"Pure Insanity" 6/?
Title: "Pure Insanity" 6/?
Author: Lena
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: Foul language, some violence, and I don't know what else. I'll update this as the story spews forth.
Rating: R (The version of Tony Stark in this story is RIDICULOUSLY foul mouthed.)
Disclaimer: Marvel is god, I'm just a lowly worshiper, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: A
man insists that he's Loki of Asgard, and ends up in a mental
institution. Was he really sent here as punishment for his misdeeds in
New York as he insists, or is he just a sadly deranged soul? Your guess
is as good as mine.
Beta'd By: Just me tonight, kids. Feel free to correct anything you see. My grammar sucks balls.
Chapter Six:
(Author’s Note: Now that Loki’s unlocked memories, we have to see them! The next couple of chapters will have plenty of memories for them to sort through. They will all be in italics. Also, we may finally get some Tony point of views!)
It had not taken Loki long to break away from the Asgardian prison. He honestly wasn’t sure if they simply weren’t prepared to hold a magic weaver such as himself or if the court of Asgard simply didn’t think that his crimes on Midgard were that terrible. They regarded the realm as backward, after all. Sure, Odin had sent Thor to come and get him, but he could have sent a lot more help against the coming army if he had so desired.
He had simply disappeared from the cell one night. He had to wait for his magic to replenish before he could attempt such a thing. It had taken one cycle of the moon for him to be up to it magically and physically. The giant green brute had done more damage than he had wanted to let on. Still, he was very glad to finally be free.
He had crisscrossed several realms before deciding to head back to Midgard. If anyone could immediately trace his steps, then he didn’t want anyone to be able to find him easily. When he went back to Midgard, he knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Stark Tower still gleamed like a beacon in the night. Loki did see a certain beauty to the monolith. If humanity had but one saving grace, it was their mastery over their environment. From when Asgardians had last been in the realm over a thousand years ago to now, they had completely changed the landscape in ways that none could have imagined. It was quite impressive.
The beacon drew him in, although he kept himself invisible at first. He lurked around and then inside of the tower. He liked that he could see Stark and the other ‘Avengers’ as they came and went and what they were doing. He watched as Stark meddled with different projects, although one that sucked away a lot of his time was working on the Chitauri technology that had been left behind. The magic that had powered it before was gone, so it no longer did anything.
Finally, one day, Loki could lurk no more. He knew how to power the discarded technology, and it almost hurt him to not at least brag about it to the confused and increasingly frustrated Stark.
“It’s too bad that none of the power remains in that weapons and crafts left behind,” Loki said, appearing behind Stark, who was bent over a work table, trying to force one of the Chitauri guns to operate. “I’m sure that SHIELD would love to work with a new weapon after losing the power of the Tesseract.”
Stark turned around, unconsciously pressing himself against the work table. “How did you get out?”
“It was an impressive cage they put me in, but not one built for me,” Loki told him, harkening back to what he once said to Fury. “Maybe one day they will learn.” He circled the table, eyes flickering down to the pulled apart weapon. “Have you figured anything out so far?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know, fingers pushing different parts around on the table.
“You should know that I haven’t,” Tony snapped, already distracted enough by his puzzle to turn his back from Loki, looking at one of the parts on the table. “None of this shit works without anything around to power it all up.”
“And the fact that you can’t figure it out just burns you up inside?” Loki asked, voice rumbling in a smooth purr. “Now, the real question is, what will you give to find out just what it is that actually controls these things?” His fingers glided over a bladed weapon that also happened to shoot out beams of energy that could kill a man.
“Certainly not giving anything for what you’re selling,” Tony said quickly. He was reaching for his phone, likely to call someone up here, let them know that Loki was around. “I can figure it out on my own; it’s only a matter of time.”
“That just shows how little you actually know,” Loki drawled, vanishing before Tony’s eyes, but not leaving. Stark did not have the equipment to sense his presence, he already knew that. He wasn’t concerned in the slightest that he would be detected, even as Tony dialed his phone.
He continued to watch as Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers came into the room, listening as Stark described what had happened to him, what Loki had said. Oh this was going to be intensely fun. At least now he had a way to pass the time.
OoOoOoOo
Tony was the first to wake up from the magic induced haze. His mind was clearer than it had been in months, although those months felt like an eternity. His eyes opened, looking around the floor of the motel he and Loki had rented.
Loki.
The Norse God of Mischief was still half unconscious on the other side of the magical circle thing that he had created. Tony managed to push himself off the floor, only managing to not collapse immediately by grabbing onto the bed and hoisting himself upon it, sitting on the edge as he tried to collect his scattered thoughts.
