(AN: I'M SO SORRY! So procrastination and work got the best of me, I'm super sorry and I'm also posting this at 1:30 am so this is very rushed out tbh but if there is anything you want further elaborated [i decided against going into the mission to get the muzzle n cuffs because i cbf with the POV change and it's not really relevant to the story, kinda just filler tbh] then i'll do that after i finish work later today! please enjoy the new chapter, i was very overwhelmed with the response i got on here, personal messages, reviews and the like. I thank you for your support and honestly it helped me get into gear and continue writing this so let me be one of those and say PLEASE REVIEW because i love constructive criticism and praise~ anyways, happy reading!)
Can You Love A Monster?
Chapter 2: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
"If it's all the same to you… I'll have that drink now"
Loki was battered and bruised, cuts upon his skin thanks to the fighting and yet he still has enough strength to stand despite Clint's bow to his face and the other Avengers trying to look menacingly at him.
Loki merely gives that trademark trickster smirk and proceeds to summon doppelgangers to attack the Avengers.
They look exactly like Loki, down to the very last wound and there are at least 20 of them now pounced upon the Avengers in combat.
Loki, of course, takes advantage of the distraction; he runs out of what's left of Stark Tower's window, he uses what little magic he has left as he jumps he ensures a safe landing even though he has no clue how unsafe it really is.
Now how was he able to do this you ask?
Well, after Hulk did as Hulk does best and smashed Loki senseless, Hulk had left Loki alone and that gave him the perfect opportunity to regather a decent sum of his magic, not all of it, not by a long shot but just enough for a few more tricks.
Loki was drained, his magic mostly depleted so he stumbled into a nearby alleyway to recover as his black hair stuck to his face with the mix of blood and sweat, his armour visibly damaged and his eyes had returned to their emerald hue instead of the sceptre controlled blue.
He had closed his eyes as he tried to control his ragged breathing, that was when he heard a commotion from the other side of the alley, further down from his position and he didn't bother caring about the banter.
The males seemed to be searching for something or someone and that is when footsteps approached Loki.
Before he could react, the men were upon him, holding him in a way to restrict his movements and one man spoke.
Man: "What do we have here? Aren't you the guy that caused all this? You'll fetch a nice price on the black market and the boss will be more than pleased with this!"
The man speaking was fair skinned, Loki of course not being from Earth wouldn't know he's Irish, It would make sense to any other Earthling since he donned a green bandana with the Irish flag upon his bright orange head.
His companion also holding Loki was slightly tanned with a stranger kind of accent, Spanish actually, he was a man of shorter than average height and yet very buff.
Both clothed in dark attire, black pants, black jackets and whatever lies underneath.
So basically two very lucky guys just got the drop on a weakened God and said God can't currently do a thing about the event.
Spaniard: "He'll be very happy now c'mon lets drag him to the van"
The Irishman nods to his Spanish companion, with the tactful use of pressure points the Spaniard, sends the God to sleep and truth be told they're both surprised it worked on him.
They drag Loki's limp body to a van they'd parked at the back of the alley, originally planning on kidnapping a young female or even Tony Stark himself since they're at the arse end of his building, they instead come into possession of something far greater and hope their boss will be pleased.
Upon awakening Loki doesn't see much, a dark room, the smell of some form of smoke and other mixed scents he can't place his finger upon.
He tries to sit up but finds himself wincing in pain as he tries to do so; chains and barbed wire bind his wrists, ankles and neck to a flat surface beneath him.
Suddenly he can hear muffled voices along with even more strange accents that begin to fill the air as footsteps approach, no doubt belonging to the voices which are also drawing closer and beginning to make the weak God feel just a tad unsettled.
A light flickers on, his eyes flutter open and closed as they adjust to the newfound brightness but his attention is quickly brought to the woman who has begun to speak, the table is a lowered one, he can see the woman standing above him within arm length, he can also see the Irishman and the Spaniard standing to the side behind her.
Woman: "So this is he? The man who brought the aliens? Seems legit, I recognise the outfit from the live news reports... You've done well"
Her accent is very different from both of theirs, far thicker, stronger and indeed even stranger.
