Dazing off, the over-strained god rested the back of his head against the white wall, his long curly Raven hair was an absolute mess, and that bothered him way more than the pain. Another click spread through the room, making Loki groan at the upcoming beating he was going to recieve. His vision was hazy, almost as if he were drugged. The prison guards entered and jerked the prisoner up causing him to stumble foward clumbsily. Loki's legs felt like noodles and the two guards struggled to drag the towering man out of the cell. The blurry surroundings seemed to brighten, and he saw glipses of gold.

Thor's eyes widened as he saw his beloved brother had almost become unreconizable masked by caked blood, cuts, bruises and worst of all, his messy hair. Loki looked sickly thin and paper pale. Even if Loki hated him, Thor would always love his brother, and seeing him in this condition was devistating. The extensive damage done to the God's body made his stomach turn upsidedown, he held his mouth, feeling the acidy bile burn his throat. Frigga turned her face, not being able to face her son in full light. Loki's breath was slow weary as he tried to make out the blurred faces.

Tony never imagined he'd actually take pity on the maniac that threw him out of his own window and had killed so many, but he had a heart, and anyone with a heart no matter how cruel would take pity on the man who struggled to even stand straight.

Taking the skeleton of a god into his arms, the short mortal tried his best not to touch any of the wounds, though it was nearly impossible considering almost every inch of his body was either bruised, cut, or burned.

Just as they had arrived, they left back to Earth, though Tony wasn't used to teleporting yet, it gave him a lightheaded disoriented feeling both times. "Man of Iron.."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you.."

"Uh... Please don't get all emotional on me, I am only doing what is right."

They were in front of Stark's Malibu mansion that was still under repair, and were quickly greeted by a worried Pepper that had a clipboard in her hand.

"Oh my god!" She shreiked, looking her calm composure she always tended to have even in the worst of situations.

"Yeah.. I need a first aid kit.."

"FIRST AID!? HE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL."

"NO" Thor and Tony both replied in unison making the Ginger blink at them.

"Um hellooo, this is the dude that caused an alien invasion Pep.."

"Thats... Loki?"

Dumbfounded, the redhead just opened the door for them and after they were in she took off her heels and ran to grab Tony's first aid kit.

"Welcome home sir" Jarvis greeted

"WHAT IN THE NINE RELMS? SHOW YOURSELF" He challenged the unseen entity raising his Mjölnir in the direction of the disembodied voice.

"Sir, is your friend... Mentally challenged?" Jarvis asked in a slightly sassy tone.

With a loud snort Tony explained that the voice was just an AI that he had created to assist him, and the puzzled god nodded though he didn't really understand.

Tony lowered the unconscious body onto his expensive, completely white, satin sheets that instantly stained with contact, how he didn't die from blood loss really confused Stark.

Thor's eyes filled with tears, the big man sniffled and tried to calm down before he would wreck the mansion that was already under repair apart.

"Calm down. He will be fine, I promise." Tony said, automatically wishing he could take them back as the muscular arms embraced him with the worst bone-crushing bear hug he had ever been given. "CAN'T- BREATHE"

"Oh, forgive me.." Thor apologised, setting the blue-faced man down that gasped for air.

"Geez.. Never do that again."

"I'll try not to.." The blond God replied with a warm smile on his face.

Stark pulled off the bloody shirt and tossed it aside waiting for pepper to return.

"Your chest.." Thor said in almost a whisper as he noticed it was bandaged up.

"Oh yeah, recently got into a bit of an accident."

Thor felt a prickle of guilt as he realized Tony had carried his brother all the way to the bed though he himself had not been 100% recovered from his injury.

"Banner told me not to do any heavy lifting, but Loki is unnaturally light. I plan to email Fury the pictures and keep Loki here until he is back to his old self, er.. Weight and body injury-wise of course, he still has his sharp tongue and attitude problem, so I am sure he is fine in the mental department at least. Do not tell any of the other's Loki is on earth, got it?"

"Understood, Man of Iron." he replied with a really derpy smile.

Pepper ran into the room with a stack of first aids in her arms. "Thanks Pep."

"Ah, Lady Pepper, My name is Thor Odinston" He greeted giving the beautiful ginger a prickly kiss on her hand.

"Oh.. Nice to meet you "

"Please...Call me Thor.." he insisted with a bit of an awkward smile.

Stark rolled his eyes and tended to Loki's wounds. The god flinched as his wounds were cleaned, but he didn't wake up, he just couldn't muster the energy.

In a deep dream, Loki found himself walking in darkness. Each step he took caused the black ground to ripple, as if he was walking on water. Blindessly walking forward truly terrified him, because it seemed that was all he knew how to do now. He accused others of being desperate, but in truth he was the desperate one, devoid of a purpose or any pleasant memories. His whole life had always been a lie, even when he tried to step out of the shadows in order to create his own fate, it would inevidly unravel and he would be thrown back into the was the point of trying to act rebellious? Perhaps he was addicted to the pain he received because it reminded him he could actually feel anything but jealousy and hatred towards his father who had lied to him his entire existence, and his brother that he'd always walked in the shadow of and envied. A light beeping sound that was drowned out by his endless thoughts began to grow louder.

The God slowly opened his eyes, thinking for a moment he was still inside of his cell, he gently lifted his sore back off of the luxurious bed. He noticed a needle attatched to his arm and a strange machine with loud green zigzag kined that had created the sound from his dream.

"You look like shit." Tony bluntly stated, noticing how rapidly he had healed overnight.

Loki stayed quiet, pondering if he had woken up in some weird form of hell.

"Jarvis, what time is it?"

"10:49 PM sir, should I start a shower for your guest?"

Baffled by the voice, Loki's expression didn't change, nor did he ask any questions.

"Up for a shower?"

Loki's glance tore from the ceiling to the mortal, then he nodded.

"Okay, start up the showers, how hot do you like it?"

"Ice-cold."

"You heard the man."

"Yes sir..." Jarvis replied as he started up the cold shower.

"Is this a dream? Last I remember I was in my cell"

"If you miss it I can take you back Bambi"

"NO." Loki said defensively, making Tony raise his hands.

"Its a joke."

"Why.. Did you save me?"

"Because what they did to you was beyond fucked up. I have a heart y'know." Tony said tapping on his arc reactor.

"So Odin.. Just let you take me?"

"Well, yeah, I made a deal with him to let you come to earth to receive punishment by us instead"

"Oh" Loki replied dryly examining his treated burns. "Well, this means I owe you one I suppose."

"UH, I think you mean two. You did throw me out of my own window."

"Ah, yes." He replied as if he just recalled a fond memory.

Smirking, Tony rolled his eyes and as he began to walk out.

"Oh one more thing, what if I happen to escape?"

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

Stark winced at the god, cockily smirking "I just know."

Loki smirked back, almost tempted to accept the challenge Tony practically laid out on a silver platter.

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