I now have a new beta (sparklyblues) that looked over this chapter and I'm hoping that I will be updating sooner. This chapter was weird because it is Loki's POV and it is mainly in the past. I hope everyone likes!
Now edited because I was too lazy and impatient to so it before.

Not mine, never mine, usual disclaimers

The Void. Complete and utter nothingness. There was no heat, no cold, no sound, and no light.

Loki did not know how long he fell before the Chitauri found him, fishing him out of the Void and saving him from eventual insanity. After so long of so much nothing the promises of something to do, to think, to imagine, to fight, to feel were like little miracles. He was no longer alone with his thoughts and memories that tried to destroy him. He had fallen for so long after letting go, not wanting to let perfect Thor save him, that his mind had begun to break.

The pain the Chitauri and their masters brought was almost welcome.

At first he had simply been joyous that he had been rescued from the Void but that had all changed when the Other and his master, Thanos, wanted the information that Loki held, both greedy for power. He was Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, and he would not be manipulated. He resisted their main method of coercion with practiced ease, torture was nothing that he had not gone through before, but it was much harder to resist their other methods.

His mind was left no time to heal from the Void, Thanos using his power to widen the hairline fractures into a network of cracks that could shatter with a single, well placed, push. Each time a new break was made, a small piece of Loki's will was chipped away. He had no intention of submitting to Thanos and his slaves nor did he have any intention of letting his mind shatter as he knew it would if he continued to resist.

In the end he was forced under by Thanos's great mind controlling powers, his mind too broken to resist completely. There had been a blue haze, similar to the color of the tesseract, and then nothing. Loki was not dead but he no longer had his magic or a body that obeyed his will, there was only the blue haze that lingered in his vision and clouded out the rest.

He could not recall much of what happened after Thanos had put him under. What Loki could remember were bits and pieces of what should be a whole; the flash of red and gold across a black sky, a snip of music blasting from unseen speakers, an offer for a drink, the roar of a beast, and then pain.

He remembered Thor escorting him back to Asgard to be punished for crimes that he did not even remember committing. He remembered hearing of the woman who had raised him, Frigga's, death and the pain that came with another loss. He remembered agreeing to help Thor save his woman, Jane. He remembered the Ether, so like the tesseract and so full of power. He remembered dying.

It was not very difficult to fool Thor into believing he was dead and shifting forms was a natural talent of his that did not even require magic to preform. It had been remarkably simple to avoid detection and spread the news of his death. Loki had been hopeful word would reach Thanos and the Mad Titan would end his search for revenge. In this respect his ploy was unsuccessful.

He had shifted into Odin for a time, taking the All Father's place while the man was in the All Sleep, when Loki had felt he was being watched. It was not long after that he had been snatched away by some of the last remaining Chitauri and the Other, Odin awakening from the All Sleep at almost the same time. His absence was never noticed as the real Odin was back upon his golden throne.

The Other had promised him that if he failed to recover the tesseract, Thanos would make him long for something sweet as pain. He was not completely unsuccessful in keeping his promise.

When Loki was recaptured, the first thing that the Chitauri did was tie him down and proceed to break virtually every bone in his body. Each time a bone was snapped his magic involuntarily rushed up to heal it and as soon as it was healed the bone was broken once again. The Chitauri found great pleasure in attempting to find creative ways to break each and every bone that would result in a shout or a cry.

By the time the Chitauri managed to wrench a sound from my throat his body had been drained of both energy and magic, all of his precious power involuntarily attempting to heal the many broken bones and bruises until there was nothing left the give and the bones remained broken.

Even though Loki's magic was drained, Thanos had let his minions toy with him for what felt like an eternity but had to have been only a couple of days more. They did not break any more of his bones but they were very thorough when using their fists, whips, and knives. The only thing used sparingly was the hot poker, a relief for him as he was not Ãsier but Jötun which meant he was better suited for the cold.

After Thanos let his minions have their fun, the Mad Titan had sent him to the one place where it was possible one could long for pain. He was placed back into the Void.

Left with only the pain of his injuries and the emptiness of his drained magic, Loki had slowly been losing his mind. Luckily, Thanos had not accounted for how powerful a sorcerer Loki was or how quickly his magic would regenerate.

Just when he had reached the limits of his tolerance, Loki felt a spark. It was small but there, a fine trickle of magic flowing back to him. Not wanting to stay in the Void another second longer, Loki twisted the Void around him and let it take him to any place of its choosing because anywhere, anything, was better than where he had been.

It had been pure chance that he had ended up in Stark Tower, the very same place where he was told he created a portal and threw the owner of the building out of a window. After all of the bad things he had been told or remembered doing in this place he was quite surprised when the mortal human, Tony Stark walked into the tower unarmed.

In that moment he had remembered when this had happened before and how this man had offered him a drink that he had never received. Even more surprising that being unarmed was how the mortal had fallen to the ground, gasping for breath, after seeing him. It had never been his intention to hurt anyone but his concern for the mortal had been replaced by fear when he heard a voice speaking but could not discern from where the voice was emanating.

Thankfully, Stark had recovered quickly and the mysterious voice fell silent at the mortal's command. What Loki had found odd was how, even though he knew he had threatened this man and thrown him out of a window, it was Stark who had rambled on about the various reactions of different people to first hearing the mysterious voice named JARVIS, almost as if the mortal was trying to comfort him.

That, of course, was not the case but Loki had still found himself unconsciously relaxing as Stark rambled on, with his waning strength he found it hard to stay tense and alert when there was nothing threatening.

It was only when the mortal had reached out towards him did he realize how close the other man was to him and how tired he must be to not have noticed. He had been even more confused when Stark spoke of expensive tiles only to realize that there was growing puddle of blood on the ground surrounding him and that the blood dripping onto the tiled floor was his.

The mortal had been surprisingly gently as he was lain onto a nearby couch where his wounds were tended to by calloused hands with light touches. The glimmer of understanding and pain in the other man's eyes whenever Loki flinched or tensed up was something that Loki had never dealt with before. There had been kindness in every touch, even if it caused pain, because Stark was actually trying to help. Such soft kindness was something foreign to Loki now, a memory that faded away in times past.

Eventually Loki had succumbed to his injuries and exhaustion but he had done so with a strange feeling of warmth that had come from the kindness Stark had shown him and how his body and mind were finally able to heal from the hurts they had endured. Unfortunately, even the newfound sense of almost safeness could not comfort him when his nightmares came and ravaged his mind.

He was back in the Void, left with nothing but his pain and knowledge that the Chitauri would leave them here until he was broken to resume the torture they had begun. He had no magic, no hope. There was nothing he could do but shout into the Void, unable to hear his screams in the Void's pure emptiness.

Suddenly, he stopped. Stopped screaming, stopped moving, stopped thinking because in the midst of the endless nothingness there was something. There was sound. It was very faint, but Loki could hear a voice in the emptiness of the Void.

He couldn't understand what the voice was saying, the soft sound completely contradicting the total emptiness that was the Void. The wrongness of the situation enveloped Loki's mind and he closed his eyes in and effort to make sense of the contradictions even as the voice grew more distinct. Loki could finally make out what was being said only to become more confused as the voice seemed to be calling his name. So he opened his eyes.

He opened his eyes to see a pair of dark brown orbs staring worriedly back at him.

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