Sorry for the late update and the confusion in the latest chapter. I never wrote an actual plot before... It's full of mistakes... Short chapter again. I think from now one my average chapter will be around 3000 words. As always please tell me of mistakes and enjoy!
"Hey Brucie, can I speak to for a moment?"
"Of course you can, Tony. What is it?" Bruce looked up from his science table, well, that's what Tony called it. It was full of papers and instruments, and Tony recognized a few of them.
Tony ehhd for a moment, and then he decided he could bring it up to his fellow scientist. "You know, I've been troubled with this for a while now, you know, I mean, when we sent that crazy god off into space..."
"You mean Loki?" Bruce asked, raising his eyebrows. Tony nodded and continued. "Remember how he looked the last day? I don't know what it was, and with Clint mentioning the guy had nightmares, I think that we might have sent them back too early. Maybe we could have waited a week or so. "
Bruce stared for a moment at him. "Are you serious about this, Tony? It's Loki who we are talking about."
"I know," Tony said. "But he cried, Bruce, he cried. I think he was genuinely scared of his punishment, oh, and did I mention that when I was sent downstairs to fetch him from that cell, he was having a huge panic fit? What the hell am I saying, he cried in my arms!"
"Wait, what?!" Bruce's eyes widened in shock and he took a step back. "Loki has cried in your arms?" Tony nodded.
"Yes, and he seemed pretty upset. And you saw him too, at central park, remember?" Tony picked up one of Bruce's papers and decided to stuff it in his pocket too, he liked what Bruce had written down there. "He cried a lot there, and he was so confused all the time. It really seemed that he had no clue of what we were expecting from him to do."
"Jeez Tony, what kind of gore story did you told him this time? He kinda looks a bit green now." Clint's voice echoed from the doorway. "So, what were you guys discussing?"
Clint walked from the door towards them and Tony turned around and pretended to be busy. "You tell him Brucie."
Bruce wondered whether tony was drunk or not and he looked at Clint, who was now touching one of Bruce's instruments. "We were discussing Loki and I suggest you do not touch that too much over there." He said with a stiff face.
"Why, can it explode or something?" The archer asked and ignored the rest of Bruce's request. "No, but if you screw that up the other guy won't like it, probably." Bruce added.
Bruce had never seen anyone in his entire life put something down that carefully.
"So, what's all the talking about Loki? I'm pretty sure I saw Thor and Loki set off to Asgard with my own eyes, and they are pretty damn well trained for seeing things."
"Well, Tony here tried just to explain to me that he thinks we sent Loki off to early. He told me that Loki had cried." Bruce tried to make a short summary of what Tony told him.
"And he cried in my arms, don't forget to add that." Tony said rather unashamed, writing down his ideas on Bruce's papers.
"I've seen him cry more than you do." Clint said back. "Back when Natasha didn't knock me almost in a coma, he had this habit of having me stand in his room for hours. The guy seemed to be very anxious about these aliens he had for an army. He seemed to have a lot of nightmares about them too, but I couldn't understand why. I think we should have asked him of it before we sent him to Asgard."
Tony nodded and Clint's words, and picked up a random wrench from the table, opening a bottle of alcoholic beverage with it. Bruce stared with wide eyes at him. "Seriously?"
"Yes, I'd think I'd call it a day for now. I'll see ya guys later!" and he walked of in the direction of his workplace, leaving the two men alone.
Thor knew something was wrong, but what he didn't understand. On the way back to his chambers he looked back at the dark hallway several times, and could not comprehend why he'd sent his brother off to such a fate. He knew what awaited Loki.
So why?
When he finally arrived in his chambers the first thing he did was taking of his battle armor, now full of scratches and tears. He bathed a short while, relaxing in the warm water. He felt his head hurt though, making him slightly dizzy. He tried to feel around with his hands to find a possible open wound that could have caused it, but strangely enough he couldn't find a single one. He tucked his head once more underwater and he also saw no blood flowing after he came above the surface again. Must be a bruise then, he thought.
After a while he felt clean enough and he put on his darker blue cloak he always kept for times of rest. Under it his belt, his favorite pair of pants and his usual boots.
After that he groomed his hair and looked into the mirror, and he noticed something... Strange. His eyes seemed bluer and slightly dilated. It must be the exhaustion, he thought in silence to himself. But then the image of a blue eyed Loki came rushing back from his memories and Thor's mouth fell open in shock. How? How was this possible, they had certainly destroyed all chitauri!
And then he remembered what Loki had done under their control and the Norns would know what would happen if he were to be the new enemy of Asgard! He had to tell someone! But how?
