Chapter 22
~ XXI ~
A/N: I will never not have feels about the first Avengers. And I was so excited back then, years ago reading fics about it, not considering the movies that came out later.
The golden age!
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While battling, Stark was able to break the scepter. Loki's hands flew to his head, the shriek tore itself free from his throat. Then he was on his knees, then his side, then silent and still on the ground.
The Avengers were cautious to come closer to god's fallen form. It was Steve who kneeled above Loki, checking his pulse, ready to defend himself if Loki attacked. Loki didn't.
Loki's eyes were bloodshot, his ears bleeding. He was unconscious.
Thor was hesitant to approach his brother. Not that Steve would give up his charge. When they were flying, back to base Loki started to twitch and tremble, an involuntary moan would break free. When the Avengers put Loki to the medics, the god was whimpering and keening in obvious agony. Steve declared that he would stay with him. Surprisingly, so did Tony.
As they watched the doctors trying to find out what was wrong with Loki, every one present were horrified to see the true state of Loki's body.
Malnourished, abused, beaten. Tortured.
Thor couldn't answer Fury what happened to Loki because he knew not. Loki was finally put under. Steve and Tony on both sides of the bed.
In fever Loki muttered words in an unknown language. Thor paled hearing them. Humans wanted to know what Loki was saying.
"He said 'Please... help me."
"You know, big guy, I heard another words.” Tony tried his best to imitate Loki. “What are those?"
"... He said… ‘stop me... kill me."
No one knew what to say to that.
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How cool could it have been for Loki to have both Tony and Steve as friends?