Warnings this chapter: some non-con, bit of violence (not really anything)

A/N: Sorry for the delay, guys, been busy, busy, busy!

Hollow Skies - Chapter 5

"Loki!" Stark's voice on the air.

The trickster heard his name through the haze of sleep. He jerked up immediately and spoke to the ceiling, "Y-yes, sir?"

"Make something, I'm hungry," he ordered through the communication system.

Loki winced, his injuries were barely healed and walking only made it worse. Just this morning Stark had sauntered into his cell to rape him, unfortunately while Loki was sleeping - or trying to sleep - and only a few hours later he was requesting food. Still, the god did as he was told and walked to the elevator to make his way to the kitchen.

Two weeks after their 'arrangement' Stark had given Loki a pair of pants to wear when he worked around the house. They were black and loose, but Loki couldn't help but beam at the idea of clothing. For something to cover him when he slept. Stark said it didn't change anything and when he told him to, Loki would remove it. Gladly, Loki had thought, too happy about even having clothing to worry about that. The god wasn't expecting the meager cloth to protect him from Stark, just from the cold.

The already very drunk Stark was punching seemingly random numbers on the microwave when the trickster approached. "Where the hell you been?" Stark slurred.

Loki arranged the dangling chain of his leash so it trailed down his back, as he always did when cooking. "I...you just now called me." He wore a grimace as he walked painfully toward Stark but made a point to stay more than an arm's length away; the mortal was not a man to be near when he was drunk.

"Don-Don't make excuses, make something!" he slapped the counter top which made Loki jump.

The trickster nodded and moved to make something simple, he doubted the drunk would know the difference anyway.

Stark backed up a few paces, then grabbed the glass tumbler from the island behind them, taking a drink, then another. Loki tried his best to move quickly, but the pain ripped through his body and he inevitably slowed down after a few minutes. His breath came in pants and he had to lean on the counter on occasion, to keep from falling.

"I like-like th'way you breathe," Tony mumbled into his glass behind the busy trickster.

Loki froze. He knew that tone, no no no, not now, please not now. Stark was walking toward him slowly with drunken steps. No please... just some more time? Nothing was worse than being assaulted twice. Adding injuries to existing injuries was incredibly painful. He didn't turn around, he just stared at nothing straight ahead, trembling slightly, unable to move.

The god felt the jerk of his collar as Stark suddenly dragged him using the chain - as best he could without stumbling - over to the dining room table. Loki yelped when he was pushed harshly against the table, his stomach flat on the surface and his legs off. Only the tips of his toes reached the floor as he struggled for balance. His face was already streaked with tears, the table gripped tightly.

Fumbling hands pulled on his waistband, exposing his backside.

"Please, please not right now," Loki begged through his tears.

"The hell're you saying?" slurred Stark as he unzipped his own trousers.

"P-Please don't do this...I-I still haven't healed, it hurts so much when you-" a vicious hand in Loki's hair pushed his head harshly into the table. He cried out but said nothing further.

Stark's warmth on his backside sent shivers up Loki's spine. "What...the hell do I care about that?" Loki sobbed into the table, body shaking violently, wishing it to be over soon.

He waited for the familiar searing pain - which was always worse when he was already injured - but instead he felt...cold.

There was a thud behind him, like a body falling. Loki didn't know what to do, what's happening? So he cried quietly into the table, waiting for something to happen.

But nothing happened.

He dared to turn around and lean up a little. Stark? Where's he gone? Loki peered around the room but didn't see him until- the inventor was on the floor, out cold. What? The god slowly eased back on to his feet, pulled up his trousers and stood up straight, mindful not to step on his captor.

He was drunk...very drunk. Loki almost laughed to himself but the act seemed too foreign so he just stared. Whenever Stark passed out Loki always returned to what he was last ordered to do, or he went back to his cell; so, he went back to the kitchen and continued making the food Stark had requested. Hopefully he will be in a more forgiving mood if he has food waiting for him when he wakes, Loki reasoned, although it was doubtful.

As he reached for the eggs, the voice of JARVIS filled the air.

"Sir, Agents Barton and Romanoff are at the door."

Loki dropped the egg he was holding, he didn't hear it when it crack on the floor. Some loud pinging noise resounded all around. Loki couldn't feel his face, he couldn't feel anything.

"Sir?"

The pinging noise filled the air again, Loki was sure he was about to vomit. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the thought that Stark would be angry if he vomited on any of his nice machines. Other, more helpful, thoughts wouldn't form. All he could think was that Stark was going to be angry. Angry angry angryangryangry. Loki started crying again, he stumbled to a corner of the kitchen furthest from the entrance, beside the windows.

The sound pinged again, then a loud banging, then a muffled voice calling his captor's name.

Loki curled into the corner and pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face in his arms. No no no no no... He didn't know what else to think, he couldn't even feel his body. There weren't supposed to be people outside, there weren't supposed to be people at all. He hadn't seen a single soul outside of Stark for so long he had nearly forgotten the rest of the world existed. Wake up wake up. He wanted Stark to wake up and tell him what to do; should he stay here? Should he return to his cell? Should he let the people in? Would Stark want him to protect him if they were intruders?

He heard the door open.

A/N: I know! It's an evil cliffhanger; and it's a shorter chapter, too. I'll try and update as soon as possible so I won't leave you guys hanging. Early next week, most likely. I'll try Monday or Tuesday, but it might not be until Wednesday.

For some reason I find drunk!Stark funny - well, not where Loki is concerned, of course, but he keeps passing out and having issues because of his drunkenness. Sorta humorous, if in a dark way in this case.