Did he really do all that he now remembered? It felt right, a lot more right than he really wanted to admit. It explained his current situation a lot, that he and Loki were both punished. The true question was what he was going to do now? Go back and grovel for forgiveness to the people that had locked him away? Oh no...Tony fucking Stark didn’t grovel to anyone.
Tony leaned his foot across the floor and nudged Loki in the shoulder. The god awoke and opened his eyes, looking up at Tony. “Remember now?” Loki asked, pushing himself into a sitting position.
“Yeah, I remember,” Tony replied, shaking his head a bit. He remembered more than he thought he’d ever be able to talk about, but he didn’t want to go into that right now. What he wanted to do was go after the people who had imprisoned him. He wanted to make sure that none of this ever happened again.
OoOoOoOo
Tony had nearly fallen over in a panic when Loki had appeared in his workroom. He had expected the God of Mischief and Lies to be locked away in some far off prison on Asgard, never to show his face here again. However, he had shown up in his tower and, not even an hour later, Thor had shown up to belatedly tell everyone that Loki had managed to escape his confines.
He wasn’t sure what was going to win out inside of him, the fear and anger he had at the Asgardian, or the curiosity to find out if Loki really did know anything about the Chitauri tech that he was trying to figure out. All of the stuff had immediately been dead as soon as the alien army was defeated, apparently. Him sending that nuke through to blow up their mothership had made killed whatever was powering the army and all of their weapons. Bruce had done some dissection on the bodies left over, explaining that they were some sort of cyborg race, which explained why they all died, but it didn’t get him any closer to making the weapons or even the hovercrafts work. It was irritating as fuck and he didn’t know what to make of it. When the god wasn’t completely crazed, he was almost intriguing. Scary thought.
Of course, he assumed that Loki was still at least mostly crazy, bt he didn’t have quite the same visceral anger that he’d had before when he came to Earth. Still, he was actually scarier when he wasn’t in that almost constant rage.
“So, what are we going to do about your crazy brother on the loose?” Tony asked. After Thor arrived, they had all gathered around a table in one of the meeting rooms that he had in the tower. “I mean, you’re not just going to let him run a muck, are you?”
“I am not sure what this ‘muck’ you speak of is, but I intent to bring him back to Asgard as soon as I get a full location on him,” Thor explained, looking all of like a regal king as he sat back in his chair. “I do not want my brother to be of any harm to your realm.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think he’s done any harm yet other than scaring the ever loving Jesus out of Tony,” Bruce said with a bit of a half smile. “We’re lucky in that, though. Who knows what might happen if he shows up again, though.”
Tony sat back, staying quiet as the others kept talking. What he wanted to know was why Loki had shown up in his workshop of all the godforsaken places? It would have left him a lot less conflicted if Loki hadn’t dangled the idea of him learning how to figure out the Chitauri tech in front of him, though. He really wanted to know just what it was that made that stuff work.
OoOoOoOo
Recently freed memories still floating through his mind, Loki couldn’t help but be a little amazed at Stark getting so easily used to what was going through his head. He was the more focused Stark that he remembered, though, and that was what he really needed at the moment. He needed the slightly manic genius, not the schizophrenic with sparks of genius that they had tricked him into being.
“So, what exactly are we going to do now?” Stark asked him, still mostly staring out the window of the hotel room.
“Wouldn’t you like your tower back, Stark?” Loki asked him, smiling. “I don’t know what it’s being used for now, but I’m sure that you wouldn’t approve, since they took it from you.”
“You don’t have to try and manipulate me to show me what a good idea it is to get my tower back,” Tony said with a smirk. Loki couldn’t help but laugh at his response. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d had a real ‘partner in crime’ so to speak, so this was different than he was used to. He was finding that he liked it, though. “I think that we need to at least figure out what the hell my tower is being used for now, don’t we?”
Loki knew for certain that he wanted to know the goings on of the Avengers and what they did in that tower. He doubted that he was the only one. “Yes, that we do, Stark.”
“Aren’t we well enough acquainted so that you can use my first name like a normal person?” Stark asked him, still grinning at him.
“Ah, but you are thinking that I am a normal ‘person,’ when I am neither of these things,” Loki happily reminded him. “Still, I will call you Tony if that is what you truly prefer.”
“I’m sure you can guess what I prefer, but right now just calling me ‘Tony’ works just fine,” Tony replied with a bit of a leer.
