Loki was sick of Nightmares that plagued him. He thought they would leave him, soon after joining the Avengers. It had been Thor's idea, Father-Odin thought it'd be for the best if Loki would help around, learn humility and be a good son… Like Thor. But Thor wasn't a monster. Thor didn't have to deal with accusations or wary glances in his direction. He didn't have to see stars rushing around him, falling almost endlessly, only to find himself landing on a wasteland of a planet.

Only to be manipulated, once more.

"Damn! I HATE HIM! I HATE ALL OF THEM! THEY ARE BENEATH ME! EVERYSINGLE ONE OF THEM!" Loki shouted, rage overflowing in his voice. He began to tear apart his room, flipping the dresser over, kicking holes in wall, ripping the pillows in his room, the sheets and blankets as well; All the while, shrieking his hatred of The Avengers, His father and most of all himself.

Thor scrambled to open the door to Loki's door, the other Avengers close behind him. "Thor… everyone... Back up." Natasha said, when they all complied, she took a deep breath and delivered a spin back kick to the door causing it to fly open. Thor ran inside to find Loki panting heavily, blood dripping from his knuckles and professedly from a large cut on his forehead, There was a wild look in his eyes, one of caged animal, of one desperate for escape.

"Loki…? What has happened? Are you alright?" Thor said, cautiously, gently resting his hand upon Loki's shoulder. Turning, Loki's pale emerald eyes met Thor's crystal blue ones, promptly. "I-I'm so…"Loki's chest heaved, as if every breath was a fight for survival. "Loki? Please, speak to me!" Thor whispered, His eyes searching Loki's ever so desperately, imploring him to answer, to tell him he was alright.

Instead Loki's eyes rolled backwards and he fell to floor and then began to convulse, Tony Hurried into the room, Bruce right behind him. Suddenly Thor was pulled away from Loki, struggling against the pair of arms wrapped around his waist."Let me go! Loki's hurt! Let me see him!" He pleaded. "Clint! We need to calm him down! Look, Loki will be fine!"Steve shouted, Pulling Thor out of the room with the help of Clint and Natasha.

"Okay… I think he's a bit better…"

"Tony! We still need to get him to medical room, now!"

Thor saw Tony and Bruce leaving the room, carrying between them a very limp and lifeless looking Loki. "I don't see how that's better?"Natasha said, arching a slim eyebrow.

"UGH! I-I hate Moths!"Clint shouted, glaring at small moth that was fluttering around the room, he, Thor, Steve, Natasha all sat in."You're one of the world's best assassins… and you have an irrational hatred and/ or fear of moths."Natasha said slowly, Thor chuckled and Steve grinned. "Well, they eat clothes! And, uh, they fly like they're broken... I just don't like them."Clint said, sighing in exasperation. Tony walked into the room; his eyes had bags under them from staying up all night. Thor stood up immediately, running towards tony."My Brother Is he-"Tony held his hand up. "Point break, Check for yourself, he's awake right now. Besides, I need a nap." He said; stumbling tired towards his room.

"Man of Iron, I thank you!"Thor called after Tony, before walking hurriedly out of the room and into the elevator, pressing a button like Clint had shown him last week. When the doors opened, he found himself in hallway, one he had seen long ago, when he'd injured himself in the sparing room. He frowned and began to run towards the door at the very end of the hall, scaring both himself and Bruce Banner, when Bruce had opened the door. "Well, this is surprising. I thought Tony came back to badger me more."He said, nervously running his hand through his short hair."You're here to see, Loki, I'm guessing. Well, I'm obviously not going to stop you, c'mon in." He continued stepping out of the way to allow Thor inside.

What Thor saw next would likely haunt him in sleep; he felt his heart almost break at the sight of Loki, who had sat up as soon as he saw Thor. Loki's face was pale and sickly-looking, he had deep purple bruise blossomed covering his shoulder and partially his neck, his forehead covered by a bandage, a yellow bruise upon his cheek as well as a small scrape on his cheek, his hand bandaged and he was connected to an Iv, as well. He was covered by thin white sheet, wearing only a black tank top and pair of short that came about mid thigh, which were also black."Loki? What happened last night...? When I checked on you last night, you had been asleep and then I, and the others, heard shouting from your room and…" Thor trailed off, frowning sadly. "They came back, they wanted me."

"Who, Loki…? I will protect you from them, I promise." Thor said, gently taking Loki's uninjured hand and squeezing it. Loki looked at him with mixture of fear and sorrow. "You simply cannot. You cannot protect me this time, Thor."He whispered, his eyes closing shut from nervousness and took several deep breaths. "Loki, I can't help you, if you won't tell me."Thor's manner of speaking was more like the humans of Midgard. Loki found their dialect to be rather annoyingly casual. Had he picked up on it? He certainly hoped not. " You can't protect me, from myself. From my mind and what impish dreams and hallucinations, it dreams up. Is it not hilarious, A….um what do they call it, riot? The trickster, tricking himself…" Loki said; his lips set in a frown, his eyes watering slightly.

