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Sing me one last song	By : MissBoaBoa Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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‘Tony, why did you call us to the rooftop at five in the morning? It’s freezing out here.’ Bruce asked, burying his hands in the pockets of his coat. A cold breeze made him shiver.
‘Because of this.’ Tony pointed at the sky. A helicopter came flying in, landing right behind him. ‘A for timing, F for taking so long Barton.’
The door of the helicopter opened revealing Clint behind the steering wheel. ‘Yes, sorry for not having a flying suit of armor. This might surprise you but not all of us can fly. Now get in everyone, we’re going to HQ. All of us.’
‘All of us?’ Banner looked at Steve who was already having a hard time keeping control over his breathing, taking deep breaths in an attempt to remain calm. ‘No, I’m not going. I’ll stay here with Rogers. I’ll ask agent Hill to send me a copy of the meeting’s report.’
Tony got closer to Bruce and Thor, making them turn their back to Loki and Steve. ‘I know it’s a risk and I don’t want to cause Steve any more trouble either but trust me, we have to go. There’s something we have to discuss.’ He mumbled.
‘What is it that is of this importance that you are willing to danger the captain’s health?’
Tony sighed deeply, scratching the back of his head. ‘We might... We have reasons to assume that whoever assaulted Steve will come after all of us.’
‘So, they will try and murder us one by one?’ Thor asked.
‘We don’t know, that’s why Fury wants to see us so can we go now?’
Banner sighed and looked at Thor. ‘Can’t your brother create some sort of illusion for Steve? You know like… Mind manipulation or hypnosis?’
‘Nay, my brother is a sorcerer, not a witch. His mind controlling days were only possible by the powers of the scepter.’
‘Oke… so basically he’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it?’ Banner shook his head. ‘I’m sorry Tony but taking him away is just a no-go. He might seem to be doing a little better now but he still hardly sleeps or eats, he has nightmares, panic attacks and he still won’t talk about what happened.’
‘Fine, you stay here with Rogers, we’ll just- Skype or whatever.’ Tony patted Thor’s back. ‘Come on big guy, let’s go.’ Tony turned around and saw Loki and Steve sitting on the ground.
Steve was resting against a wall, fighting to keep his eyes open. Loki was sitting in front of him, his hands resting on the captain’s chest, emitting a warm yellow glow.
‘Loki, what are you doing?’
‘Anthony.’ Loki stopped his Seiðr and took his hands off Steve’s chest. ‘Steven told me he was weary and when he saw the three of you turning your back on us he… I think he started having a panic attack… I just wanted to regulate his breathing but it seems like I almost put him to sleep as well...’
‘I’ll take it from here, you guys go. I’ll catch up later.’ Bruce put Steve’s arm over his shoulder, wrapping his own around his waist. ‘One would think you couldn’t possibly be this heavy considering you hardly eat Steve.’ He puffed while pulling him up on his feet. ‘but you have to help out a little or we won’t be going anywhere.’
Steve took small steps while leaning heavily on Bruce. He felt numb and tired, it felt so surreal, having almost no control over your own body.
Loki watched as Bruce did his best to carry his friend back inside Stark Tower. He wanted to help but feared he had already done more than enough.
‘Let us go brother.’ Thor placed his hand on Loki’s shoulder. ‘Fury wants us gathered. We should not let him wait any longer.’
Loki nodded and followed his brother and Tony back to the chopper in reluctance. He wanted to stay, he wanted to be by Steve’s side when he would fall asleep and when he would wake up. He wanted to be there for him, with him.
It was only when they were high in the early morning sky that he felt his body growing heavy with sleep. He watched the early morning sun, shining it’s bright red and orange rays over the busy and noisy streets of Manhattan. Unassuming mortals crawling around like insects, all so busy living their simple lives. Loki watched the burning star on the horizon, a fire on the skyline. He closed his eyes and without realizing it, he was sleeping soundly, leaning against his brother who carefully wrapped an arm around his shoulder, softly stroking his pale skin with the tip of his fingers.
