Chapter Summary: Bruce's control is sorely tested.

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After the New York attack, Odin has taken Loki's magic, made him mortal and imprisoned him. But Asgard is not a safe place for the Trickster under these conditions. Recent events make Odin decide to take away one more thing from his second son, his memory going back for the last four years. This decision and events that lead to it cause Frigga to decide that Asgard is not safe for Loki's reduced station. From stories Thor had told, she decides that Tony Stark's tower would make an excellent secure location for amnesiac Loki to be under house arrest. Rating may change in later part of fic.

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Chapter 7 – Where'd he go?

Tony is starting to lose patience. Yes Loki looks like he is waking up, and yes the green healing glow thing keeps flickering on and off, but he's been standing here for half an hour, watching, and so far all the broken god has done is blink and turn his head from side to side. If he doesn't wake up soon, Tony is going to be major late for his meeting, which thank heavens, is only an elevator ride away, but still, he'll be late and Pepper will be livid.

At almost the limit of Tony's admittedly limited patience, the glow disappears and doesn't come back. Sleeping Beauty's eyes finally open and Tony is confused to be looking into a pair of dark green eyes rather than the bright blue ones he remembers from the last time the god was here. Where the fuck did those come from? For that matter, looking at him even in the beginnings of a panic, the god looks much younger than he did before.

And upset, really, really upset as he slid off the bed towards the bathroom. Tony tried to follow behind the god close enough to help if he felt wobbly but he was caught off guard when this first movement was not a potty run but actually an escape attempt.

"Hey. Stop. You don't need to go there," he called out grabbing at Loki's arm. "You need to stay in here. Look just go do your business, freshen up and then go sit down, we'll talk then okay?"

Loki tried to pull his arm away from Tony, but seemed really surprised that he couldn't.

Okay, that was funny.

Tony couldn't wait to see the face he made when he found out that he was not only bereft of his godly strength but also his bibbity bobbity boo. But still, the bastard had just got out of bed for the first time in weeks and Bruce was going to be major pissed if he didn't get him back to bed so he began towing the god back to bed.

What the-

"Jarvis reel him in," Tony called out. "Get him back to bed."

And that was when all hell broke loose. Crazy god started spinning him around trying to wind him up in the cable and then when he got Jarvis to start towing him back to bed, Tony found out he was wrapped up in the cable, no trying about it. And then he was on the floor and then he had a maniac god who had just got out of his sick bed thank you very much trying to choke him and threatening him and throwing him all over the damn place!

I really should have left the bastard alone and gone to my damn meeting.

"Tony, my god. Tony are you okay," Bruce asked urgently, trying to unwrap the handcuff and get the cable that was cutting into his neck off of Tony.

It was all Tony could do not to scream at him, fuck no he wasn't all right. He just been dropped on his face, taking a nasty crack to the side of his forehead, not to mention jarring his shoulder, he had a freaking cable cutting into his arm and the side of his neck, his knee was killing him and... the whip cream on his shit sundae was the son of a bitching bane of his freaking existence was now roaming free in his tower.

"Jarvis, where the fuck is he?" he growled brushing off Bruce's hands.

"I was able to override the elevator door sir, but he used the emergency exit, and is heading up the stairs."

Unlooping the last bit of cable, Bruce helped Tony to his feet. "How'd he get in the stair well Jarvis, isn't that locked?

"Unfortunately, Doctor Banner, even Stark Towers is not allowed to restrict entry to the emergency stairs, but without a code for reentry or me overriding the locks the doors will only open to the roof or the lower lobby exit." Jarvis said apologetically. "He's heading up to the roof sir."

"Jarvis, open the elevator," Tony called, grabbing Bruce's arm and hustling him along. "Keep an eye on him; let me know if he changes direction okay?"

"Of course sir, he is on the last set of stairs before the roof exit and appears to be very winded."

Winded or not, Loki must have been still making time since the stairwell door had already swung shut with no godling in sight when they got there.

"Where did he go?" Bruce asked looking around, seeing planters, benches and seating groups but no recently awoken god of mischief.

"Heimdall!"

Tony motioned for Bruce to go the other way before he darted around the small structure that housed the stairwell. Several yards away he saw Loki standing on a chest high garden wall that separated the patio and garden from the building's mechanicals.

"Heimdall open
the Bi-Frost!" The god screamed, voice raspy from disuse, hands fisted tight, almost vibrating with tension as he stared up into the afternoon sky.

"Heimdall, please open the Bi-Frost now!" Loki pleaded. "Heimdall!"

"Loki," Tony yelled, "Come on, get down here. I can explain everything."

All the rage and sorrow that had been a moment ago concentrated on the autumn sky was abruptly re-focused on Tony.

Somewhere there is a manual that tells you when an angry ex-god is screaming, the worst thing you can do is draw attention to yourself. Tony makes a mental note to have Jarvis find him a copy.

Assuming Tony survives the next ten minutes or so.

Loki threw his hands up in a classic 'Magic Casting Pose Six', his eyes narrowed and his look became even more intense as he flipped his hands into a 'Merlin Pose Twelve'.

Nothing happened.

Tony would be lying if he said he hadn't been just a touch concerned, but Loki is stunned.

Loki was staring at his hands so shocked, that they will have to put a new definition of the word in the dictionary just to do justice to the way he looked.

"Dude, you got no magic. Please just come back in side. I really think we need to talk." Tony called in what he liked to think of as his best 'soothing crazy' voice.