"You've had nightmares? Of what, the chitari…Loki why have you not said anything? I could've helped, somehow-"Thor began, and Loki simply shook his head. "I did not want to seem weak! I wanted to prove my worth to you! I thought if I told you… you would tell father and then he would send me back to that horrible cell! I didn't want to go, I was afraid, alright? Are you happy now?" Loki shouted, tears spilling down his cheeks, his breath coming in ragged pants.

Thor wrapped his arms around Loki, gently stroking his hair, while he sobbed into his chest. "Shh, Loki, I won't let you go back to that cell! I swear it, you earned your freedom. No one will take it from you as long as I live, this I swear. If no other promise I have made matters than let it be only this one." Thor said, gently letting go of Loki. "Don't leave me…"Loki whispered, his green eyes peering at him with anxiety. "I will return to you. You need to rest; I'll be back before nightfall. Is this alright with you?"Thor murmured, and gently kissed Loki's forehead.

Bruce coughed from the doorway. "I could give him a sedative, you know to help him sleep, and uh, keep an eye on him."He said, while Loki arched an eyebrow. "So you may smash me into the floor? I do not think so!" Loki spat, his green eyes fierce with mistrust and anger.

"Dr. Banner would not hurt you, again, Loki-"

"Besides, I didn't smash you into the floor… The other guy did."Bruce Interrupted. Loki glared and then glanced over at Thor. "I feel bullied." He muttered, simply and laid back down, his eyes closing. Thor gave him on final peck on cheek, before walking towards the door.

"Dr. Banner? What is that thin line of rubber rope connected to Loki and that odd little bag of fluids?" Thor asked in bewilderment. "T-that's an IV, to administer fluids into him to keep him hydrated and that's where I'll put the sedative."Bruce explained, Thor frowned with a look of confusion and slight disgust on his face.. "It sounds painful."

"Don't worry, Thor. It's not at all. Why don't you go wake tony, because…"

"Because what?"

"I'm In need of a nap."

All Loki had now is pain; Blinding, Gut-wrenching, soul crushing pain. He was broken beyond repair, and then his arms bound with chains and tied around two posts. His arms bleed from multiple cuts, then there were bruises on almost every single inch of his exposed skin; covered only by a simple black robe, that hung off his shoulders, covering partially his torso, and covered only his groin, legs, and more or less his back, as well. His eyes shut, his face paled, his skin a sickly white, his lips closed tightly as he tried to muffle his cries of pain.

"Loki… Look at me? W-what have they done to you? Father just now gave me permission to see you. Loki… Do not ignore me. I had no idea they would do this to-"Loki's eyes opened ever so slowly, and when they did, his eyes were alive, with rage and malice; before him, stood Thor, His blue eyes widened in shock."Miss me, brother dear? I thought you were to return to earth with that mortal…whore- I mean, woman."Loki chuckled, before continuing."I beg your pardon... Slip of the tongue… But isn't that exactly what she is? No sense in beating around the bush..." He said, his voice dripping with spite, and his lips curved in a bitter smile.

"Don't speak of Jane in that manner! Loki, I-I care for her! However-"

"Ooh. A confession of love from the mighty Thor; How privileged am I?" Loki Interrupted, a dark laugh that came from him, quickly turned into a hacking cough. Thor's eyes filled with concern, he took a few steps toward Loki. His hand gently caressed Loki's cheek, Loki flinched and his pale cheeks flushed a slight pink, He leaned away from Thor, his eyes wary. "What do you think you are doing? Do not touch me. Do I look as though, I crave your touch..? Because that may be the absolute last thing I ever want from you." He snapped; his face filled with repulsion.

Thor quickly stepped away from Loki and began to pace around the small cell. "I apologize, Brother… I didn't realize you felt so strongly about me. I mean your hatred of me. Or is it indifference?" Thor said; his voice suddenly filled bitterness. "What do you think, brother? Oh, wait. I merely forgot. You are not my brother. For I am filled with evil! Correct? Jotun blood courses through veins! The brother you once had is gone! He died when he fell from the bridge, from grace! I am but, a mere shadow… a husk of what he was!" Loki screamed, tears flowing down his cheeks, his breath coming in ragged in pants. Thor's shock paralyzed him, he could not bear this… his brother, claiming to be a hallow husk.

He shook his head in disbelief, and simply walked out of cell; But not without stopping and turning to face Loki. His face forlorn and Loki met his eyes instantaneously, his face filled with anguish and tears raining down his cheeks.

"Leaving so soon, Thor? Fine, just go! They always do; Father, mother, and now you!"

Loki felt a sudden chill in the air, one he couldn't have produced, and he could do was shudder.

Loki's eyes snapped open, it was dark in the room, and he stared at the small odd box that had the time written upon it; 3:30. Loki tried to sit upward and found his wrists, and ankles bound to the bed. He fought and strained against them, but nothing worked. He looked around the room for something, a weapon, an object to break the bonds, or even a possible ally.

He found nothing, except Thor sleeping on a makeshift bed upon the floor. He smiled fondly, and laid back down, knowing that in the morning, he'd have a word- no, to give a piece of his mind to give to whomever, put these bonds upon him.

To be continued.

Wow, that was quite fun to write. To whom ever is reading this. If you're confused, I promise it will make more sense as the story goes along. Also, thank you ever so much if you did read it. The story seems depressing, right now doesn't it? I promise it will be funny at times, I'll balance it out.

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