Yes, this ‘partnership’ was interesting and new indeed.
OoOoOoOo
It didn’t take them long to vacate the motel and make their way toward Stark Tower, or whatever they may be calling it these days. It still stuck out like a beacon in the night to Loki, as much as it had when he first arrived back on Midgard. He could see that, by the possessive gleam in his eye, Tony still very much regarded the monolith as belonging to him, but the true question was how would they get to spy on the occupants within?
“So, are you going to make me invisible, too, or what?” Tony asked, looking up at the Tower himself. He remembered now how Loki got around his tower all of the time now.
“Do we really need to take that approach?” Loki asked him.
“You know what? Just take me to my workshop. I think I know of a way around all this sneaking around bullshit,” Tony said after thinking on it for a moment.
Loki did as he asked, reaching and taking Tony’s arm before teleporting him down to his workshop. As if on cue, all of the lights started to come on as soon as they were fully there, as if the room recognized Stark’s signature.
“Come alive for me, kids,” Tony said, looking around the room with a grin. “Daddy’s home. JARVIS, you there?” he called out.
“Yes sir,” the clipped, British voice answered him. “I am supposed to alert Ms. Potts if you manage to make your way back to the workshop without prior knowledge…”
Tony cut him off quickly. “JARVIS, run protocol X14-3745, password Omega8732,” he said quickly, glancing around the room and grinning again as the AI responded.
“Yes sir, all programs are now on lockdown and only accessible only to you and Mr. Loki,” JARVIS replied.
Tony turned and laughed when he saw Loki’s confusion. “You really think I wouldn’t have set up some sort of backup in case something did happen?” he pointed out. “I had my company snatched out from under me once before, and I’m kind of a paranoid bastard.” He laughed. “OK, no ‘kinda’ about it. I’m just a paranoid bastard.”
“I admit to being amazed that I have access as well,” Loki said to him. Tony could almost see on his face that he thought that he should have access to everything, but hadn’t expected to be given it so easily.
“Yeah well, we’re doing this whole ‘take over the world thing’ together, right? Might as well really work as partners and all that bullshit,” Tony said with a grin.
(Author’s note, pt. 2: I admit that this might get a bit confusing until all memories have been revealed, but they will be! Just make sure to hang in there, folks!)
Author: Lena
Fandom: Marvel
Warnings: Foul language, some violence, and I don't know what else. I'll update this as the story spews forth.
Rating: R (The version of Tony Stark in this story is RIDICULOUSLY foul mouthed.)
Disclaimer: Marvel is god, I'm just a lowly worshiper, blah, blah, blah.
Summary: A
man insists that he's Loki of Asgard, and ends up in a mental
institution. Was he really sent here as punishment for his misdeeds in
New York as he insists, or is he just a sadly deranged soul? Your guess
is as good as mine.
Beta'd By: Just me tonight, kids. Feel free to correct anything you see. My grammar sucks balls.
Chapter Six:
(Author’s Note: Now that Loki’s unlocked memories, we have to see them! The next couple of chapters will have plenty of memories for them to sort through. They will all be in italics. Also, we may finally get some Tony point of views!)
It had not taken Loki long to break away from the Asgardian prison. He honestly wasn’t sure if they simply weren’t prepared to hold a magic weaver such as himself or if the court of Asgard simply didn’t think that his crimes on Midgard were that terrible. They regarded the realm as backward, after all. Sure, Odin had sent Thor to come and get him, but he could have sent a lot more help against the coming army if he had so desired.
He had simply disappeared from the cell one night. He had to wait for his magic to replenish before he could attempt such a thing. It had taken one cycle of the moon for him to be up to it magically and physically. The giant green brute had done more damage than he had wanted to let on. Still, he was very glad to finally be free.
He had crisscrossed several realms before deciding to head back to Midgard. If anyone could immediately trace his steps, then he didn’t want anyone to be able to find him easily. When he went back to Midgard, he knew exactly where he wanted to go.
Stark Tower still gleamed like a beacon in the night. Loki did see a certain beauty to the monolith. If humanity had but one saving grace, it was their mastery over their environment. From when Asgardians had last been in the realm over a thousand years ago to now, they had completely changed the landscape in ways that none could have imagined. It was quite impressive.
The beacon drew him in, although he kept himself invisible at first. He lurked around and then inside of the tower. He liked that he could see Stark and the other ‘Avengers’ as they came and went and what they were doing. He watched as Stark meddled with different projects, although one that sucked away a lot of his time was working on the Chitauri technology that had been left behind. The magic that had powered it before was gone, so it no longer did anything.
