Pure Insanity 8/?
Title: "Pure Insanity" 8/?
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 Eight:
Loki wasn't shocked to find that there was a cage in the building similar to the one that Fury had on the helicarrier, although this one wouldn't be dropping out of anything. It was simply in the basement of the building where no one would hear the screams of the beast that should have been locked up in this cage. It was more just a place to lock away the beast until he regained control of himself and turned back into the bespeckled doctor.
Today, however, he wouldn't be seeing the doctor/monster. Instead, he was seeing two spies tied back to back, still unconscious. Of course, while the two of them may usually be able to at least untie themselves, the ropes were reinforced with a magic spell that meant they would only come undone when Loki said the right words. Also, they would get tighter the more they fought against them. Just for an added touch. He wanted to see how long it took for them to realize that. Loki realized that he had a sadistic streak in him, but now seemed like a good time to indulge it some.
"So, how long will it take for them to wake up?" Loki asked, watching the cage from across the room. It was too similar to the cage that he had been on in the helicarrier for him to relish getting too close to it, at least for right now. Maybe when they woke up, he might go closer, but not for now.
Tony was typing away on one of his small portable computers, chatting away with his disembodied butler at the same time. "People that are tased can stay out for a few hours or even longer. Now, those two might stay out less. God knows what steroids or whatever SHIELD pumps into them on a daily basis." He cast a glance back toward the cage that the two agents were housed in. “JARVIS, their pulse rates and everything are alright, aren’t they?” he asked, almost absentmindedly.
“Yes, sir. Both are at a normal rate,” JARVIS replied in his clipped, British tone. “I do not believe they will be waking up for another hour or so, however.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want them to die or anything,” Tony said, going back to his little computer. “That would just be boring.” He grinned to himself as he kept typing.
“And we wouldn’t want to deal with a bored Tony Stark, now, would we?” Loki asked with a hint of a smile. He really had no idea quite when he had become found of this human, but it seemed to have happened. Sorting out memories, both the fake and the real, took time, however. He was sure he’d remember the exact moment eventually.
“A bored Tony tends to blow things up,” Tony replied to him. “Not gonna say if that’s on purpose or not, though. I think that question is part of my charm.”
Loki finally inched closer to the cage, tapping on the glass. “Is there any way that we can wake them up?” he asked, actually tapping on the glass like a child standing in front of a fish tank.
“We could shoot them up with adrenaline, but that might explode their hearts. Like I said, I don’t know what SHIELD pumps them full of,” Tony replied. “You’re supposed to be an ancient god. Have some patience.” He snorted. “Really never thought I’d be saying that to anyone.”
“Sometimes being alive for so long will completely drain your patience,” Loki remarked, tilting his head as he stared at the slumbering duo.
“What is it like to be alive for a thousand years?” Tony asked. “Always figured that I’d eventually find a way to get around the whole aging thing, but haven’t quite pulled it off yet.”
“So sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Loki asked with a smirk. “It’s complicated. You can have endless patience for things, but also feel like you never have enough time to do what you want.” He felt that way sometimes because those around him seemed to age before his eyes. He and Thor would look the same for hundreds of years, but Tony would be gone much quicker, barely a blink of an eye.
“Sounds a little twisted,” Tony remarked. “Still, I’ve got too much stuff to do to just go off and die in thirty or forty years.”
Loki didn’t quite get how Tony could be so flippant about the idea that he should die in thirty or forty years, but humanity as a whole confused him sometimes by all seemingly doing just that. Another one of those curious things about humanity that he probably could spend a hundred years studying and still not understand, he supposed.
Loki tapped on the glass again, and this time one of the spies within stirred, groggily opening his eyes and looking up at Loki’s grinning face. Loki stopped himself from laughing when he watched as Barton’s face tensed up when he saw who it was on the other side of the glass. “Sleep well?” Loki asked simply.
“They’re going to realize that we’re missing,” Barton grunted toward him.
“Well, that’s part of the fun,” Tony said. He had walked up behind Loki when he realized that Barton had woken up. “It can’t be a party without the full guest list, after all.”
Barton fought against the bindings tied to his wrist, grimacing when they tightened around him. “You realize that I’m going to kill the both of you, right?” he asked, looking at the both of them.
