Yeah, here's a note: Short chapter! ENJOY IT MY LOVELY DARLINGS! *air kisses your face* *slowly proceeds closer...and closer...*

Ahem.

Longer chapters will follow!

At this point, he wouldn't have been able to tell how long he's been abducted. He could have guessed anywhere between a few hours or the very next day. He spent most of those hours being man-handled and pushed around, forced into walking into unknown areas.

He was disorientated after spending so long in darkness. The bag over his head gave him little air to breathe. Strapped to a metal seat, he was left with little mobility options. In fact, none at all.

His arms, which were tied behind the back of the seat, were beginning to fall asleep.

His legs, which were tightly bound to the chair by his ankles, prevented him from shifting in the chair.

This was the most uncomfortable situation he's ever been in.

Blinding one of his senses caused the others to heighten to the point where he could describe the room by smell and hearing. Echoes bounced all over the place, much like it would in a large, empty room. The rich iron scent was unmistakingly dried blood, most likely left from previous victims that have fallen to these people.

He felt the presence of someone standing directly in front of him. Sweat and dirt reeked from this person, whoever he was.

Then, the bag over his head was ripped off, leaving him temporarily blinded. His short hair was left frazzled looking, as if he just woke up. He squinted his eyes as they watered from the sudden display of light. Once his eyes were able to adjust, he focused on the large figure in front of him.

The man stood tall with his arms folded across his puffed out, muscular chest. He wore a suit of pin stripe, which complimented against the darkness of his skin. Wrinkles around his eyes and mouth gave away that he was well into his early/late fifties, and the gray in his hair camouflaged into his sleek, black hair. The scars on his face proved that he was a man of history and brutal fights to epic proportions.

He removed a cigar from between his lips and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

When he stood at attention, no one spoke. Determining him as the leader of these goons wasn't hard to decide.

"What is the meaning of this? I demand an explanation!" Loki let a portion of his bottled up rage escape before he received a massive backhand to the kisser. If not for the binding around his ankles and wrists, he would have fallen right out of that chair. He was beyond confused and frustrated at this point, and now he had an unpleasant stinging sensation to deal with.

There was an uncomfortable silence as the larger man focused on the blood forming from the cut on the corner of Loki's mouth.

"Hook him up." He spoke with a deep, strong Italian accent, which would make the average person ask him over and over to repeat himself; just to be sure they heard him right.

"Hook me up?" Loki forced himself to ask.

Several men stood around the medium-sized room with loaded guns at the ready. Two of these men approached Loki, each with a set of wires in their hands. They all looked as though they just came back from a wedding, wearing matching suits and all. They really brightened the dark, rusty, grunge warehouse.

Rough hands tore apart the front of Loki's shirt, revealing a bare, somewhat muscular chest. The arc reactor glowed magnificently, and one of the thugs attempted to pull it out. Loki made a face of discomfort, and went to protest.

"Leave it." The leader said with a dismissive hand gesture. The thug shrugged and continued to stick the adhesive plugs onto Loki's biceps and tummy region.

"One moment." Loki spoke quickly. He was surprisingly calm and collected. In Asgard, their means of torture were far different and many required magic spells. Wires and electrical boxes, however, were foreign to the God. So was pain. "I'm not sure what I did, pardon my language, to piss you off, but I assure you that I meant no harm."

"You fucked with the wrong family, Tony Stark."

"Okay…I think we should converse like reasonable adults and work this out."

The large man leaned in, and Loki was afraid that too much movement was going to make his muscles rip free from his tight suit, much like the Hulk does. His large hand wrapped around Loki's jaw and squeezed firmly, preventing him from turning his head. Loki went to say something, but his jaw was held so tightly, he couldn't move it. With his other hand, the man pressed the cigar to his own lips, inhaled, and then blew the smoke into Loki's face.

With closed eyes, Loki held his breath, but the smoke prevailed and leaked into his nostrils. The smoke hit the back of his throat and went down the wrong pipe, and he was sucked into a coughing frenzy.

"Is he plugged?" The man asked his crew over the loud coughing with the cigar held between two fingers. He received a nod in response. "Buono."

"You said he would be back." Pepper looked nervous.

"We'll give him a couple hours." Tony replied without looking up.

"You said that a couple hours ago." She said impatiently, she then added with worry, "It's 10 o'clock, he might be lost. Where did you say he was from, again?"

"Outer space." Tony added coolly. He blocked out all the bad possibilities, and settled with a simple, "I'm sure he's just living the life right now. He's me, remember? There's an alcoholic buried somewhere deep inside."

"Sir Laufeyson?" Came a voice from within the walls and ceiling. Jarvis, with all the intelligence he held, figured out the God of Mischief's last name (using Google, of course. Norse mythology was very much a popular internet topic).

