A/N: A little due revenge.
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.
"This is about 40 feet underground, no mirrors for him to try and disappear through, just blank walls, and the door will only open to your hand print so he can't jimmy the door open or anything." The elevator door opened and Tony walked out first with Loki behind him. "There are cameras in there but I don't have them on. Want me to come back down after I put the kids to sleep?"
Loki shook his head and kissed Tony's cheek. "But you're probably going to come down anyway aren't you?"
"Does my workshop about 30 feet away count?" Tony smiled. They stopped at a door and a panel opened. "I'll see you later." He kissed Loki one more time before heading back down the hall for the elevator. He watched the him go before pressing his hand to the panel and walking through the door. He closed it with a click and look inside the plain room. Lahnr was standing there, waiting for him, hands still tied.
"I knew it wouldn't be long until you came down." He held up his hands and Loki snapped, the ropes falling off and disappearing. "So, who was it? Who is the one who commands the great Silvertongue?"
Loki growled but didn't move closer to him. "No one commands me. You are still a young whelp, only a few hundred years under your belt at best."
"That may be true, but I know more about the Fae than any other around me." Lanhr started to walk and Loki followed, the two starting to circle each other. "You were not born a fae, and if your master had been killed you would have died with them, no doubt they were a novice trying to claim the prize of a prince."
"Do you know your own history, I wonder? Do you know of Gauton?" Loki stopped to look at Lanhr, the two of them a little closer.
"Of course I do, he was one of the firsts, the pure ones," Lanhr frowned watching Loki. "What gives you the right to utter his name?"
"I killed him, because I didn't want him as my Master any longer." The elf growled and made the first move, coming at Loki.
"You lie!" Loki moved to the side of the fist and brought up his elbow, crushing his nose. "There's no way a bastard like you could have killed him!" Lanhr grabbed his arm and brought it down, swinging it behind Loki's beck and pushing him towards the wall. Loki rolled, twisting his arm out of Lanhr's grip.
"Technically, I was never a bastard. All of my parents were bound in union when they had me." He smirked as Lanhr growled and used the wall to push back towards Loki. "Better watch out," Loki taunted as he practically danced out of his reach. "Your anger is getting the better of you."
"I'm going to kill you and take pleasure in it." His hands flared with magenta energy and Loki raised an eyebrow. Seemed that his anger had helped him tap into a little more power than before. "For years my mother sought out the one who killed her brother. You're the reason my mother is dead."
Loki ducked a spell but coughed when a fist caught him in the chest on his way up. "Your mother is dead because she was a disgrace to the Fae." He grabbed Lanhr's glowing fist with his own glowing hand. They were both blown back when a spell exploded in their hands and Loki's back hit the wall. He blinked, shaking off the hit and pushed himself up. His head snapped to the side when a fist connected and he was thrown to the ground.
"We're underground, aren't we?" Lanhr kicked Loki's side hard, rolling him a couple of times. "I can feel it, can feel the earth around us." Lanhr moved and dropped his knees on Loki's legs and hips, and leaning over to drop his arm and most of his weight, on Loki's chest to keep him down. "I wonder what would happen if I opened a way to the Tear right now. I mean, you have to know where you're going to navigate the tear, and only a few people know the truth, right?" His other hand reached over and drew a small line in the air. "The best way to try and get away is to get underground right? Unless you spell the area before hand. And something tells me that you don't use the Tear very often."
Loki glared at Lanhr. "You do that you'll kill us both. Buried between realities under 40 feet of dirt and cement. Something tells me that's not how you want to go out."
"Who said anything about trying to kill you, yet." He grabbed Loki's forearm and thrust it into the small opening. Loki screamed and arched his back as his hand was crushed under the weight of thousands of pounds of dirt. Lanhr removed his hand and left a glowing ring around Loki's wrist, attached to the Tear opening. "Now, let's see what kind of fae power you've been hiding from everyone."
Loki tried to throw Lanhr off, but his movement was restricted with the elf sitting on top of him and his arm held out. Lanhr put a hand flat on Loki's chest and it started to glow. He fidgeted at the sensation of his magic stirring up inside of him.
Tony was sitting in his chair in his workshop, trying to decide how upset Loki would be if he went down and waited by the door. He said he'd wait for him here in the workshop. He'd been known to lie about things like that. Tony suddenly frowned and felt a stirring in his chest, just above the reactor. He grunted when his chest started to burn. It reminded him of the feeling of Lanhr's magic. Stumbling up from the chair he made his way to the room. Loki needed help.
"Mmm, yes, I can feel your children," Lanhr smirked. "Nothing I can do to influence them, they were born like that. But this one," he twisted his hand and Loki jerked, letting out a pained gasp. "This one is connected to someone. An unintentional link, right?" He looked at Loki, a mad glint in his eyes. "So if I broke it? Would it kill him? What would it do to you?" He twisted his hand again and Loki moved, grunting. "Would your kids feel it too?"
Loki opened his eyes when he heard the soft click of the door. "There he is now." He grinned and moved to twist his hand again but a whining noise caught his attention.
"Get off of him, asshole," Tony growled, pointing a hand repulsor at him. Loki could see a hand on his chest, feeling the pain through their connection. Tony watched Lanhr closely. "You have exactly two seconds to get off."
"And you think that-" He flew off and over Loki, slamming into the wall as Tony shot at his back.
"I take my countdowns seriously." Tony glared. Loki took a breath and reached his other arm over to his trapped hand. Tony knelt down to help him sit up and it jostled his wrist. He sucked in a breath and put his hand on Tony's chest.
"Get back, lock the door." Loki's fingers glowed and he slowly pulled his hand out, closing the tear, keeping it from Tony's view. Lanhr started to laugh as he rolled to his knees on the ground. "Nevermind, this won't take long."
Loki got up and slowly walked over to Fae. He grabbed his shirt and hauled him up to his feet. "They'll know now," Lanhr smiled at him. "The Fae, they'll know it was you that killed Gaunton. How long will you be able to hide this time?"
"I'm sick of hearing you talk." Loki's hand crackled with power and he shoved it into his chest quickly. Lanhr's eyes widened and Loki watched the magenta glow die from his eyes. Loki let the body drop and Tony hurried over, getting under his arm before Loki's knees gave out completely.
"JARVIS, deep cleanse," Tony said as they headed for the door. "Burn it, wash it, everything." He pushed the door closed and the lock clicked into place. They heard a quiet roar from behind the door. Tony and Loki slid to the ground, both taking a breath. "Fuck, Loki," Tony looked over and saw his hand. "What the hell happened?"
"An unfortunate casualty," Loki mumbled. "I can heal it, but not for a while."
"Well we can't just let it sit, you'll end up losing the hand." Tony moved, gently lifting the his arm but not touching his hand. "It's been crushed."
"I can always make a new hand, you know." Tony blinked and looked at him.
"Okay, I'm not sure if that's creepy or not. Does it just grow, kind of like Doctor Who?" Loki rolled his eyes at him. "Oh whatever, come on," He put Loki's good arm around his shoulders and pulled him up. "Just let me try and treat it, I'm not going to let you lose the hand." Loki let him drag him back down the hall, leaning on him a little. Loki didn't care about his hand, not when he had Tony right there with him.
