patty, "Why don't you have some meat, it's cooked, and the deer it was from was caught right outside this facility."
Loki raised an eyebrow as he took the rest of the slice in his mouth, chewing silently, "We are near deer?" he asked as though he didn't care.
Richard paused, "Yes, we are," he didn't expand on that.
Loki finished the other half of the slice of apple, and his hand hovered over the cooked patty. "Why not keep the meat in its' given shape? Surely it would roast better," Loki raised an eyebrow at Richard.
Richard chuckled, "To be honesty I'm not sure why they mince up the meat and make a patty. The only reason I think they exist are for burgers and such."
Loki raised both eyebrows this time, "Burger? What an odd, though predictably Midgardian, name for food," he smirked and picked up the edge of the patty, lifting it into the air.
Richard 'tsch''d, and backed up, sitting on the table on the wall, "Just eat already Loki, Thor is probably worrying why I haven't returned," he was secretly worrying that something would happen and the sedative would wear off, causing Loki to spiral.

Loki scoffed and nibbled at the patty, frowning, "Why does it not taste like regular meat? How was it cooked?"
Richard chuckled nervously; of course Loki wouldn't know anything about deep frying food. He was about to explain when Loki twitched violently, accidently flinging the nibbled patty down on the floor. "Loki?!" Richard instantly slammed Loki's arm down, trying to swing the restraint back over it.

Loki had heard the voice again. Odin's voice. "You tasted delicious, you know, Goat." He knew Odin was talking about when he and Thor had… had… He shivered violently, body and mind experiencing what had happened again and again, tearing the safety of the mind blanket to shreds. Tears started to pour down his face as he felt them inside of him. They were his family! How… How could they do this?!
"P-Please! S-Stop!" He was screeching at Richard, seeing him as someone else as the doctor struggled to reclasp his restraints.
Richard was scared, yes, but he had to get Loki under control, and show some control of the situation overall. "L-Loki! Tell me what is happening!" He attempted to yell over the terrified man, clipping the second arm restraint back around Loki's arm. He would sedate him, but if he could get information, that might help Loki unload his trouble. He grabbed the tray and practically threw it onto the table, drops of juice splashing out of the cup and apple slices sliding. The patty was still on the floor.
"PLEASE GET OUT OF ME! NO NO NO!" Loki bellowed at the doctor, still seeing him as a figure. He knew he shouldn't be able to talk due to his stitched mouth, but everything was so real. The whiteness of the room was shifting to that unknown colour, and the doctor's eyes had sunken and darkened, warping and changing. They were coming out of his mind again, just like they had at the start.
Richard was confused, inside of Loki? The only way they could be inside of him was if… oh no. "Loki, were you raped?" He spoke in a worried voice, trying to reach over and reclasp the chest restraint.
Loki's eyes swung around before locking on Richard's, "W-What?" the world around him twitched back to normality, he could see the doctor clearly again, but he could see wisps of unknown flowing in around his field of vision.
Richard wondered if he could explain this without setting him off again, "Violated, were you violated?" he wasn't sure what to say to keep Loki under control, as he didn't know what had happened during his hallucinations. He had managed to finish re-restraining Loki, and stood straight.

Loki's eyes rolled back, and he breathed sharp and quick, "G-Goat," he snarled in fear as he felt himself full of them. Goat would take it. Goat would-
"Loki! I can do nothing but put you back to sleep!"
Loki looked at the doctor again, just as Richard changed into Odin, with his broken jaw, "Yes, come back, I can already feel you, Goat. Sleep, you will feel better with us, I have new tricks to teach you."

I wouldn't usually add a note after this, but I will this time. The Tony section at the beginning was written long before I saw Iron Man 3. I then saw it and was intrigued by Tony's mental state throughout the movie. I've got some ideas down for his own 'mental' fic, but yeah. It was cool. I might nod at it later in the fic when Tony returns.

Also just so you know, I take rape extremely seriously. This is not meant to make it "sexy", "romantic", "funny" or any other crap. I am trying to execute an idea and serious topic, and attempting to do so with care. If I have failed horrendously and this offends any actual victims, I am truly, truly sorry.