Sorry this is short. It's a little bit about Loki and Fury's respective delusions.
Fury could hardly believe it had been seven days since they'd captured Loki after the battle. It felt like just yesterday that the helicarrier was falling from the sky and Loki was leading an alien army in attacking New York City.
'Had it really been a week?' Fury leaned over the the control room screens and glared at the reflection he saw.
Fury was running on fumes. He'd slept little and eaten less since appointing himself personal overseer of Loki's containment.
For all his hard work Fury was pleased with himself and his ministrations. He had been correct in his approval of the containment plan for the cage they had created especially for Loki. Fury was positive there was no way the god was going to escape from it and he was damn sure this was not where Loki wanted to be.
Fury would not be manipulated again. He was pulling the strings now. 'Rather Literally in fact' Fury thought smugly.
Still, after watching the scans and seeing Loki's fear spike on the monitors over and over again and hearing his pained muffled cries through the thick glass of the control room window Fury felt that he wasn't doing all he could.
He wasn't doing everything he could to protect his country.
He was never one to do things half assed. He realized they had only been studying from afar. Fury felt they had the prisoner under control and the time had come for him to get up close.
He was falling again. It was just like when he fell from the Bifrost. The blackness that was all that he could see was littered with stars he couldn't hope to reach. He wanted to try and reach them but he had no control as he fell through space, his arms and legs didn't answer his commands.
Some times he fell close to a star, so close that he could feel its heat. When this happened he aways seemed to get caught up in a vicious cycle. First he would feel a tiny glimmer of hope. if there was a star that meant there could also be a planet or moon he might crash into ending this incessant fall.
But soon after the hope the heat would quickly became uncomfortable and then unbearable. As the heat intensified so did his panic. Like the coward and weakling everyone knew he was he would wish for the openness of the void again.
He cursed his Juton self as if it were the reason he always drifted past the stars an never found a planet to break his fall.
Then as the air around him slowly cooled and he could breath he would be more exhausted than before, the heat having drained him of energy and taunted him with hope.
His thoughts seemed hard to hold onto now. He knew from experience this was the madness that came with being adrift. The mind lost its focus, its self. The only thought that he could seem to catch presently was the persistent question 'when will this end and where?'
He didn't want to fall anymore. He only wanted an end to his pain.
He felt himself shift in space again. His head swam as he suddenly spun. He bit down on his tongue for the hundredth time as he anticipated a new explosion of pain.
The pain came in waves that crashed over his form. It washed any thoughts he'd been having from his mind.
He weakly sucked in short bursts of air in an attempt to keep his stomach from rolling as he was flipped and turned and disoriented.
He must have drifted close to a star in his tumbling because he felt the heat starting to burn his dry skin and leech into his brittle bones.
The buzzing in his ears became unbearably loud.
He was flipped face down on to his stomach and started falling more quickly than usual. He dropped and dropped and then suddenly stopped. The force with which he was stopped felt like he'd been thrown against the Hrimthurs' wall by one of the giants.
'Had he finally hit something and stopped falling? Would the Chitauir find him here?'
he held his breath and bit his tongue, there was a thought on the edge of his mind that was important.
He tried to concentrate through the pain and the heat and the ever present hum in his body and grab hold of the thought. It was just out of reach.
Then there was a noise. Something new. He couldn't hear properly and that made the noise hard to make out. 'Could it be footsteps?'
he sucked in a breath in anticipation, something was coming, he couldn't see it in the darkness but from experience he was sure it wasn't going to be nice.
Sudden he was jolted with something searing on his exposed neck just under his jaw. It burned his skin. His muscles were made to contract and twitch violently. 'What was this?'
Again he was struck with the white hot pain; this time just above the sternum. His sore body involuntarily clenched from his toes to his teeth with each strike.
He could smell his burnt flesh. He wanted to get away but he was still bound. His jerking away from the pain being inflicted upon him caused him to sway.
He was bound, and he was swaying. Something finally clicked his Loki's mind. He wasn't really falling through the void rather he was hanging, in a cage and had been for days presumably. Someone was doing this to him. Someone he knew.
He was hit again this time on the hand and then on his cheek. He did cry out now.
That seemed to only enrage or perhaps entice the person doing the inflicting and the hot bolt coursed through his throat longer this time until the convulsions brought him to the brink of unconsciousness.
The last thing Loki's mind did before the darkness took him was make a connection 'Bolt... lightning... Thor.'
'Was Thor doing this to him?'
Fury held the cattle prod at arm's length and watch Loki squirm above him. He could hear the god scream, he sounded like a wounded animal. Muffled but also raw like he was teary his throat with each noise.
Fury held the prod to the god's pale neck determined to see just what the electricity could do to the frost giant.
Loki went limp as the prod struck again at his thin vulnerable neck. Fury saw the change. The control room called to confirm the scans said Loki was indeed unconscious. Fury held the cattle prod on the god just a little longer just to be sure.
After all he had to be thorough, this was about keeping his agents safe.'
"Stark, tis Thor... Yes I have heard word from Asgard. Father is having the necessary tools prepared now. I believe it should take no more than another week. I will be returning as soon as I have them, to collect my brother...Stark have you any word on how Loki fares under the guard of SHIELD?"
TBC...
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Next Chapter Tony is back.
* Hrimthurs' wall. I read that the wall around Asgard at some point may have been built by a race called Hrimthurs.