A/N: I thought about uploading one chapter a day, but that wouldn't be my style, so here are three chapters to "Jail Talks" in one day. I hope it makes you all happy! Expect updates to be slow for a little while until I can focus back to this story. As always, enjoy, and please review!

Loki couldn't remember the last time he had dreamed. He felt as though he was in some kind of vortex where he was half-asleep and half-dreaming. He was aware of the pain coursing through his entire body - was this what it felt like to die? Loki was roughly aware that his eyes were open, but his vision was blurry and he was staring at nothing. He could hear a voice in his ear, whispering things in a seductive tone as a set of chocolate eyes appeared in his vision. He saw the disheveled hair, the bulging muscles, the smirking lips hovering just a few inches above him. He felt himself reaching out despite the fact that his arm felt as if all the bones were broken. He had to feel the warmth, the want that was the image above him. He had to feel him. He had to know he wasn't dreaming. But the face slowly began fading away as another voice echoed in his ears. But Loki wasn't listening to this intruder. How dare this waste of space interrupt him and his dream lover. Loki tried desperately to hold onto the image of the soft blue glow in his mind - he tried desperately to reach out and feel the circular piece of metal to remind him he wasn't alone. But suddenly the image was gone. And all that was left was a nagging voice somewhere off to the side.

"You look horrible, and that's coming from someone who has had several panic attacks and gotten physically ill because of the one person who believes in you in this godforsaken place."

Loki tried to tilt his head but he felt a surge of pain, and instead chose to tightly shut his eyes as he bit back a cry against the pain. He was a god, dammit, not some petty human! Maybe if he didn't answer, the voice would go away.

The voice didn't let up though.

"I can't believe Fury's not letting you into medical, this is insane! Hopefully Tony will be able to change his mind -"

At the name of Loki's possibly only friend in this world, Loki croaked out, "Tony," before the tears welled up in his eyes. The pain...

He wasn't going to cry, dammit!

The voice softened as his visitor whispered gently, almost soothingly, "He's doing his best to free you from this, you know. I don't know how, and I'm one of the many who will probably say that you have somehow bewitched him, but he's taken quite a liking to you. Did you know he spends an extra fifteen minutes checking his reflection in the mirror before coming down to see you? Or that he had some secret project he was working on the weeks before New Years that kept him holed up in his lab even more so than usual? He didn't eat, didn't leave his lab, for crying out loud he didn't even drink! He kept muttering to himself, 'It has to be perfect,' like a madman. He's narcissistic to begin with, but you bring out a more confidant side of him. Not arrogant, but...self-aware. I'm not sure why, but he cares about your opinion and...whatever it is that you two have together. He thinks you're the only one on this planet who can understand him because of the similarities you two share. And maybe you can understand what it's like to not have a father's love, or to think you're smarter than everyone else in the world, but let me tell you this. You are not the only one who understands Tony Stark and if you think for a moment that you can manipulate his mind the way you did Clint's, you've got another thing coming. Because if I find out after all of this is over that you're just using him for some greater plan for world domination, I will personally make sure you go through such a hell that you will wish you were suffering the way you are now."

Now I know why he broke up with her, Loki thought to himself as he struggled to sit up. She's more terrifying than the Widow. Loki was vaguely aware of the sound of heels walking away from his cell before the sound of another voice stopped his blood cold.

"I can't believe Stark has gotten a soft-spot for him. He's a killer."

"That's a funny thing for a cold-blooded killer to say himself considering he's also dating a murderer," Pepper responded cooly before leaving the cell.

Clint smirked as he moved to stand in front of the bars, leering down at the writhing body below him. Loki felt his vision clear a lot faster as he was suddenly staring up at the man responsible for his pain in both hatred and fear. The grin on the archer's face was positively feral as he squatted down to be closer to the god.

"You know you've really done a number on Stark this time. You got him to believe that there's some goodness in you - that you're not the villain we all believed you to be. But I know better. Stark doesn't understand the horrors you are capable of accomplishing, and if he does, he ignores them. But for what? For an opportunity to get into your pants and say he's shagged a god? You know that's the only reason he's wasting his time with you. Why else would he bother to come and see you at all? You deserve to be tortured worse than this on a daily basis for the rest of your miserable time here. But what I don't understand is how you did it. How did you manage to make one of the richest and most powerful men in modern-day America become so obsessed with you? He doesn't have a normal human heart, so you couldn't have used the same power you did on me on him. So I want answers, and you better give them to me fast, or your pain is about to get a whole lot worse."

Loki listened to a code being punched into the keypad as the bars slid open. The god felt his heart pounding in his ears as heavy boots took a few steps closer to him. This was it...he was going to die.

"I...didn't use magic...on Stark," Loki croaked out as he tried to keep his eyes focused on Clint. Loki could feel a pool of blood soaking his clothes and filling the air with the stench, but he tried to shake the nauseation.

"I'm giving you one warning, god. Do not tell me any lies."

Suddenly a blade ran swiftly across Loki's bicep, cutting a thin line of skin open. Loki gasped in pain as blood began dripping down his arm.

"I'm not lying, I swear to you! All magic I have has been being used to treat my wounds from your inflictions. I didn't play any mind games with Stark -"

"Don't lie to me!" Clint shouted as he went to cut Loki again.

Just then, however, the archer paused and asked, "What's this?"

Loki's head snapped down, ignoring the pain, and his eyes widened in fear.

The bracelet Tony had given him was poking out from the tear in Loki's shirt, and the precious jewelry was covered in blood. Apparently it didn't blend with the skin tone when tainted with blood, as Tony might have thought it did.

"Where did you get this? Why didn't I see it before?" Clint muttered, half to himself, and half out-loud.

"I-it was a g-gift," Loki stammered as he tried to move. If he could just hide the bracelet away from Barton...

But the archer was faster and in one swift motion, Clint unclasped the bracelet from around the god's arm and was holding it in his hand. As his thumb brushed over the helmet though, a bright light suddenly shined and a charge blasted Clint out of the cell and into the opposite wall. As the archer lay motionless, Loki struggled to remember how to breathe. There was a split second of silence before an alarm began blaring.

Loki knew he had to get out of there while the archer was unconscious. Slowly Loki bit back a cry as he rolled over onto his stomach and pushed up onto his forearms. He didn't dare look down at the lake of blood beneath him as he began the arduous journey of crawling towards the archer. The bars were gone, and as Loki dragged his body over the holes where the bars had clicked into place so many times before, he couldn't help the tears that fell down his face. He was going to live, he was going to escape and make it out.

Suddenly his world began spinning and Loki's body threatened to collapse onto the ground. No, he wasn't going to die in this hellish place when freedom was dangled on a string before him. Loki took a deep breath and willed his body to go just a bit further. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but even though he had only traveled about two feet from his beginning spot, it felt like hours had dragged by. As Loki struggled to move against the pain, he was surprised as a pair of arms swiftly scooped him up like a rag doll.

"Come on princess, we're getting you out of this dungeon."

Loki was vaguely aware of a set of piercing brown eyes, his weak body being cradled by metal arms, and the soft glow of an arc reactor before he blacked out.