‘Rest baby brother, I will wake you when we arrive.’ Thor whispered softly, letting his head rest against Loki’s.
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‘Put him down on the chair and make sure you pull those restraints tight.’
‘God, how can this guy still be so heavy? We’ve hardly fed him anything since he got here.’
‘Stop bitching and give me a hand! We’ll be dead if he wakes up now. And for fucks sake turn off that bloody song. Guy’s unconscious anyway, he won’t be hearing it.’
Loki opened his eyes to the sound of three men talking. He watched through squinted eyes as two of them carried an unconscious body out of a box and into a chair. The third one placed a wooden box on a table opposite of the chair. They were wearing black uniforms and masks, making it impossible for Loki to identify them.
Where was he? This place was… recognizable but he could not recall where it could be or when he had been here before. Realizing the three men had probably seen him already, given to the fact that he was standing in clear sight, Loki thought it best to just question them directly. If, by any chance, they had not noticed him and would turn out to be hostile, he could simply and easily take their lives.
‘… … …… … …… …?’
…
‘… … …… … …?!’
Loki placed his hands in front of his mouth in shock. How could this be? He mastered the ability of Allspeak a long time ago. He can communicate in all the languages of the Nine Realms and jet here he was, unable to make himself heard. How is it possible he could not speak?! He looked at the men who continued their actions without even looking up. Did they not see him? He was standing so close he could almost touch them and still they did not notice him?
He saw the scenery in front of him unfolding like watching a play. The unconscious blonde was placed in a chair, his wrists and ankles were tied to the arm and leg rests by iron restraints. Loki took a closer look as a red liquid started to drip from the man’s arms. Was that… Blood? He carefully walked forward, stepping into a brighter light. He could now clearly see that the chair the man was placed on was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was made from solid steel and completely covered in spikes. Hundreds and hundreds of spikes.
The man in the chair seemed to regain his consciousness, he moaned in pain and raised his head. Loki’s heart stood still, his entire body froze and his brain shut down as he saw the pale and hurt face of Steve Rogers, his crystal blue eyes staring right through him.
‘… …?’
Norns! Why could he still not speak?!
The man at the table opened the wooden box and took out a small red velvet cloth. He unfolded it on the table with care, gliding his hand over the soft fabric, making sure all folds were gone. He then took some items out of the box which Loki could only describe as foreign tools, and placed them on the red satin.
The man took one of the tools in his hands and looked at it carefully. Loki recognized it, he had seen one of those in Tony’s workshop. What did Tony call them... Ah yes, an open-end spanner. There were some slight differences, Loki noticed. It was rusty and the prongs on either side of the spanner were slightly taller and seemed to be sharper. There was also a small leather band attached to it. Loki watched as the man walked in front of Steve, a wide selfish smirk on his face. Either he really could not see Loki or he was totally ignoring him.
‘Do you have any idea, mister Rogers, of what this is?’ He let the tool dangle in front of Steve who could do nothing but stare.
‘This is a Heretic’s fork. One of the most underrated torture devices invented by men long ago. Being old does not mean being useless, isn’t that right Captain?’ The man crouched down while another stepped behind Steve and held his chin up high.
Loki watched as the fork was placed around Steve’s neck, using the leather band as a collar. One end was now resting on his chest between his collarbones, the other end underneath his chin. Steve tried to shake off the two men but was too weak to do so, his struggles only resulted in more punctures in his body from the spikes on the chair.
The three men glared down at Steve and laughed. ‘Watching you struggle to stay conscious might be just as fun as watching you fail and pierce yourself.’ They turned around and left the room through a thick metal door hidden behind a massive black tapestry with a red skull hanging on the wall.
Loki took a quick step into the light and kneeled before Steve. He could feel tears forming in his eyes just looking at the man. He could tell by Roger’s skin he was severely dehydrated. He could feel the heat coming from his body, indicating a deadly fever. There was so much he wanted to say, so many comforting words he wanted to whisper. But most of all, he wanted to take him from this wretched hellhole.