Finally, one day, Loki could lurk no more. He knew how to power the discarded technology, and it almost hurt him to not at least brag about it to the confused and increasingly frustrated Stark.
“It’s too bad that none of the power remains in that weapons and crafts left behind,” Loki said, appearing behind Stark, who was bent over a work table, trying to force one of the Chitauri guns to operate. “I’m sure that SHIELD would love to work with a new weapon after losing the power of the Tesseract.”
Stark turned around, unconsciously pressing himself against the work table. “How did you get out?”
“It was an impressive cage they put me in, but not one built for me,” Loki told him, harkening back to what he once said to Fury. “Maybe one day they will learn.” He circled the table, eyes flickering down to the pulled apart weapon. “Have you figured anything out so far?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know, fingers pushing different parts around on the table.
“You should know that I haven’t,” Tony snapped, already distracted enough by his puzzle to turn his back from Loki, looking at one of the parts on the table. “None of this shit works without anything around to power it all up.”
“And the fact that you can’t figure it out just burns you up inside?” Loki asked, voice rumbling in a smooth purr. “Now, the real question is, what will you give to find out just what it is that actually controls these things?” His fingers glided over a bladed weapon that also happened to shoot out beams of energy that could kill a man.
“Certainly not giving anything for what you’re selling,” Tony said quickly. He was reaching for his phone, likely to call someone up here, let them know that Loki was around. “I can figure it out on my own; it’s only a matter of time.”
“That just shows how little you actually know,” Loki drawled, vanishing before Tony’s eyes, but not leaving. Stark did not have the equipment to sense his presence, he already knew that. He wasn’t concerned in the slightest that he would be detected, even as Tony dialed his phone.
He continued to watch as Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers came into the room, listening as Stark described what had happened to him, what Loki had said. Oh this was going to be intensely fun. At least now he had a way to pass the time.
OoOoOoOo
Tony was the first to wake up from the magic induced haze. His mind was clearer than it had been in months, although those months felt like an eternity. His eyes opened, looking around the floor of the motel he and Loki had rented.
Loki.
The Norse God of Mischief was still half unconscious on the other side of the magical circle thing that he had created. Tony managed to push himself off the floor, only managing to not collapse immediately by grabbing onto the bed and hoisting himself upon it, sitting on the edge as he tried to collect his scattered thoughts.
Did he really do all that he now remembered? It felt right, a lot more right than he really wanted to admit. It explained his current situation a lot, that he and Loki were both punished. The true question was what he was going to do now? Go back and grovel for forgiveness to the people that had locked him away? Oh no...Tony fucking Stark didn’t grovel to anyone.
Tony leaned his foot across the floor and nudged Loki in the shoulder. The god awoke and opened his eyes, looking up at Tony. “Remember now?” Loki asked, pushing himself into a sitting position.
“Yeah, I remember,” Tony replied, shaking his head a bit. He remembered more than he thought he’d ever be able to talk about, but he didn’t want to go into that right now. What he wanted to do was go after the people who had imprisoned him. He wanted to make sure that none of this ever happened again.
OoOoOoOo
Tony had nearly fallen over in a panic when Loki had appeared in his workroom. He had expected the God of Mischief and Lies to be locked away in some far off prison on Asgard, never to show his face here again. However, he had shown up in his tower and, not even an hour later, Thor had shown up to belatedly tell everyone that Loki had managed to escape his confines.
He wasn’t sure what was going to win out inside of him, the fear and anger he had at the Asgardian, or the curiosity to find out if Loki really did know anything about the Chitauri tech that he was trying to figure out. All of the stuff had immediately been dead as soon as the alien army was defeated, apparently. Him sending that nuke through to blow up their mothership had made killed whatever was powering the army and all of their weapons. Bruce had done some dissection on the bodies left over, explaining that they were some sort of cyborg race, which explained why they all died, but it didn’t get him any closer to making the weapons or even the hovercrafts work. It was irritating as fuck and he didn’t know what to make of it. When the god wasn’t completely crazed, he was almost intriguing. Scary thought.
Of course, he assumed that Loki was still at least mostly crazy, bt he didn’t have quite the same visceral anger that he’d had before when he came to Earth. Still, he was actually scarier when he wasn’t in that almost constant rage.
“So, what are we going to do about your crazy brother on the loose?” Tony asked. After Thor arrived, they had all gathered around a table in one of the meeting rooms that he had in the tower. “I mean, you’re not just going to let him run a muck, are you?”
