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The Chitauri's Revenge	By : SaChanPwns Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 7806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, nor do I make money off of this story.
Warnings: N/C, Humiliation

The Chitauri’s Revenge
Chapter 5
            Loki was not sure how long he had slept. When he woke up, all he could think about was a shower. He smelled of blood and sex, and every time he dared shift his legs, pain would spread throughout his back and his ass. It still felt as if something was tearing at his insides, even if the Chitauri had left hours ago. But his body was not his worst problem. His mind attacked him relentlessly, playing what happened to him repeatedly, as if the idea that he could be dominated in such a way never occurred to him. It created, in vivid detail, the image of the Chitauri thrusting, taking him in the most animalistic way. It replayed what it said to him, that he liked having its fingers violating his body.
            Anger boiled in his gut, but Loki appreciated the violent emotion. It was better than shame, embarrassment, and fear. He had illustrated those far too clearly to the Chitauri, who had the audacity to mention removing his mouth piece and using him for other, more interesting things. He fought down the sudden urge to gag. If it came anywhere near him with the intent to use his mouth, he was not beyond biting. He did not care what punishment it could and would throw at him—he was not taking it down his throat.
            At that moment, Loki’s mind decided to bring up Thor. He flinched, as if Thor had actually witnessed him in this revolting situation. The thought was unwelcoming, and he wondered if he could face him. That is, if he showed up and somehow managed to assist him in escaping. The Chitauri were smarter than Thor gave them credit for. They were highly capable in the arcane and planned out their attacks rather than running full speed ahead—which is exactly what Thor would do. The memory of Thor ripping open the plane and dropping in made him smile grimly behind the mask. The moment Loki had seen his face his heart had hammered almost painfully against his chest. It was like that every time with Thor, though. It bothered him that he had such a reaction.
            At least thinking about Thor distracted him from the pain, even if it was only for a few moments. He was a god by all rights, and he knew he would heal quickly. It didn’t lessen the burning or the stabbing sensation inside of him, but it would ease soon enough. He took in a slow breath through his nose and closed his eyes. The urge to sleep again was strong, but he did not trust that he would be left alone for long. Now that the Chitauri had ‘claimed’ his prize, he doubted it would leave him for long periods.
            Sometimes Loki hated when he was right. Just as his muscles began to relax, heavy footsteps neared him. He kept his eyes closed, but stayed acutely aware of the sounds around him. As the footsteps came closer, his stomach clenched. The smell of food came with them, and the sudden waft of cooked meat made him realize just how hungry he was. His mouth watered behind the mask, and he flinched at the fact that he needed food. If he wanted to keep his energy rolling, much less his healing abilities, he needed fuel.
            “I know you are awake, my little prince.” The Chitauri smirked. It had brought a good amount of cooked meat. It was not certain what Loki or those like him ate, but it doubted it mattered at this point. Carefully, it settled in front of Loki. He would be unable to feed himself, and it knew he would be extremely humiliated if he had to be fed. It excited the Chitauri to think that it could cause Loki such discomfort, even if it wasn’t physical. Even though it wasn’t physical, it could already see the signs of Loki’s body shuddering. “I am sure that you are hungry, if the sound of your stomach is any indication.”
            Loki opened his eyes and scowled. He lashed out with one of his legs, despite the immense pain it caused. The Chitauri caught his ankle and yanked him forward. The harsh movement caused Loki to yelp. The pain was almost unbearable as it spread throughout his body. He was not pulled taut, but he had moved enough to irritate the healing wounds. As much as Loki wanted to protest and kick again, he refrained. Instead, he took shaky breaths through his nose, attempting to control his reactions to the burning in his lower back.
            “That was unbecoming of you,” the Chitauri murmured, but its voice was full of amusement. Instead of yanking on Loki’s leg again, it took both of his ankles and pushed them so that his knees were almost touching his chest. It angled them to the right, out of its way, and used its arcane to pin them there. “Here I am, offering you the best of my world, and you respond with such bitterness.” It shifted closer to Loki and leaned over his body. Its hand grazed along the mouth piece. He never ceased to surprise the Chitauri. He didn’t even flinch at the touch, but his scowl was clearly evident.
            “Now, I will remove this contraption from your face. Do you promise to be good?” The Chitauri cupped the left side of Loki’s face, running the pad of its fingers over the metal just in front of his mouth. “Promise to be good, my little prince, and I will. Nod if you understand.”
            Unbridled fury made Loki shake. He was being treated like a child and he was being antagonized. He did not want to respond. He would sooner starve than show any sort of compliance. When he did not move his head, the Chitauri did it for him. It took a strong, painful hold of his jaw and angled his face so they were looking eye to eye. In the dark, Loki could barely see, but he knew what it was doing. He understood it was a threat, but he did nothing in response. He simply glared ahead, knowing that the Chitauri could see his displeasure.
            The Chitauri’s amusement only went so far. It slid the same dagger it cut him with earlier and gently caressed the blade over his neck, then along his collarbone. It was just light enough to make the skin rise. “Either you can nod, and be a good boy, or I can cut you open and use you until you wish for death. Now, nod, my little prince.” After a moment where Loki did not budge, it sank the edge of the blade into his chest. The pain was searing, and it made him flinch. He began to grit his teeth as the blade sank deeper. He did not want to give into the Chitauri. He wanted to keep what dignity he had left.