"What did you do to me?" Loki's snarled voice low and guttural with a back ground note of pleading, green eyes darkened almost black in rage before they locked onto Tony's brown ones. "What. Did. You. Do?!"

"Jarvis…." Tony called, concern making his voice a lot higher pitched that it normally was. "Send me a suit Jarv."

"Now! Jarvis, send it now!"

Three leaping steps were all it took for Loki to get to the end of the wall before he launched himself at Tony.

Tony knew he was fucked. It didn't matter that Loki had had his magic and strength bound. It didn't matter that he had been a wobbly mess not fifteen minutes ago. Even as a mortal Loki still had access to centuries of training in hand to hand combat. Loki had the high ground, Loki had rage and Loki had adrenaline, lots and lots of adrenaline.

What Tony had was a six foot three maniac grabbing Tony's shoulders as he was thrown backwards by Loki's weight and momentum. A extremely furious six foot plus maniac who had no problem at all with driving a knee into Tony's gut as they fell and then grabbing a handful of brown hair and bouncing Tony's head backwards, several times.

Hard.

What Tony now had was a splitting headache, blurry vision and a chance to breathe as Loki was abruptly pulled off of him by Bruce.

"Komast í burtu frá mér þér munaðarleysingja hrogn!**" Loki snarled.

"Look, just don't hit me. You don't want me to get mad. Trust me, you just don't." Tony could hear Bruce frantically telling their escaped prisoner. Or rather 'Tony's' escaped prisoner, since his contract with Queen Momma Frigga did have a no transfer and no share clause.

Tony heard the sound of a really solid body blow.

"Oooofff." Gasped the doctor, somewhere unseen beside Tony.

Tony loved Bruce. He loved him in a bromantic way as deeply as only the sudden return of air to one's body could achieve. And when next he could move, he was going to hug the big lug… and maybe order him a new car.

But right now it was all he could do to roll on his side, breathe shallowly and watch Loki slapping several kinds of hell out of the bespectacled scientist.

Or un-bespectacled scientist, since Bruce's glasses had just gone flying fuck knows where.

While Bruce was probably not enjoying getting the crap beat out of him, it was really a lot more damage that Tony had ever seen Bruce experience without at least starting to Hulk out. As scientifically interesting as this was as a test for Bruce's Asgardian pendant, Tony decided he needed to try and stand to be ready when his suit arrived.

"How did you get that?" Loki yelled, Bruce's ripped shirt allowing him to catch a glimpse of Frigga's pendant.

Without waiting for an answer he snatched at the front of Bruce's shirt drawing him closer. "That belongs to my mother!"

"Loki, calm down. Your mom gave it to me!" Bruce gasped, grabbing Loki's wrists and trying to pry then off his shirt.

"Liar!" He screamed, pulling him closer until he and Bruce were almost nose to nose. "You lie vilely, where is she? What happened to her?!" the Asgardian twisted one of the hands he had fisted into Bruce's shirt for a tighter grip and then wrenching his other hand out of Bruce's grip he snatched the pendant, the solid chain eventually snapping after he jerked on it one more time.

Twirling his hand to wrap the loose chain around it, Loki punched Bruce twice in the stomach with his chain wrapped fist as he unwrapped his other hand from Bruce's shirt and jumped backwards.

"Anytime now Jarvis!" Tony screamed, scrambling to his feet and stretching his arms out at their full extension.

Breathing heavily, Bruce stumbled towards Loki, hand outstretched, grabbing the front of his tank top. "I... Need that... Loki… Give it back… His features contorted, the pain of holding back the beast dropping him to his knees dragging the trickster towards him.

Fortunately, Loki was concentrating on trying to break the hold Bruce had on him when Tony's suit finally arrived and started snapping around him. But Tony wasn't sure if the distraction was worth Loki bringing both fists down on Bruce's shoulders.

"She gave it to… me… to keep… you safe…" Gasping, Bruce took hold of Loki's pant leg with his other hand as he began to curl in pain. "You don't want to… see me… change…"

Bruce's tortured face lifted shakily, an angry green tinge washed over his eyes and rippled briefly across his face as the doctor fought to retain control.

"Got ya!" Tony yelped reaching around the god and clamping gauntleted fingers over each of Loki's wrists. "Drop it now," he commanded squeezing as hard as he dared with the powered gloves.

While he didn't want to crush the bones in Loki's wrists, Tony deemed that to be a lesser risk than unleashing the Hulk on his building. Yeah he could snatch the irritating god and fly high enough that Bruce couldn't reach them, but that would still leave an angry Hulk on a building full of his work, his home and numerous lower floors of Stark International employees.

Loki howled, perhaps in frustration, perhaps in pain, most likely in both.

"DROP IT!" Tony screamed in his ear, his voice amplified by the suits speakers. He tightened his grip a bit more until the pendant dropped to the deck.

Throwing the trouble maker into a grouping of modern-style patio furniture, Tony scrabbled for the pendant being careful not to crush or damage it. "Hang on Brucie," Tony begged palming the jewel as best he could with the unwieldy gauntlets and holding it flush against Bruce's heaving chest.

"No Tony… Get away… I can't hold him…" Bruce sobbed, weakly trying to push Tony's arm away as his skin heaved and twisted, green washing over him and then away as he fought for control of his body.

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(**""Komast í burtu frá mér þér munaðarleysingja hrogn!" Loki snarled. - Get away from me you fatherless spawn)

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