Loki stretched his hands in an attempt to take off the ridiculous collar. He almost yelped as his fingers did not touch the torture device but went straight through it. He pulled his hands back and kept them close to his chest, leaving his mind in total confusion.
What in Norn’s name was happening?!
Loki almost jumped as he heard a door slamming shut. He quickly moved behind the chair and saw a man casually walking towards the table. He recognized him, he had seen him before but where?
‘Good morning sunshine!’ The man spoke in a merry tone while rearranging some of the items displayed on the table. ‘Hope you slept well. Is your room to your liking?’ He smirked and walked towards Steve. ‘How about a nice passionate morning kiss?’ He placed his lips on Steve’s, letting his tong glide over his chapped lips, sucking at them softly.
Steve kept his mouth shut, he wanted to turn his head but the fork made it impossible for him to move.
‘What’s wrong? Getting a little shy?’ Noud placed his hand on Steve’s cheek, caressing his skin with the tip of his fingers before hitting him hard. ‘I know just the trick that will make you loosen up.’ He grabbed a bottle of water from the wooden box. ‘You must be thirsty.’ He placed the bottle against his lips and let his mouth fill with water but didn’t swallow. He climbed on Steve’s lap, pressing their bodies close to each other. Noud smiled as he saw a stream of blood dripping to the ground. He grabbed Steve’s chin and placed his lips against his, slightly opening his mouth to let the water run out.
Steve immediately opened his mouth, eagerly taking in all the saliva mixed water. He felt his pride, his dignity seeping away with every thrust of his tong into the man’s mouth but he couldn’t care less at this point. He wanted, no, needed this water so bad that his body moved on its own, making sure he got every last drip from the man’s mouth. Noud took hold of Steve’s hair, pulling his head back with a hard yank. ‘Good boy.’ He smiled, licking a string of saliva from Steve’s lips.
Stop this… Stop this right this instance! Loki wanted to scream but knew he would not be heard. He waved his hand in a green glow, conjuring his trusted dagger and pointed it at the man’s neck. If words could not stop him than surely a severed carotid artery would. He didn’t hesitate as he skillfully aimed the point of his dagger for the man’s throat. He pushed forward but, just like when he wanted to remove the collar from Steve’s neck, went straight through the man’s body like a ghost. Loki quickly took a step back and watched as Noud stood up and unbuckled his pants, completely uninfluenced by his attack. Loki could feel panic washing over him, he took hold of his dagger and charged again, not caring where he would penetrate the man’s flesh. But again, his actions made no difference. It was as if he was made of smoke, unable to touch anything.
‘I’ve got something for you, love.’ Noud pulled out his half hard member, stroking it with one hand while pulling Steve’s head closer with the other. ‘Open up.’
Steve glared at him, his eyes flaming with pure hatred. ‘I’d rather die.’
Noud stared at Steve for a moment before bursting into laughter. ‘Oh, is that so? Well I’m sorry but I’m not a necrophile so I’ll keep you alive for a little while longer.’ He kicked Steve hard in the chest, pushing him deeper into the spikes of the chair. Steve screamed, tears rushing down his face as he felt the cold iron going right through his muscles tissue, almost touching his spine and shoulder blades underneath.
Noud pushed his half-hard cock into Steve’s mouth as soon as he opened it. ‘One bite and I’ll make sure you’ll never be closing your mouth again.’
Steve’s choked up cries echoed through the room as he struggled to breath. He could feel Noud’s flesh swelling in his mouth as he held on to his head and thrusted faster and faster. He could feel the bitter precum leaking from the tip of his dick stinging his sore and swollen throat. He almost choked as his nose got pushed deep in the man’s blonde curly pubic hair, cutting him off oxygen entirely.
Steve shut his eyes tight. He tried to escape to a better place in his mind but the constant pain and humiliation prevented kept him in the moment. The pain in his jaw from being stretched open so forcefully, the agony of his body slamming into the spikes with every thrust of the man’s growing cock in his mouth. The coppery smell of his blood filling the air like a poisonous cloud. His tears mixed with saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth. It was all too much, he couldn’t take it anymore. He took a quick deep breath and bite down as hard as he could.