Father wouldn't understand, mother wouldn't know what to do and he couldn't just tell the Warriors three only. So he made the only choice he could think of besides the other options. He went to Heimdall, his friend in times of difficulty, but now he only needed him to keep a secret.
Thor walked as quickly as he could to the Bifrost, but he was careful for no one to see him. He wanted to leave Asgard in silence.
Heimdall was already waiting for him in his new watching place. After the Bifrost was destroyed they placed him in the outskirts of the city, where a large tower was build. Thor ran up the stairs, confident no one would see him here and entered Heimdall's room.
The floor was made as usually, from gold. A small fireplace was build into the round room, and the only other thing in the room was a writing desk. He had no need for luxury and wealth, as the watcher once had told him.
"I've seen you have come to me for my aid, my prince." Heimdall stood by the window, and had turned around to face Thor politely.
"Yes, and I think you already know of my plans." Thor's response was soft.
"You wish to leave Asgard." Heimdall spoke.
"Yes, and I intend to use the Tesseract for this. It's powers are enough to transport a man through all of the nine realms, and still no one would discover that it has been used. It's powers rival that of the Bifrost. There is thus only one thing I ask from you."
"And that would be, my prince?"
"If anyone in Asgard asks to or demands my presence, tell them I am exhausted and currently am resting in my chambers and do not wish to be disturbed." Thor said. He knew he could trust the guard for that. The watcher always chose his side, and was faithful to him. "And most important of all, do not tell my father I left Asgard."
Heimdall nodded and said. "I will, my prince, but be careful with what you are doing. Your friends may be harmed."
"I know, my friend, but there is no other option for me."
Thor knew it was a dangerous risk he would take. He knew he could harm his friends if the chitauri gained more control over his mind. But he also knew what he was doing, and after a short goodbye he left the tower.
Thor quickly reached the castle without any trouble, and took the stairway downwards to the weapon's vault, where Asgard's new transport system was located. He knew where to look for the Tesseract and he found it quickly.
It was placed upon a rectangular stone, secured on the floor. Around it was carved a circle of magic runes, and the blue light of the Tesseract reflected from the stone tiles. It was still placed in the device Selvig build for them. Thor knew how to transport without the Bifrost, he had seen Loki done it enough in their youth together, and after a long time of hunting and battling by his side, he had learned it too.
Suddenly his head started to hurt, and the blonde god knew the chitauri tried to blow away his memory, to leave him without empathy. He looked at Mjolnir, which he carried along him, attached to his belt. He discarded it, for it was a weapon, and if he battled his friends it would only be a disadvantage.
He quickly carved the runes for 'Midgard' in his lower arm and turned the handle. In no more than a moment he was engulfed by a familiar blue light and flew off to Midgard.
"Bruce! Bruce!" Tony excitedly entered Bruce's lab again, disturbing and annoying said scientist extremely. Bruce sighed and put his instruments down. "What is it Tony?"
"There was just this huge aurora entering our atmosphere! We should go take a look!" Bruce could almost see an imaginary dog tail wagging behind Tony's back, he practically stood there jumping up and down.
"Well, I'm not that sure Tony, it could also be Thor." He said hesitatingly, not wanting to put the other man in a downed mood.
"Of course it isn't Thor! He still has to repair the Bifrost, remember? He told us during the shawarma." Defended Tony with a hint of pouting in his face.
"I can't believe you remembered that... You were nearly stoned at that moment." Bruce muttered softly under his breath. Tony made comment in the direction of 'I heard that' but Bruce paid it no heed. He wanted to put on his lab glasses to continue with what he was doing before Tony had barged in but then he remembered that Tony actually had made a point.
"Alright then Tony, I guess we can take a look at it. Where was it exactly?" he asked.
"Seven and a half miles away from here." Tony shrugged. "I got a quinjet ready to take off so we can take the rest of us too. Maybe Clint or Cap feels something for it."
"Alright, you take Clint, I'll get cap then."Bruce said back and both men left off to find their teammates.
In his entire life, Loki had never been so terrified. After his rude waking he had been dragged into a dimly lit room with torches, where a large wooden table had been placed in the middle. Leather straps were attached to it, and Loki knew immediately for who that table was meant. Still clothed he was strapped to the table by several harsh-looking Einherjar, not the ones that had sewed his lips shut.
They took of his cuffs, but not before placing a magic suppressing collar on his neck. After that they had nearly thrown him on the table, nearly breaking his back. The straps against his neck were drawn uncomfortably tight, and he nearly choked.
