A/N: The plot thickens!
The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.
Tony glared at Lanhr as the stood stood facing each other. Everyone else was moving behind them, getting ready for something, something that Tony wasn't going to like. His body felt warm, his hands and head tingling with some kind of anticipation. Someone handed something to Lanhr, but neither man looked away from each other to see what it was. Lanhr smirked and Tony glared harder.
"I usually don't like to send out my pets on something so important, but you, no you are special." Lahnr just smiled then looked at the object in his hands. "You I entrust with this mission, it is of the utmost importance. I also like to show off my new toys."
"You're a real piece of work aren't you?" Tony watched him. "You remind me of, well, me. When I was still a dick."
Lanhr snorted a little, smirk still on his face. He grabbed Tony's hand and pulled his arm out, opening his hand. Tony stiffened a little when he felt something heavy and metal in his hand. He looked down and saw two golden daggers. "We'll be taking a little trip soon, somewhere where you'll still in touch with Fae magic. There you'll be able to see just how much better I've made you."
"Not to sound like a teen magazine, but I was pretty happy with the way I was." Tony tried to flex his hand, hoping to drop the blades. He felt the pain creeping in at the corners of his eyes.
"I've improved you." Lanhr turned and started to walk, a motion of his hand and Tony was following him. "And you're going to need it where I'm sending you." Tony could feel the prickles of magic as they kept walking. A little worryingly, he recognized it as a portal. "We'll follow soon after, and if you perform well, you'll get a reward."
"Your head on a silver platter?"
"No, the Allfather's." Lenhr smirked, shoving Tony into the portal.
Tony took a breath and looked up, squinting a little at the sudden change in lighting. He was in what looked like a palace, more white than the gold of Asgard. If this was Alfheim then it made sense. His body straightened up and he started to move against his will. His steps were silent and fast. He flipped the second dagger to his other hand as he moved. He saw a pair of tall door, partially open, and heard talking. He could hear Thor's voice and felt his stomach drop.
They wanted him to kill them, to kill Thor and Odin. He grabbed onto a ledge in the architecture of the wall and started to pull himself up. He wondered for a second if this was what Clint and Natasha felt like when they were on missions.
Gripping the edge of the door he swung himself in and up, moving to the shadows. Looking down he saw four guards in the room. Thor, Odin, and two other men were in the room sitting at one end of a long table. He felt his arms want to move but he closed his eyes and stopped. He felt the pain again in his head as he fought the control. Tony swore he heard a growl in the back of his mind as his eyes snapped open and he started to move again.
Tony could fight it, not all the way, but enough. Maybe he could botch the attempt, warn Thor, get them to stop him. That was the only plan that he had right now.
There was a tingle in his hands and he suddenly found himself on the ground, feeling the magic working through his body. Tony grit his teeth and made his next footsteps clumsy as he headed for a guard. The tall elf turned at the noise, calling out to the others.
"Tony?" He could hear Thor but his body was too engaged in fighting the guards. He swung a dagger for one of the guards necks but pulled back, letting out a shout of pain as he did. He rolled away and against the wall. He took a deep breath and went to push away, but stopped, gritting his teeth. He arched his back as pain went shooting through his spine. He felt the guards grab his arms, the two daggers dropping to the ground with a heavy clang.
He was breathing heavily, but smiling a little as they dragged him off. He could feel the anger, the hatred, from Lenhr in his mind, but it didn't matter, not right now.
"Give me one good reason why he should not be executed immediately?" Balder and Loki heard the angry voice of their Uncle as they walked through the halls of Alfheims palace.
"Because I know him, that was not Anthony," Thor defended. Balder pushed open the doors and they walked in. Thor, Odin, Frigga, and Frey turned to look at them.
"You're right Thor," Loki spoke up before Frey could argue Thor's words. "I'd like to know where he's being held."
"I'm not just going to let you go to him only to find that you've both disappeared," Frey argued, looking at Loki.
"Frey," Frigga frowned, looking at her brother.
"The man came here to kill us, that much was obvious, and Loki's reputation for escaping and trickery isn't exactly a secret." Frey looked at Frigga, then back at Loki. "I'm sorry sister, but I won't let that happen."
"Then we'll all go down there, right now," Balder spoke up. He knew Loki was still a little raw from Jotunheim and didn't want a magic show down with the King of Alfheim, Uncle or not. "We'll all talk to him and find out who's telling the truth."
"I think that even you could agree to that," Odin said as he looked at Frey. The man growled once but nodded, moving as his guards flanked the group.
Frigga put a hand on Loki's cheek and he looked at her. She gave him a soft smile, a promise that they would talk later. He nodded once as they started walking. They were heading down towards the dungeons, but Loki shouldn't have been surprised, if what they say was true. As they got closer Loki tensed. They could hear shouting; Tony's voice.
"You're torturing him?" Loki tried to keep the growl out of his voice, but by the way Thor and Balder looked at him he didn't do very well.
"Not yet," Frey frowned as he heard it. The two guards were standing outside of Tony's cell, confusing the King even more. The door opened and Loki was the first one inside. Tony had golden shackles on his wrist, glowing slightly as they worked at blocking any of his powers. He was crouched on the floor, knuckles white as he panted.
"Tony," Loki dropped to his knees, putting his hands on Tony's face. "Shhhhh, I'm here. Can you hear me?" Tony didn't open his eyes as he fidgeted. His body was tense, shaking with pain.
"Can you find out who's doing this?" Balder asked stepping closer to Loki. He knew they would have to work quickly to try and find what Fae had been with Tony, Loki feared that the fae would try to kill Tony to not be caught.
"Not yet," Loki shook his head. "The runes on the shackles are the only thing keep him alive, even if they are the cause of his pain."
"What are you talking about?" Frey asked and Balder turned to answer him.
"These talks you've been asked to host have been a front, a decoy," Balder told him. "Don't let anyone leave for there is a traitor in our midst. While you've been here there's been a plot on Asgard, as I'm sure there will be others being hatched. One of the advisers, Jotho attempted a coup for the throne of Asgard." Balder started to tell them of what had happened since Odin and Thor had left.
Loki ran a hand through Tony's hair, hands glowing green softly as he tried to ease Tony's pain. The shackles stopped the Fae from keeping a direct connection with Tony, but they also separated him from the rouge magic that was inside of his body. Although it caused Tony pain, Loki saw this as a good sign. If Tony had completely bonded and attached to the fae magic inside then it could have made things complicated. He need Tony to stay unattached.
"I'm going to help you," Loki said quietly to the younger man. "I know you can't hear me, but I'm going to change all of that. I will make sure that everything is okay. I promise."