‘FUCK!’ Noud yanked at Steve’s hair and pulled his bleeding member out of his mouth. ‘HOW DARE YOU?! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!’ He stormed for the table and picked up one of the carefully displayed devices. It was a bulb shaped item, consisting of a metal body, divided into four petal-like segments with a screw on top. ‘I’LL MAKE SURE YOU’LL NEVER CLOSE THAT PRETTY MOUTH AGAIN!’ He pressed the device against Steve’s lips, forcing his mouth to open. A crazy smile decorated his face as he slowly turned the screw clockwise, making the segments open up little by little with every turn. He stopped shortly as Steve’s mouth was forced wide open. His expression changed completely, as if he just realized how cruel and traumatic his ways were. He carefully wiped away the tears on Steve’s face before placing a tender kiss on his forehead. ‘You should have just listened Rogers. I really did not want to do this but you left me no choice. The pear of anguish will hurt but… it’s the only way you’ll properly learn your lesson. I’m sure you understand.’
He grabbed the bulb with both hands, stared at the ground and took a deep breath. He then turned the screw even further, letting the pressure of the segments fracture Steve’s teeth and forcing them out of his gums.
Steve screamed from the top of his longs as blood started to pour from his mouth and down his throat. The combination of the pear filling his mouth and the blood and saliva streaming down his trachea made it almost impossible for him to breath. Noud started a crazy laughter, while continuing to turn the screw even further. ‘That’s it Rogers! Scream for me! Scream and show me your helplessness and vulnerability! Cry in shame, plead for mercy and pray for death!’
Loki felt tears rolling down his face uncontrollably. He wanted to look away, to turn his eye from the horrendous torture displayed in front of him but he couldn’t. He fell to his knees and kept staring in horror. He felt sick to his stomach, his world was spinning, knowing there was nothing he could do but watch. He prayed to the gods in all Nine Realms for this to be a dream and to wake up.
Loki held his breath when he heard a loud popping noise. The immense pressure had not only dislocated Steve’s jaw, but also teared the flesh extending his lips to the center of his cheeks, letting his jaw dangle even lower.
Loki cried and screamed as Steve fell completely silent in the chair, blood gushing from every puncture in his flesh.
‘… …!’
‘… … …!!’
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‘Brother, wake up, we have arrived.’
Loki felt a breeze of cold air cooling his sweat covered skin, he opened his eyes and saw they had landed. His ever so loyal brother sitting at his side, Tony and Natasha were standing at the entrance of S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ, talking to agent Hill. Barton was standing at the door of the chopper, holding it open so he could get out. So it really was just a dream? He tried to stand in a daze but fell to his knees the moment he stood on his feet.
‘Loki!’ Thor crouched down next to him, trying to help him back up. ‘What is the matter? Your face is ashen.’
Loki did not answer, he grabbed his stomach with one hand and crawled out of the chopper.
‘You okay?’ Clint gave Loki a hand but was pushed away the moment Loki felt solid ground underneath his feet. He crouched down while leaning against the chopper and vomited heavily.
‘Brother!’ Thor was right at his side again, rubbing his back. ‘You can go on Barton. Loki and I will soon follow.’
Clint hesitated for a moment, he looked at Loki who was now heaving bile. ‘Okay, we’ll wait for you at the door.’
Thor waited for Clint to leave and turned his attention back to Loki. ‘Will you now tell me what is bothering you? This is the second time you wake up unwell.’
Loki wiped his mouth on his sleeve, he carefully let the tip of his fingers glide over his lips and cheeks before taking in a deep breath. ‘Nonsense, it’s- it is the transportation device. I never enjoyed flying.’ He stood back up again and, with a little lightheadedness, followed Barton to the others. ‘Will you follow brother? We can’t keep anybody waiting any longer.’

Fury and Natasha were already waiting in a conference room as Agent Hill brought in the rest of the team.
‘Took you long enough.’ Natasha smirked at Clint as he took his seat next to her.