“I’d really like to know just how you’re going to do that from in there,” Tony said. “Glare me to death? Have fun trying that.”
Tony turned his attention back to his computer for the moment being while Barton continued to struggle against his bindings until his hands were starting to turn purple from the lack of circulation. “I really thought that you were smarter than this, Hawk,” Loki said, smiling as he continued to watch.
Barton snarled at him. “You don’t get to call me that,” he snapped.
“The ropes tighten the more you fight against them,” Loki pointed out. “If you relax, it will be much better for you.”
“Wasn’t that how it was under the mind control, too?” Barton asked, looking up at him. “Don’t fight it and it’ll be better? Thanks, but no thanks. I’m gonna get out of here. I believe I still owe you an arrow to the eye.”
“It’s really too bad that you cannot learn your place,” Loki remarked, clucking his tongue. “Life would be so much simpler.”
“Yeah, one of those Earth sayings: Rather die standing than live on my knees,” Barton said to him. “Earthlings are never ones for doing the simple thing.” Loki suspected that Barton would have said more, but then he was distracted by Romanoff starting to stir, and Loki had nothing to say to the spider, so he left them be for now, walking over to Tony again.
“He is right about one thing: it won’t be long until the others start looking for them,” Loki said, leaning over Tony’s shoulder slightly.
“Kind of looking forward to it, actually,” Tony said, not even looking up from his computer despite Loki’s closeness. “I’ve got all sorts of presents waiting for anyone else that wants to break in here now. Trust me, it’s gonna get real fun when others start showing up.”
“Just what I like to hear,” Loki said, hand resting on Tony’s shoulder for a moment.
OoOoOoOo
Tony was having to fight the urge to just run away screaming. He had arranged to meet Loki at his lab again the next night, and he was pretty sure that he was lining himself up to end up in an elaborate death, despite the deal that he had made with the mad god. He figured that Loki would show up, pretend to show him how something worked, and then slit his throat and likely leave him in an embarrassing compromising position just as the extra ‘go fuck yourself’ that he probably deserved for agreeing to any of this.
Still, his curiosity was getting to him even more than his fear. He was dying to know how this stuff worked, and he was dying to know just what Loki wanted for helping him. He figured that there was going to be something in trade that, while he might not miss it now, it would bite him in the ass later. Isn’t that how these things always worked? Loki was likely to be his Rumpelstiltskin or something, although he doubted shouting Loki’s name at him would get him out of the deal.
While he waited for the god to show up, he continued to mess around with the Chitauri gun. He had taken it apart and put it back together a hundred times, but the damn thing wouldn’t work no matter what he did to it. He could only guess that there was an outside power source that he didn’t have access to. That didn’t shock him. He had been told that, when he had blown up the Chitauri mother ship, all of the Chitauri had dropped dead on the spot. So, they were all connected to it as well. Tony could only guess just how Loki was likely getting his hands on whatever power source to get whatever it was that he wanted out of Tony.
Once again, he felt the chill in the air before actually seeing anything. Managing to stay much more calm than last time, he slowly turned around in his chair, finding Loki standing behind him by a few feet. That didn’t surprise him, but what did was how the god was dressed tonight. Instead of the green and gold armor, or even the leather armor, tonight he was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and black leather pants, but clubbing leather pants, not leather armor pants. He also had these boots that laced up his legs and, well, Tony might have taken an extra second or twelve to look before he met Loki’s gaze.
“Didn’t think of you as one to wear lowly ‘Midgardian’ clothing,” Tony snarked at him, grinning as if he wasn’t worried or freak out or trying really hard to not stare at the god in leather.
“There are some things about this realm that are worth keeping around,” Loki said, returning Tony’s smile. Why was Tony suddenly certain that Loki had worn something different just to unsettle him even more? “Are you ready for me to show you how that weapon that you have been tinkering with works?”
Tony pushed himself back from the workstation, allowing for Loki to get closer to it and…do whatever the hell it was that he was going to do. He watched as Loki started muttering to himself, in a language that Tony had NO clue what it was, slipping what looked like a small bead into the gun and, before Tony’s eyes, the gun started to glow again.
“There you have it, just as promised,” Loki said, picking up the gun and handing it to Tony. Tony was grateful that he had the workroom sound proofed, because he turned in just enough time away from Loki to accidentally fire the gun, managing to blow up one of his cars in the process.
