Disclaimer: I don't own any of the MARVEL-characters.

Warnings: AU, incest, slash, Scumbag!Odin, cursing, slight Dub!Con, explicit scenes and language.

Rating: M!

AN: Thank you for reading this story. I hope this chapter will be enjoyed!

Bend and Break

Part Three

Loki can't believe they are actually going to another one of Stark's parties. He can't believe he's still welcome! They ride to the biggest mansion of the neighborhood and Loki is already plotting to make this party the worst one so far. He knows Odin can read his thoughts – truly, his face is an open book. Yet, Odin stays silent this time. He's probably learned by now that warning his youngest son earns him nothing.

They arrive and the first thing Loki does is steal two martinis from a waiter's plate. He chugs them down and pulls a horrid face. Thor is smirking at him.

"This is awful," Loki spits, glaring at the empty glasses, "why do people drink this shit?"

He puts the glasses on a table.

Thor presses a beer in his little brother's hand. "Here, this will wash it down."

Again, Loki chugs it down in one go. It does taste a bit better, but he craves something else. Something more. He checks his pocket and finds his bottle of pills safely tucked away. He isn't going to take something yet. The evening is still young and he is planning on making it one long haul. He'll make the last party seem like a boring drag.

"I have to find some important prick to annoy." He scans his surroundings and he sees a viable target. He doesn't know the guy, but he is old and probably easily offended and shocked. He brings out his best wanna-fuck-me-face. Thor is already rolling his eyes as walks away.

Before Loki can actually reach the old man, he is intercepted by a young redhead. She is pretty and tiny and fierce-looking. Loki has decent knowledge of the human nature and he can see that you do not mess with this girl. But he's Loki so he has to give it a change.

"I know who you are," the redhead says, seizing up Loki as she scans his entire body. She has the worst condescending look upon her face and Loki already dislikes her. "You're Loki Odinson. You nearly ruined the last party thrown by Mr. Stark."

"Nearly ruined?" He flashes her his most charming smile. It's completely fake and he likes it that way. "I'll have to try better then."

"No," the girl merely says, crossing her arms before her chest.

"Wait, this isn't fair," he pouts, "you know who I am, but I haven't the faintest clue who you are."

"I am Natasha Romanoff," the girl introduces herself. She straightens her back, clearly proud. "And I work for Mr. Stark. I am his personal assistant. This party is important so I suggest you don't try any funny business."

"Geez, you are no fun." Loki wants to walk away, but Natasha comes to stand before him again.

"I mean it."

"You sound like my dad."

This time, he does manage to escape her. Honestly, when will people learn? The more you forbid him from doing something, the more he'll do it. Don't ruin the party? Ruining the party it is! Even if it's only to piss of Odin. He's really a very small child on the inside. Or maybe he's just a jerk. Loki doesn't really know.

He is on his way to talk to the grumpy old man when his eyes land on a new target. The great Stark himself is standing to his left and Loki is feeling lucky. He walks towards the billionaire and goes to stand next to him without saying anything. Stark's conversation-partner frowns, utters some words under his breath (probably some insults towards the youngest Odinson) and then leaves.

Tony Stark turns to look at him.

"The great Anthony Stark," Loki says. A waiter passes him and he grabs two more martinis. He knows he doesn't like them, but he drinks them anyway. Alcohol is alcohol. "I must admit that I was surprised when I found out I was still welcome here."

"Of course you are, Loki," Tony says much too politely, "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot last time." He extends his hand for Loki to shake it.

Loki stares at the hand and then continues to ignore the gesture all together. "See, here I was, thinking that you just had to see me again. I have that kind of effect on people. I attribute it to my good looks. People meet me and they just…they want to fuck me."

Tony drops his hand, sighs, but says nothing. He looks at Loki with the strangest gaze in his eyes. Is that pity? Loki would have none of it! He was able to push Odin's buttons so he had to be able to push those of a billionaire. He had to find Tony's weakness and use it. After all, if he doesn't to it first; they'll do it to him.

"I don't want to fuck you, Loki."

"Really? I've seen the way you look at me. The things I would do to you, Stark." He bites his lower lip. "You don't even have to be gay to-"

"Loki," Tony says, stopping him mid-sentence. He doesn't sound angry or even upset. It annoys Loki greatly, but Tony manages to say more. "I hear you're quite the brilliant student. Why don't you tell me about your studies?"

Loki narrows his eyes. This is not the way he wants the conversation to head in. "Who cares? It's fucking august so I tend not to worry much about school. Now tell me, what do you like?"

Tony rolls his eyes. It's a gesture that reminds Loki so much of Thor.

"You're banging that redhead, aren't you?" Tony remains silent. "That's very cliché, Stark, I am disappointed in you."

"Her name is Natasha and I am not sleeping with her," Tony counters. He seems to curse himself for allowing Loki to drag him back into the conversation. He takes a sip from his whisky.

"Then who do you fuck around here?" Loki licks his lips. He is enjoying this very much. Very much indeed. He loves to see Tony squirm. If he continues down this path, he might even manage to make the man blush! Now that would be an accomplishment because it's well known that Tony Stark is not easily taken off guard. "Do you sleep with half the men present in this room? Is that how you and your company are growing so fast? Did you fuck my father?"