‘You try to get a selfish mechanic, two stubborn gods and a mad scientist on a plane within a minute.’
‘Okay. Everyone take a seat.’ Fury stood at the head of the table, waiting for everyone to sit down. ‘As you all know, we’ve got a problem. This time, it’s not about some alien attack, there’s no world war we must win, no realm that needs our protection. It’s about you, all of you. Now I’d like to belie-’
‘My apologies for the interruption director Fury-’ JARVIS muffled voice came from Tony. ‘-but it seems like doctor Banner has logged into his computer and tries to call. Shall I put him on screen?’
‘Yes, thanks buddy.’ Tony answered while taking his phone out of his pocket and sliding it to the middle table where it projected the video call. ‘Hey Bruce, how’s our captain?’
‘He’s asleep. Sorry it took me so long to contact you but it- it wasn’t easy to get him to sleep.’
‘Well, the important thing is you’re here.’ Fury continued. ‘As you all know, Nat found a flash drive during the search and rescue mission. It was the only form of documentation we could find, granted it’s not much but at least it was something. After a little help of our friend Stark here, we were able to decrypt it.’ He pushed a button on a small remote control which started up a beamer, projecting a series of numbers on the white wall behind him.
‘Some secret code?’ Banner asked, immediately trying to figure out the puzzle.
‘They are coordinates.’ Fury continued. ‘A place called Nieznajowa located in the southern part of Poland, were we found an abandoned warehouse. We sent out Clint and Natasha and they came back with some… disturbing material. Now I would like to warn you, this is not a pleasant sight.’ Fury pressed another button, which turned off the beamer and raised the wall behind him, revealing four …paintings? Loki and Thor stood up to take a closer look. The paintings were about 5 feet tall and incredibly detailed. Three of them were covered in a white sheet.
The one showing was of Steve Rogers. Unconscious, chained to the ground, his leg broken, his uniform shred to pieces and bathing in blood. This was exactly how Natasha and Tony found him when they invaded HYDRA’s layer. The words “TILL THE END OF THE LINE” were written at the top and a brownish X mark, covered the entire painting.
‘This is repulsive… Is this…?’ Thor whispered, disgust written on his face.
‘It is indeed disturbing and yes, the X mark is painted with Roger’s blood. We found not only this painting of Steve but one from all of you. Now you are free to take a look but I’m warning you, it ain’t pretty. Natasha, Tony and Clint have seen theirs and have agreed to let me show them to all of you.’ He looked at Hill who uncovered the remaining three paintings.
The first one was of Tony. The painting showed him sitting against a tree, a crashed car pouring with blood behind him. His left eye was gone and his right eye replaced by the artificial eye of his Iron Man helmet. His right arm was skinned from his fingertips to his shoulder, a bloodied laser weapon installed in the palm of his hand. His right forearm and foot were completely replaced with that of the Iron Man, the wires connected to exposed nerves and bone tissue. His left leg was torn from his body, the blood seeping from the open wound glistening in the light of the moon. He held his father’s watch in his left hand and his mother’s necklace in his right. The words “I AM IRON MAN” written at the top of the painting.
The second painting was Natasha’s. She wore a black ballet uniform, her unconscious, emaciated body spread over a marble staircase. The large mirror and barre in the background indicated that she was lying at the foot of a ballet studio. The skin on her feet and hands almost completely gone and are bleeding heavily. Her body is covered in bruises of all colors and cuts of all sizes, her finger nails gone. A crying face was carved in her stomach with a knife at the same height as her uterus. The words “MADE OF MARBLE” written at the top of the painting.
The last painting showed a naked Barton pinned down to a large target. His wrists broken and all his fingers dislocated. His eyes are gone, leaving nothing but empty sockets. His pale face covered in dried blood. His entire body pierced by arrows as he was illuminated in bright and colorful lights. The circular grandstand and red drapes indicated the torture took place in a circus. The words “WORLDS GREATEST MARKMAN” written in great colorful letters on the wall behind him.