After they had secured him tightly, they had left him in there for what seemed hours. He had waited in tension for them to come back. And when they did, he screamed in fear. His stitches drew blood, and he could feel it trickling down his face, but that did not matter to him. Because when the Einherjar came back, they carried another needle. The only thing Loki could think of was they would take out the stitches in his mouth and then make him go through the agony of the sewing again. But Asgard's torturers were more original than that. One of the men took a tight grasp of his head, and Loki felt his blood run cold when someone reached out with his hand only to hold his upper eyelid.
The first stab of the needle felt so sharp that Loki felt nauseous. They would make him blind. He wouldn't see anymore. Tears formed into his eyes when the whole needle was driven through his eyelid. Then the thread was dragged through and Loki felt it hurt less than when it was dragged through his lips. A little bead of blood came from the small opening.
When the man sewing punctured his lower eyelid and drew the thread tight Loki wailed in agony, clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles where white, almost as white as the pain felt. The wire they used to sew was pressed against his eye and he felt it ripping apart his cornea. He never imagined such unbearable pain existed, and he thought he would pass out from the anguish it caused. Loki comforted himself with the thought that when that happened, he wouldn't feel the pain. Even when his eye was closed forcefully by the string, his tears still rolled over his face, mingling with the blood from his lips and hurt him whenever they reached a spot where his lips where punctured, still sensitive.
The second time the thread was dragged through it hurt more, it being dragged over his iris and the dark haired god knew that by now he couldn't see clearly anymore with this eye. Without his magic there was of hope of ever regaining his normal sight back, if they would ever take the stitches back out. He sobbed at the thought of it. Another puncture had him writhing on the table again, straining against his leather bonds.
He hoped it could be over quickly, but his wish wasn't granted. By the time he was brought back to his cell, they had only done one eye. He didn't even have the strength to walk or crawl, so the Einherjar had to drag him back. He was still sobbing softly from the sharp pain the sewing had caused.
Back at his cell he was pressed with his face against the door, and his hands were cuffed behind his back again. The collar was not taken of. He felt how splinters of wood had digged themselves into the skin of his hand, and he was slightly surprised, still numbed by the pain of the sewing though, to not feel them bleed yet.
Then he was thrown back in his lonely cell. They locked the door before he had the chance to look back. He briefly wondered why they had not chained his feet like last time, but then he reminded himself that he couldn't even stand up properly, let alone escape his cell. He tried looking to where the corner of his cell was, and found himself curling in on the floor. During the sewing he tried to constantly remind himself of the fact that when he looked aside it would have his eyes scraping along the thread.
It took hours for him to gain the physical strength to crawl forwards until he hit the wall. There he remained, knees pulled towards his chest and trying to keep himself as small as possible. Why Loki did that, did he not know.
He sat for so long like that, not falling asleep from the pain of pulling of the threads that were crisscrossing parts of his face now. Loki shivered at the thought they would sew his other eye tomorrow, it would make him lose his entire sight, and he did not know what else was to come up.
If they would beat him, he wouldn't even see it coming! Why was he even here? He had done nothing? Or, nothing he could remember. The last thing he could recall from his memories was Thor and him going to Jotunnheim with the warriors three and Sif. And now Thor had left him! Why? Thor said he would never leave Loki, and Loki should never doubt his love for him.
Unless... Loki did something terrible. And Thor had asked him on Midgard why he killed the midgardians. Did he harm people? The mischief god was confused.
In the park where this mortal Tony had brought him Thor had strangely enough hugged him, as if he knew what was to come. Thor had been kind to him in Frigga's room too, and yet he woke up in a cage.
Would Thor care if he stayed in this place forever? Would Thor remember him if he stayed in this place forever? Or would Loki die alone and unloved? Loki fell tears roll down his cheeks as he silently tried to keep in his sobs, the stitches on his lips ripping his skin again, blood falling in his lap. He cursed himself for crying over already lost things, tomorrow he wouldn't have the chance of ever seeing Thor again after all.
Thor landed straight into the center of New York, scaring several people on the street, and cars had to stop to avoid crashing with him. Again the nauseous feeling took him over and he almost fell to his knees. He had to find his friends quickly, or else he would be slowly consumed by the chitauri's control. And when that happened it would be too late.
It was easy to point where he could find his friends, for Stark's tower rose several hundred feet above the average building. He could see it from miles away. He wanted to fly towards it, but then he remembered he did not have Mjolnir with him, so he started to run.
Halfway he could feel himself slowing down, and his vision became slightly blurry and it slowly gained a blue hue. He quickly turned in a dark alleyway, where no people were likely to be found. There he collapsed to the ground.
He could hear someone groaning and it took him a couple of moments to discover that it was himself he was hearing. The last thing he thought before darkness took him was 'so this is what Loki felt like' and then he blacked out.