Chapter 6
Loki's body ached. It felt as if he had been slammed by a star. He shuddered, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his ribs were likely broken, not bruised. Breathing was infinitely difficult, and his vision was blurry at best, but his mind was his own. He felt relieved by that, but knew he was likely just going to be executed. If not by Odin, than by Thanos once the other manages to get his palms on him. That is...if he was lucky. If Thanos wanted he could...He could send him to...again...Loki shuddered, shivering and trembling, trying to pull himself up. He faced his brother, and his paltry midgardian friends, slumping back on his elbows. His breathing was heavy, desperate.
"If its all the same to you, I'll have that drink now." He murmured out, barely. Contrary to what he expected, Tony smiled, jumping over the wreckage, and him, and pouring him a drink, shoving it to him, leaving Loki flinching back slightly, before mentally cursing himself, and downing it in one. He furrowed his brows down. It was just straight alcohol. "I was expecting some sort of poison or something," Loki muttered under his breath almost disappointedly. He sighed. Of course, he doubted that any midgardian poison would actually work on him, but he could hope! Yet no, there was no poison hiding in the drink, just alcohol. Not as crisp as Asgardian alcohol, but he had had Midgardian drinks enough to know that it was expensive for this planet.
"Loki? You yourself now?" Green eyes dragged themselves over to the Hawk. The one with heart. He groaned, dropping back, letting out a quiet whine as he dropped on his injuries. "He's really injured, we should get Bruce to look at him," Barton said softly, leaving Loki to shiver.
"Come now, Brother,"
"I am not your brother!" The eyes flared angrily but remained a solid emerald color. Natasha felt a sort of relief at that. They had been truly knocked out of the influence. Thor sighed sadly, but did not say another thing, simply yanking Loki forwards, and dragging him to wherever he was going to be caged. Loki felt his lip tremble slightly at the sight of the sterile room. He closed his eyes, ignoring the shiver in his bones as Thor locked the straps in place. It will be alright, I have dealt with this sort of torture before. Loki tried to reassure himself, but it did very little in the grand scheme of things. He still shook, was still tense, and the green beast's human form touched him, pulled at his clothes and assessed his body as if waiting to figure out what torment would be sufficient for one such as him. Surely they already knew he was not Thor's true brother, they knew his true nature. He anticipated quite soon the fire to begin. The heat, the tremors that would wrack through his body unbidden.
"What's a normal temperature for you?" The doctor asked, Loki shook his head, he was not going to give them more leverage to work with, and Loki was far too weak-even more so than normal-to fight Thor. He was in no condition to escape, and even if he did where the hels would he go? He would not be able to keep his shrouding magic in tact with how weak his magic was at the moment, how weak he was. The doctor sighed, moving back, and Loki relaxed slightly.
"I'll just call in Barton, should I?" Loki jerked, the straps almost ripping in half, and if Loki had been any stronger, he likely would have rent them apart. As it was...Oh this was just horribly depressing truly.
The Doctor ignored him now, calling, presumably, the Hawk. Loki dropped his head back, tears flooding down his eyes, unable to stop himself from keeping them at bay. It took probably several minutes, but he heard the Hawk's footsteps. He ignored the way his heart pounded as he heard the two speak quietly together.
"Hey, you aren't being very cooperative." Loki glared at the Hawk.
"I am not going to help you torment me," He growled out. "You can figure it out yourself if you are so...so interested." His Hawk seemed legitimately shocked at his words.
"We are not going to torture you, Loki, I think you've been through enough of that." Loki hissed through his teeth, eyes flaring.
"It was merely a trick,"
"No," Barton refuted. "It wasn't. I remember, you know? I remember you barely strong enough to get in the back of the truck, I remember having to help bring your down from a raging fever, to an abnormally cold temperature that I was worried was hypothermia, but you said otherwise. I remember having to constantly help you after whatever weird connection thing you had with your masters." Loki growled under his breath, he had allowed himself to get too complacent with the Hawk.
He had taken him because he had heart, that was true. He was compassionate, and Loki had needed someone to help heal him so he could actually fail his mission in style, while trying to keep his head and mind and thoughts clear enough to not give away his intentions. It had failed, obviously. He had not realized Barton would remember. Loki scarcely remembered the things he did whilst under the influence of the stone.
"Just let Thor send me to Asgard so I may face my execution." Loki ordered simply. "I tire of these games."
"Execution?" Bruce yelped, having apparently still been in the room. Gods, Loki truly was slipping wasn't he. He closed his eyes once more. "Why would you be executed? Apprently thor had done worse to your home planet!"
"But Thor is wanted, he is the perfect heir, perfect son, the bright and shining beacon of hope. I am...whatever else," Loki shrugged slightly. "the Allfather will not allow this to go, and I will likely be accused of...it does not even matter, why am I speaking on such things with such as you? IF Thor is too dimwitted to figure out how to send us home I shall simply use the bridges between to send us there so I can face it."
"We are not going to let you commit some sort of...of...suicidal shit!" Barton shouted, yanking the restraints off. Loki gazed tiredly into piercing blues. "You are going to let Bruce help you, and then we can talk about this." Loki sighed heavily, but obeyed...he was made for obedience after all.
"My normal temperature should be around your hypothermia level." Loki muttered reluctantly.