“I am not sure what this ‘muck’ you speak of is, but I intent to bring him back to Asgard as soon as I get a full location on him,” Thor explained, looking all of like a regal king as he sat back in his chair. “I do not want my brother to be of any harm to your realm.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t think he’s done any harm yet other than scaring the ever loving Jesus out of Tony,” Bruce said with a bit of a half smile. “We’re lucky in that, though. Who knows what might happen if he shows up again, though.”
Tony sat back, staying quiet as the others kept talking. What he wanted to know was why Loki had shown up in his workshop of all the godforsaken places? It would have left him a lot less conflicted if Loki hadn’t dangled the idea of him learning how to figure out the Chitauri tech in front of him, though. He really wanted to know just what it was that made that stuff work.
OoOoOoOo
Recently freed memories still floating through his mind, Loki couldn’t help but be a little amazed at Stark getting so easily used to what was going through his head. He was the more focused Stark that he remembered, though, and that was what he really needed at the moment. He needed the slightly manic genius, not the schizophrenic with sparks of genius that they had tricked him into being.
“So, what exactly are we going to do now?” Stark asked him, still mostly staring out the window of the hotel room.
“Wouldn’t you like your tower back, Stark?” Loki asked him, smiling. “I don’t know what it’s being used for now, but I’m sure that you wouldn’t approve, since they took it from you.”
“You don’t have to try and manipulate me to show me what a good idea it is to get my tower back,” Tony said with a smirk. Loki couldn’t help but laugh at his response. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d had a real ‘partner in crime’ so to speak, so this was different than he was used to. He was finding that he liked it, though. “I think that we need to at least figure out what the hell my tower is being used for now, don’t we?”
Loki knew for certain that he wanted to know the goings on of the Avengers and what they did in that tower. He doubted that he was the only one. “Yes, that we do, Stark.”
“Aren’t we well enough acquainted so that you can use my first name like a normal person?” Stark asked him, still grinning at him.
“Ah, but you are thinking that I am a normal ‘person,’ when I am neither of these things,” Loki happily reminded him. “Still, I will call you Tony if that is what you truly prefer.”
“I’m sure you can guess what I prefer, but right now just calling me ‘Tony’ works just fine,” Tony replied with a bit of a leer.
Yes, this ‘partnership’ was interesting and new indeed.
OoOoOoOo
It didn’t take them long to vacate the motel and make their way toward Stark Tower, or whatever they may be calling it these days. It still stuck out like a beacon in the night to Loki, as much as it had when he first arrived back on Midgard. He could see that, by the possessive gleam in his eye, Tony still very much regarded the monolith as belonging to him, but the true question was how would they get to spy on the occupants within?
“So, are you going to make me invisible, too, or what?” Tony asked, looking up at the Tower himself. He remembered now how Loki got around his tower all of the time now.
“Do we really need to take that approach?” Loki asked him.
“You know what? Just take me to my workshop. I think I know of a way around all this sneaking around bullshit,” Tony said after thinking on it for a moment.
Loki did as he asked, reaching and taking Tony’s arm before teleporting him down to his workshop. As if on cue, all of the lights started to come on as soon as they were fully there, as if the room recognized Stark’s signature.
“Come alive for me, kids,” Tony said, looking around the room with a grin. “Daddy’s home. JARVIS, you there?” he called out.
“Yes sir,” the clipped, British voice answered him. “I am supposed to alert Ms. Potts if you manage to make your way back to the workshop without prior knowledge…”
Tony cut him off quickly. “JARVIS, run protocol X14-3745, password Omega8732,” he said quickly, glancing around the room and grinning again as the AI responded.
“Yes sir, all programs are now on lockdown and only accessible only to you and Mr. Loki,” JARVIS replied.
Tony turned and laughed when he saw Loki’s confusion. “You really think I wouldn’t have set up some sort of backup in case something did happen?” he pointed out. “I had my company snatched out from under me once before, and I’m kind of a paranoid bastard.” He laughed. “OK, no ‘kinda’ about it. I’m just a paranoid bastard.”
“I admit to being amazed that I have access as well,” Loki said to him. Tony could almost see on his face that he thought that he should have access to everything, but hadn’t expected to be given it so easily.
“Yeah well, we’re doing this whole ‘take over the world thing’ together, right? Might as well really work as partners and all that bullshit,” Tony said with a grin.
(Author’s note, pt. 2: I admit that this might get a bit confusing until all memories have been revealed, but they will be! Just make sure to hang in there, folks!)