Unbeknownst to Loki, it's British.
Spaniard: "Th-thank you, Ma'am, we spotted him outside Stark Tower in the alley"
Loki listens carefully to the exchange between the woman and her obvious henchman and furrows his brow.
~It's obvious the man fears the woman, perhaps she is in a position of power here? ~
Loki's gaze is fixed to the ceiling thanks to the restraints though they haven't gagged him, with a trademark smirk across his face,
"I dress far better than you swine from Midgard, I assure you"
He hears a scoff before his cheek becomes wet, he assumes the woman spat on him and it only makes him smirk.
"May I ask what precisely you wish of me? Or perhaps you've gained yourself a prize but not a clue as to what to do with it? If I recall, women aren't normally in any position of power here and yet you act as a leader"
A sharp pain overwhelms his side, she's kicked his side, and the woman, clad in a black suit that seems like it wasn't made for her, is wearing boots that most certainly hurt and she is a brunette with her hair cut into a mid-length style.
Woman: "What shall I do with you...?"
A cruel smirk placed upon her lips as she leans down to Loki, extending a hand with intimidating long nails that are now tracing along his damaged cheek and the sound of the two men swallowing with fear.
{A week later}
Loki had had enough, he wasn't going to let stupid Midgardians hurt him anymore and he had gathered a small amount of magic back to finally retaliate.
He was no longer bound to the table, no, the woman known as Veronica had bound him to a wall with chains without barbed wire this time and he planned to escape.
The Irishman could be heard grumbling as he trudged along down to the basement where Loki was kept, upon the man's arrival Loki used what little power he had to control his mind with his magic, and he didn't need a sceptre for that thankfully since he had been doing such feats for a very long time.
"Undo these restraints"
As soon as the words left Loki's slowly healing lips the pale Irishman began undoing the restraints, Loki was free and the moment he was a snap could be heard as he snapped the neck of the Irishman and pushed his body to the floor with a thud echoing throughout the room as it lands.
Loki stood tall for a moment, smirking cruelly at his handiwork and almost letting a laugh escape his lips.
~Foolish creatures... so easily manipulated~
He strode proudly through the halls, summoning his daggers as he walked he slit the throats of many as he walked, he had no clue where the exit was of course and was simply winging it but unfortunately he was cut short by the small "pew" sound, a turn of his head and his eyes falling upon a small device with a red fuzzy end is the last thing he sees before black engulfs his vision.
The next time he wakes it is with a literal shock, strapped to a chair as a pair of tong-like tools with wires upon them clip onto his nipples and shock him once more.
A scream tears through his lungs at the shock before the tongs are removed and he is left panting, his head hung and his body trembling with pain.
Veronica: "You killed them! You had a smile on your face as you slaughtered my men!"
He struggled to smirk and could all but mumble his response.
"I believe... it is called... a-a smirk"
His voice cracks slightly as he tries to keep his composure, obviously angered by his response she clamps the tongs on his nipples once more, his jacket and shirt had been removed but his pants remained, his hands visibly tied down roughly with barbed wire digging into his skin, a loose amount around his neck and tight restraints around his ankles.
Loki can barely keep himself awake and soon enough loses his mind to darkness again, the process repeats many times for many days before eventually it's different, a week or two give or take since he's not sure anymore, Veronica comes in with a smile, the Spaniard who's never been named also enters, carrying two devices that are unusual to him though almost everything in this world is unusual to him and then Veronica speaks.
Veronica: "We have brought you a present"
Without a word she undoes his hand bindings, places a cold metal upon his wrists and he can feel his magic becoming locked, if he had the strength he would try and think of a way to break free of these but Loki certainly doesn't look how he did before, his features were dulled, he looked thinner thanks to the small amounts of food he receives he is visibly malnourished and sickly.
He has no strength, he cannot fight nor speak, he is lucky to be alive and that is something that plays on his mind.
How far has he fallen?
He had the power to make these Midgardians kneel and look at what they've done to him, he never expected this much trouble and he certainly didn't want this.