"God no!"

Loki doesn't stop there. "My mother?"

Tony closes his eyes for a second, then says, "I would never-"

"Nah, I know you wouldn't," Loki interjects, "but I can see you with my dad. He doesn't easily admit it, but he will fuck everything that moves. Seriously, I think he's done every maid we've had so far and that is saying something. And every pool boy as well."

Tony inhales sharply.

"So have you shagged my dad?"

"No, Loki, I have not."

"Then who?" Loki grabs another martini from a waiter's plate. Seriously, do these rich people drink nothing better than that crap? "Are you hot for Thor?"

Tony loses his temper at that moment. "I'm not hot for anyone!"

Loki grins, feeling pleased. Then he hears his father's commanding voice behind him and he drops his smirk. He does not take his gaze away from Stark, however. "You'll have to excuse me," he says in a soft, lovely voice. He bows his head closer to Tony and whispers, "I have an appointment with Odin's right fist."

"Enough!" Odin takes Loki by the arm and turns him around with much force.

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private," Tony quickly suggests, feeling the stares of everyone in the room on them. It's an exact repeat of the previous party and he's clearly not in the mood for that. Loki already knows that he will not get an invite for the next charity-event. He honestly couldn't care less.

Odin agrees with Tony and follows him into the kitchen. He doesn't let go of Loki's arm and he's starting to really hurt him now. The servants scatter apart when they see the three of them enter. Odin finally lets go of his youngest son when Frigga hurries inside as well. She looks red in the face – probably having had too much wine already. Loki knows she's mortified, but he cares not. It's not like she will ever stand up for him so why would he have to bother about her feelings?

"We should all take in a deep breath," Tony suggests.

Odin only has eyes for the billionaire now. "I am very sorry for my son's behavior."

Loki doesn't know why Odin still bothers with the apologies. It's not like it will help.

"You know," Loki says, looking at his father with a complacent smile on his face, "Tony and I were actually having a decent conversation. I can't help it that everyone is so easily offended. My questions were legit."

Odin spins around on his heels and raises his hand as to hit Loki. Tony quickly jumps between them as he tries to protect Loki. "Okay. We should definitely calm down." He keeps switching his gaze between the father and son.

Again, Loki does not know when to shut up. He looks past Tony and into Odin's furious eyes. "It is a known scientific fact that the use of constant violence is a sign of impotence."

Tony slowly shakes his head in disbelief and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Odin looks about ready to burst. His face is white with rage and his eyes stand unnaturally wide. Frigga rushes to her husband's side and places a hand on his chest. "Calm down, dear, you know how Loki is always-"

This time, Loki grows agitated. "Oh don't defend him, mother."

Tony throws him a don't-you-ever-stop-look?

Loki throws him a look right back. An off-course-I-don't-ever-fucking-stop-look. "Why don't you come here and hit me again, father? I'm sure another black eye would look just fancy on me."

"You're a cruel boy," Odin spits.

"Well, maybe I just looked at you and found the perfect example," he counters, "you are a terrible father. I mean, who starts hitting his son when he's only nine years old?"

"You're not even my son!"

Frigga turns away, covering her face with both her hands. Odin closes his mouth and Loki just stares.

"What?"

"All right, all right, time out!" Tony says loudly, but no one has any attention for him.

"I'm not even your son?" Loki echoes. All amusement and cruelty vanishes from his eyes and voice. At this very moment, he is nothing more than a hurt, little boy. He feels nine years old again, when Odin had hit him for the first time. He feels absolutely powerless. He looks at the man he has always called father and Odin stares right back at him. "What does that mean?"

"Let's discuss this later," Frigga intervenes.

"No," Loki says stubbornly, aware that his voice is shaking, "we're not going to discuss this later. We're discussing this now because apparently Odin found that now is the perfect time to throw something like that into the open!"

The more he speaks, the angrier he becomes again.

Tears roll over Frigga's cheeks, but Loki keeps his heart as cold as stone.

"If I am not your real son, then who am I?" He shifts his gaze between his mother and father. "Am I adopted?"

"Yes," Odin answers, sounding like an old and tired man. Loki would have none of this. Odin doesn't get to play this fragile and vulnerable role right now. He doesn't get to be a victim here. "I am sorry you had to find out like this, Loki."

"No," Loki shakes his head violently, "you don't get to be sorry. It makes so much sense now! Why you favored Thor all these years, because no matter how much he screws up, he gets a pass. When I screw up, I get beaten!"

Tony stands awkwardly to the side. He looks like he wants to disappear from this scene, but somehow he can't. He just stares at his three guests.

Loki's breathing is shallow and uneven. His jaw is set in a hard line. He suddenly realizes how vulnerable he looks and acts and he must do something about that. "Well, let me shatter your perfect idea of Thor, Odin. Let me shatter the very idea that you still have a family. I fucked Thor!"

Frigga stumbles back and Odin sucks in a sharp breath. Tony merely lowers his gaze.

"That's right," Loki continues, poison on the tip of his tongue while tears stream down, "you, Odin, screwed up your family to this point. I fucked Thor last week."

Frigga faints and Tony rushes towards her. Odin just stands there, perplexed.

Loki flees from the room.