Loki squirmed in his bed as he lay there; feeling heat throughout his entire body as if his veins had begun to pump acid through his body instead of blood. He gripped the sheets that were now soaked with his sweat and screamed, arching up on the bed. "Fuck!" he screamed and tried to bite down on his lip so that his neighbors wouldn't call the police. His head was pounding and he felt it about to explode.
Less than an hour ago, all that he been thinking about was Tony, just Tony, the guilt of what he had said to him and the look on the man's face weighing down on his mind. Now, he had just left him in the hands of people who had been raping him and Loki felt tempted to go back, but with the show he had made about feeling the need to throw up and how close it as to night time, they would probably just send him home again.
He had sighed and poured himself a drink and sipped at it slowly before setting it down and stared down at the crystal glass and the whiskey that Tony had told him was his favorite when he began to feel his headache as he remembered something.
"Would you like a drink?" Tony said as he walked around a large room towards a bar. He was dirty and slightly injured but he held his head high as he walked around, a glimmer of the pride that the man still had even at his worst moments.
"Stalling me won't change anything…" It sounded like his own voice but something was wrong, it was hard, distant. He turned to look out of the large windows at a burning city, feeling himself fill with panic, regret, and a satisfaction that wasn't entirely his. The part of him that felt more his own made him turn back to Tony.
"No, no, no, I'm threatening." Tony corrected him and the human's cocky smile amused him "No drink? You sure? I'm having one." Loki chuckled softly and looked
Loki had pushed away from the table "No, no" he said and grit his teeth as he held his head, feeling it pounding hard. "I-I'm just tired." He breathed and stumbled towards the room. He managed to lay down on his bed before the real pain began to go through his body, where he was now, and couldn't resist screaming again as another memory forced itself into his head, this time of him and Thor on a shimmering bridge.
After that, he was too far lost to restrain himself from screaming, slamming his fists down on the bed as more memories slammed into his brain and couldn't even register it as people came in his apartment. "A fucking drink set him off?" One asked as they looked around the apartment as another group went to pick Loki up and carry him out and down to the van.
One of the men who had been collecting Loki went to them. "He mentioned Stark, when he was screaming." He said. "Maybe it's to do with him." He looked at the bottle of whiskey that Loki had poured. "Either way, make sure that you tell Fury. We're going to take him to the other location." He said. "We have maybe an hour or two to start wiping his memory again before he gets them all back, hopefully Fury can get Thor to come before we gotta kill the guy." He muttered and walked out.
Thor watched Steve and Natasha as they slept, curled around together and pressed close to him. He sighed, not able to sleep after what Fury had said to him. There was a loud slam of the door as it opened, waking both of them up as men came in and grabbed Thor, holding Steve back as he tried to go after him. "Stop it!" Steve screamed before the door was closed on him and Natasha as Thor was dragged out, his head covered in a dark hood before he was knocked out.
When he woke all he saw was bright lights, squinting and looking down as they hurt his eyes, his eyes focusing on the handcuffs that had been strapped close. "Where am I?" he breathed and looked up when he heard someone taking steps towards him.
"Glad to see you're awake." Fury said and nodded for him to follow him. Thor stood slowly and followed him over to the large clear window, looking down at a small white room, the lights focused on a table at the center where Loki was strapped in and screamed in pain.
"What are you doing to him?" he demanded and hit the glass but Fury gripped his arm hard.
"We're not doing anything." Fury sighed and rubbed his temples, clearly not having been prepared for this. "Something triggered him before we thought." He said. "We don't know what it was; he was just drinking something and all he's said is Stark's name so far." Thor glanced at Fury, and then back at Loki, remembering how Loki had asked Tony for a drink when he had first come to after the battle in New York and how his brother had looked at Tony today.
"…What now?" he asked softly and touched the glass, feeling sick as he heard and watched his brother in so much pain. "What are you going to do to him?" he asked quietly.
"Depends on you." Fury said as he looked at him. "You remember what I told you?" he asked and Thor nodded. "You have to decide to go back with him, with his memory altered, or… we have men ready to shoot him down and take you back to where the others are." Thor ground his teeth, thinking of his friends and especially Steve.
"What will happen to them?" he asked Fury.
"Nothing." He said. "They'll be safe, sedated; I'll make sure no one hurts them more than need be." Thor glared at him.
"You mean with the rape and abuse?" He demanded and Fury sighed.
"I'll see what I can do to stop that." He told him. "You have to understand that your part of the deal will be reinforced by your father. You can't say anything to Loki about what happened in Midgard." Thor glared at the ground but nodded.
"I understand." He said after a few minutes. "Let Loki go." He breathed and watched as men came in to take him away. "Can I say goodbye to my friends?" he asked as more guards came in. Fury shook his head.
"No" he said "but thank you." Fury said. "I hope to never see you again." He said before the guards grabbed Thor and knocked him out again, dragging him out.
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