All he wanted was to prove himself to his adopted Father, he wanted to prove himself to Thor and show them both that despite his Frost Giant roots he could be a ruler, he would rule the Midgardians as their king and bring forth a reign that would prove he is more than a stolen relic of Jotunheim.
The next upon him is a muzzle of sorts, Veronica fastens that around his mouth and his empty emerald eyes don't lift their gaze but instead remain weakly staring at his knees, no reason for that spot in particular, it's just where they're situated and with hearing her chuckle she walks away as Loki closes his eyes.
He doesn't sleep this time, nor lose consciousness, merely clears his mind to be blank of thoughts and feelings.
{A few weeks later}
Loki had made an ally, it had taken a while but the Spaniard had felt sorry for Loki and had come to give him his food, even giving him extra to try and get some meat back on his bones.
They had conversed a few times, Loki was hardly responsive for awhile until the Spaniard, who he found out was named Javier, confided in Loki that he had been where Loki was and knew of his pain.
Loki began slowly speaking more and more to him until finally, Javier decided they were going to escape, for Javier is was join or die after his torture from Veronica for months on end had finally ceased.
Javier undid the restraints and took off the muzzle, returned Loki's clothes and even snuck him a kitchen knife as Javier hid a gun under his shirt.
All hell broke loose as they left Loki's basement cell, running through the musty smelling halls that were familiar and dimly lit via ceiling lights they clamoured up the stairs upon reaching them, so far so good or at least they thought.
Gunfire erupted but Javier was quick to react as he gunned his former comrades down, they continued to run after the enemies fell and finally they'd reached the entrance, the door was locked via a keypad and Javier was stuck for a moment.
Javier: "I... give me a moment I'll remember it"
He fumbled a few times as he punched in numbers only to be met with a loud beeping noise.
Veronica surely knows they're escaping now and will soon arrive to kill them if she wasn't already.
Javier: "Got it!"
Javier held a happy grin, the man couldn't be any older than 28 surely and Loki looked at him with a puzzled look as he began entering the code
~what could Veronica have wanted with this man? How can he smile like that after all the torture? Could it be hope? ~
Hope would be correct but sadly Javier would not see the outside world, nor has he done so for the past 10 years of his life, certainly not now after the shot of a gun and a large hole through his chest.
Loki turns and glares at Veronica who is holding a shotgun, he hears the door open, the last digit was entered and Javier is smiling up at Loki.
Javier: "Thank you... for being my friend, go home... for both of us"
~He thought of me as a friend? ~
Loki was shocked at Javier's words but no less pissed off at the fact that Veronica had shot him dead in cold blood.
Loki throws the kitchen knife at Veronica, thankfully not missing his mark as he hits her chest, she falls to the ground though he doesn't bother seeing if she's dead or not because he pushes the door open and begins to retreat from the building, it was blindingly bright and hell if he knew where he was though but all he knows is it's a forest land certainly not the city he was captured in.
After many hours of walking, he hopes not in circles though since he hasn't passed the shady entrance since exiting he doubts it, he finally stumbles upon an old looking house and assumes it's most likely abandoned.
He knocks on the door lightly just in case and is surprised to see a woman answer the door.
Her hair is a dark blue hue, her eyes a dark brown that are almost black, short in stature but a voluptuous figure and her confused face changes to one of worry before Loki can speak.
"Hello? Holy shit, are you okay? Come inside!"
Within seconds he is inside her home, she ushers him to her couch near a large fireplace and sits him down before grabbing a first aid kit she keeps under the coffee table.
Yuki is a bit of a klutz so after many different burn incidents with the fireplace and many other things in her home she keeps first aids kits everywhere for convenience.
She kneels at his feet with the first aid box to her side as she grabs antiseptic cream, bandaids and looks over his facial wounds before softly speaking.
"Forgive me if I've scared you... my name is Yuki Traigen, may I ask your name sir?"
She looks at his face as she gently patches it up, hearing a small hiss of pain in response before he clears his throat and replies.
"I am Loki of Jotunheim, Miss Yuki Traigen"
(AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter, sorry about the wait and hopefully you wont have to wait that long for chapter 3, i'll start writing after work later today and as always please leave a review and such 3 love you all so much thank you!)