            However, as the blade sank deeper, Loki realized he needed his strength. Allowing the Chitauri to injure him would hinder his ability to escape. He also acknowledged that he needed the food for energy, and the only way to get it was to appease the creature in front of him. Reluctantly, Loki nodded. Relief swept over him as the blade retracted. The wound stung, but he knew it would heal in a matter of hours. He heard the knife slip into its holster, and then shivered as the Chitauri’s fingers found the back of his neck and rubbed the tense muscles. The affectionate gesture was extremely disturbing to Loki.
            “Good,” the Chitauri removed its hand from Loki’s neck. It looked over him, taking in the lingering defiance in his sharp features, the bruising on his hips and thighs from its tight grip, the blood puddle below him, and the dried semen covering his pale skin. It felt a distinct possessiveness for Loki. Allowing him to escape, or be rescued by that bumbling idiot, was not an option, and if Thor did happen to show up, it wanted Loki to be broken. Used. Unable to comprehend being free.
            The Chitauri shifted in front of Loki so that its large body covered the majority of his. It slipped its fingers over the mouth piece, found the latching mechanism, and released it. The piece fell into its palm, heavy and warm from Loki’s body heat. Blood and spit trailed after it, and it could tell that he was sore. He tried adjusting his jaw, flinched, and then stopped moving. He did not say a word, which surprised the Chitauri. Yet, it looked as if just adjusting his jaw was painful. He had, after all, been trapped in it for several days.
            “Now, I’m going to feed you,” at the intense glare, the Chitauri chuckled, “fight me and I will put it back where it was, little prince.” It ran his fingers over the skin of Loki’s jaw, marveling at how soft it was despite the harsh bite of the mouth piece. His lips were just as soft, its fingers brushing over the lower lip curiously. “Open.” The command was short, but the threat underneath its tone did not go unnoticed. Loki struggled to keep himself from retorting. He truly wanted to, with his mouth free, but he knew it would end badly for him. Instead of getting himself into trouble, Loki parted his lips.
            The Chitauri noticed that Loki’s tongue was stained a deep red—possibly from the constant blood shed inside of his mouth. It was fascinating, and it still had trouble believing he had him chained and opened for him. It was only the first couple steps, but its plan was moving in the right direction. After forcing Loki to sit there for a few frustrating moments, it slipped a finger into his mouth. His immediate reaction was to pull back, and the Chitauri allowed it.
            “How dare you,” Loki sputtered, and then grimaced as his jaw was taken into the creature’s tight grip. He tried to pull away, but the more he struggled, the harder the Chitauri pushed his cheeks into his teeth. The skin gave way, allowing blood to seep in between his teeth and onto his tongue. Once he tasted blood, he stopped struggling. Normally, Loki was able to bite his tongue when it was needed. However, his control was slipping. After being violated and taunted, he felt that his careful, precise thought process was beginning to spiral.
            “Do not test me,” the Chitauri snarled, “my threat still stands, little prince. I will use your body until you cannot move. You will beg for death after I allow my companions have their way.” The threat seemed to hit home. Loki’s eyes had flashed and his expression had contorted in terror. Satisfied, the Chitauri released its tight grip and reached down to pick up the plate of meat. “Now, I will feed you. Do not fight me.” It watched him closely, waiting for his response. When he finally nodded, it took a piece of meat and offered it in front of Loki’s lips.
            Humiliating was not remotely a strong enough word for how Loki felt. He was naked, bloody, and being mouth fed by his enemy. It was difficult enough to think that his magic was taken from him, but now he was forced to open his mouth and take the food from the Chitauri’s fingers. He fought down the urge to gag as the first piece slid into his mouth. The meat was strange—a little sweet, but extremely tender. It tasted faintly of blood, but Loki couldn’t tell if it was his or the meat itself.
            Moments went by like that. Loki would take the offered meat, and the Chitauri would take another piece from the plate. Finally, when he felt that he was full, Loki turned his head and looked off to the side. The movement was simple, but the Chitauri understood. It set the plate down, and leaned back against the wall. Watching Loki fight through the humiliation was amusing, but it felt that Loki needed another mental piece shattered. With a flick of its own magic, light illuminated the area.
            It was blinding at first. Loki shut his eyes tightly, trying to adjust after so many days in the dark. The inside of his skull, and especially behind his eyes, pulsed in protest. It took several minutes for him to settle his adverse reaction. His eyelids finally fluttered open. At first, the area was blurred, the lines of his cell indistinguishable. Each blink brought more clarity and more destruction to his mental stability. After taking in his surroundings, Loki finally looked down at himself.
            Fear. Terror. Repulsion. Loki could not grasp an appropriate word. His mind screamed, even if his lips did not move. His stomach knotted violently, forcing what he had eaten up his throat. His body convulsed, and it did not go unnoticed by the Chitauri. It allowed its hold to release, watching silently as Loki’s body crumpled to the side as he heaved and vomited.
            The Chitauri leaned over to run its fingers along Loki’s spine. It didn’t stop Loki from heaving, but it continued to move its large hand over his back. Then, carefully, the Chitauri slid its fingers through Loki’s messy hair and pulled it back from his jawline. It was another extremely affectionate gesture that made Loki shudder. His fingers slipped along the floor, sticky with blood, semen, and now vomit.
            “You are mine, little prince.”
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