‘I wish I could tell you to ignore this. I wish I could tell you that these paintings are nothing more but a sick joke.’ Fury spoke in a low voice. ‘But I’m afraid we will have to take these VERY serious. I never thought I saw the day that Rogers would be nothing more but a bedridden man scared of everything and everyone. I don’t want the same to happen to any of you.’
Loki saw how Tony, Natasha and Clint all looked down in shame.
‘There is one of each of us.’ Natasha spoke almost in a whisper.
‘I-I don’t feel the need to see mine.’ Banner said hastily. ‘These paintings show us how HYDRA is planning to torture us, break us but why? Why let us know in advance what they are planning to do with us?’
‘To spread fear.’ Tony said, trying to sound like he couldn’t be less effected. ‘Not that it does of course.’
‘It shows us something more besides how they are planning to torture you.’ Nick signaled for Hill who covered the paintings immediately. ‘They show us they have information about you guys you didn’t even know about each other. They know about your pasts and they know about your fears and that- is what worries me the most.’
‘So the culprit is someone close to us. But who is close enough to all of us to know this?’ Barton asked while staring at the ground.
‘I don’t think it has to be someone that close to us.’ Fury turned to Loki.
‘Me?’ Loki pointed at himself. ‘You suspect me of these pious acts?!’ He took a step back as Thor angerly took a large step forward.
‘My brother has nothing to do with this monstrous scheme!’
‘I am not accusing you of anything!’ Fury took a step closer to Loki. ‘Follow me, I want to show you something.’ He waited for Loki to follow and together they went to the room next door. They stopped in front of a sheet covered painting. ‘I want you to take a good look at this and explain to me exactly what is going on in this painting. You understand?’
Loki swallowed thickly and nodded. His eyes went wide as Fury uncovered the painting.
There was a young, pale, raven haired boy lying on the ground. His mouth sewn shut with a golden thread. His small torso was torn open, his entrails removed. Next to him was a man, a young adult, tied down on three rocks, the entrails of the child used as rope. The man was just as pale as the boy, his hair the exact same color. He was screaming and crying as venom was dripping on his forehead from the sharp fangs of a snake hanging above his head. A wolf was resting at his feet, it’s paws and mouth covered in blood. The man and the child were the same one. They were him, they were Loki. Just like with the others, there was a line written at the top of his painting. “I REMEMBER A SHADOW”. Unlike the other painting, however, his was encircled with a thick layer of black paint.
Loki stared breathlessly as he felt his eyes watering. Fury watched his reaction with care. ‘We have reasons to assume you will be HYDRA’s next target. Now we want to protect you, to help you but you have to tell us what this painting is all about and who could possibly know this kind of information.’ Loki did not take his eyes off the painting, his entire body started shaking heavily and he fell to his knees.
Fury quickly crouched down next to him, reminding Loki to breath. ‘Loki talk to me. Do you want me to get your brother?’
‘NO!’ Loki spat the word like venom. He swallowed and took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. ‘I will, I-I need… Will you please excuse me?’ Loki stormed out of the room and went back to the top of the roof. He phased back and forth for a little while, his hands tangled in his hair. After a few minutes, he stood still.
‘Heimdall, I know you can still see me… I know you can still hear me…’ He looked up at the sky. ‘Please, let me enter Asgard one more time. I know the All Father banished me but I need to speak with mother. I need her wisdom, not for myself… but for the sake of those I hold dear.’
NOTES:
Aaaand that’s it for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed reading it! I had a lot of fun researching torture devices (Well, that sounds a bit disturbing…) and everybody’s pasts for the paintings. Who knew Barton started out at a circus? I certainly didn’t… but the internet is all knowing! I inspired Loki’s painting on Norse mythology. (see link)
http://norse-mythology.net/loki-the-trickster-god-in-norse-mythology/
I did alter it a little to fit the story… but I have to say, the idea of our lovely little trickster ending like this is kinda saddening… Let’s just hope our Avengers can also become Preventers! :D
I will reveal some information on how Loki got to join the Avengers plus a little family reunion. So stay tuned!
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