"Yeah?" Tony was used to his double identity. Sometimes, though, he would walk past a mirror and visibly tense up. Living with a different image wasn't exactly something to get used to within a day.

"There's an incoming call. Shall I take a message?"

"Who is it?"

"Says his name isn't important."

"Then neither is his call." Tony almost laughed at what he thought was a great comeback. Pepper rolled her eyes. That seemed like the end of the conversation until Jarvis added a minute later:

"Sir Laufeyson?"

"Yeah?"

"He says he has Master Stark and wishes to speak with you. Says it's urgent."

Tony glanced up at Pepper and noticed she was already looking at him with somewhat widened eyes. This pretty much solved the mystery as to where Loki went. There was this gut wrenching feeling that something terrible happened to Loki- although Tony wasn't sure he would be more upset at the fact that Loki is gone or that his chances of ever returning to his own body are close to exactly zero.

"Put him through."

Loki looked as though he were a battery operated piece of machinery. He was strapped with various and unfamiliar wires, which stuck on his bare skin like a...like a baby suckling on its mother's teet.

He watched as the brute leader spoke on the phone, connecting to the main Stark hotline and asking for any of his loved ones/relatives. Loki, being a villain himself, understands this game far too well. Except, usually when you're seeking vengeance on an individual, you're suppose to capture their loved ones as ransom. This planet has everything backwards.

"This is who?" The Italian man asked with a deep, irritated sigh. Loki knew who he was on the phone with by his quickened frustration. "Fannie May? What is your relation to Stark? What? No, I'm not his doctor...huh, prostate exam? Listen to me, you ignorant bafoon! Tony Stark is my prisoner- Oh...I see. You want to talk to him?"

The large male peered over at Loki, who in return, was giving a somewhat hopeful look. "Sure. You have one minute. Starting now."

He put him on speaker and held the phone to Loki's ear, allowing him to hear whatever it was Fannie May had to say to him. He felt there was no harm in proving they truly had him prisoner.

Loki never spoke so fast in his life: "Tony, all the men here are armed. Guns can't hurt you, Tony, bullets can't penetrate-aaAHHHH!" A startling electrical sensation buzzed through his body and painfully numbed him from head to toe. He's been electrocuted before, oh, many times by Thor. This, however, was different in the sense that the pain doesn't simply go away.

Loki's natural instinct fought to get up from the chair, yet he was strapped down and forced to endure whatever this punishment was. Teeth gritted tightly against one another, grinding until the shocking ceased and his body settled. When it did cease, Loki remained silent, unwilling to use his silver tongue now.

Suddenly, visions of past-torture moments came to him, however, they were not his. They were Tony's.

"What was that?" Pepper asked after hearing the curling scream.

Tony shot up from his seat and immediately went to the bar area. He shuffled around the counters, searching for something frantically.

"Really, you're going to drink now?"

"These." Tony replied, holding up two iron bracelets. "These are what's going to set him free."

"For your suit." She said, realizing she knew too much about this man for her own comfort. "Why don't you just put it on yourself?"

"Actually...uh, yeah. After our run down with Loki, I reprogrammed the entire suit so only I could wear it. Well, my body, anyways. It needs my facial imprint to function. Or else it locks up and traps the user inside."

"How..."

"Jarvis, I need that stick thingy now." Upon request, Loki's spear, complete with the tesseract embedded inside, emerged from the ceiling and extended down with the help of a mechanical arm.

"How are you going to find him?"

"Easy- I've already imprinted him with a tracking device. While he was sleeping..." His voice trailed. "On his butt-"

"You mean you knew where he was the whole time?" Pepper asked, surprised.

"I could have, yes. Though I wasn't going to drag him back here without him really wanting to come back. He's like a spoiled little diva. He'd be kicking and screaming in front of everyone. Do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?"

"You are a diva. You know that, right?" She squinted her eyes.

"A diva with an iron suit." He said quickly, pulling on a good pair of sneakers and throwing a leather jacket over himself. Good thing they miraculously had the same size feet.

"Where are you going?" Pepper protested, standing up when Tony reached the door.

"Gonna go kick some ass. And whatever you do, don't call in the Avengers."

Author's Notes: I knew Loki taking the spear would be of some help in later chapters. Meehehehe.

I also have this huge feeling that I forgot a very important detail...Damn, well, if I did, I'll find a way to add it later.

Anyhoo, I won't be updating for a while! For all of my fellow nerds and nerdettes, I will be attending anime expo in Cali this year. Maybe I'll even see some of you there!

I was gonna cosplay as fem!Loki, but it was far too expensive, and I'm far too cheap. I settled with a MLP group as Applejack.

Peace 0ut, girl sc0uts.