“You know, I’d be more mad if I didn’t know I could replace that right now without blinking,” Tony said, wide eyed as he saw just how easy it was to blow anything up with this thing.
“It’s a hair trigger, Stark. I’d be more careful if I were you.” Loki sounded mildly perturbed, although it was nothing more than pure luck that Tony didn’t hit HIM with that blast. “Wouldn’t want to hit anything less replaceable.”
“Yeah yeah,” Tony said, waving at him distractedly, although far more interested in the gun now sitting on the workbench again than the god’s warnings. “How the hell did you make this thing work? You got godly batteries or something in your pockets.” He snorted. “And that came out ALL wrong.”
He could feel Loki standing just a hair’s breath away from the back of his neck, and this time he was CERTAIN that the god was actually here rather than a hologram or whatever Loki might call it. “Just remember this, Stark. You only know what I want you to know.”
“And just what’s the fun in that?” Tony asked, this time daring to turn around and look the god head on. Maybe a couple of meetings without having his throat slit made him feel a little more cocky than he probably should, who knew what gave him the balls to do it? “I bet I can tell you more about yourself than you’d expect.”
“Now isn’t that a lovely challenge?” Loki said, staying close to Tony for a second longer than expected before straightening back up. “One we might have to pick up another time, though.”
Before Tony could ask why, there was a knock at his workshop door. He looked at the door quickly before turning his attention back to Loki, but the God of Mischief had already pulled his disappearing act.
With a roll of his eyes, he turned and opened the locks, allowing for Steve to come into the room. “Everything alright in here? JARVIS said that there was some kind of explosion?”
“Yeah, just working with the Chitauri tech again,” Tony said with a wave of his hand. When he looked back at the weapon, it was dead again. Figured. “Still not having any real luck with it.”
“You’re getting kind of obsessive over this stuff, Tony,” Steve said to him, giving him that puppy dog look that made Tony kind want to chuck something at his head. “It’s not the end of the world if we don’t figure out how that thing can be turned back on.”
“You never know, Steve,” Tony said, standing up just the same. “It just might.”
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 Eight:
Loki wasn't shocked to find that there was a cage in the building similar to the one that Fury had on the helicarrier, although this one wouldn't be dropping out of anything. It was simply in the basement of the building where no one would hear the screams of the beast that should have been locked up in this cage. It was more just a place to lock away the beast until he regained control of himself and turned back into the bespeckled doctor.
Today, however, he wouldn't be seeing the doctor/monster. Instead, he was seeing two spies tied back to back, still unconscious. Of course, while the two of them may usually be able to at least untie themselves, the ropes were reinforced with a magic spell that meant they would only come undone when Loki said the right words. Also, they would get tighter the more they fought against them. Just for an added touch. He wanted to see how long it took for them to realize that. Loki realized that he had a sadistic streak in him, but now seemed like a good time to indulge it some.
"So, how long will it take for them to wake up?" Loki asked, watching the cage from across the room. It was too similar to the cage that he had been on in the helicarrier for him to relish getting too close to it, at least for right now. Maybe when they woke up, he might go closer, but not for now.
Tony was typing away on one of his small portable computers, chatting away with his disembodied butler at the same time. "People that are tased can stay out for a few hours or even longer. Now, those two might stay out less. God knows what steroids or whatever SHIELD pumps into them on a daily basis." He cast a glance back toward the cage that the two agents were housed in. “JARVIS, their pulse rates and everything are alright, aren’t they?” he asked, almost absentmindedly.
“Yes, sir. Both are at a normal rate,” JARVIS replied in his clipped, British tone. “I do not believe they will be waking up for another hour or so, however.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want them to die or anything,” Tony said, going back to his little computer. “That would just be boring.” He grinned to himself as he kept typing.
“And we wouldn’t want to deal with a bored Tony Stark, now, would we?” Loki asked with a hint of a smile. He really had no idea quite when he had become found of this human, but it seemed to have happened. Sorting out memories, both the fake and the real, took time, however. He was sure he’d remember the exact moment eventually.
“A bored Tony tends to blow things up,” Tony replied to him. “Not gonna say if that’s on purpose or not, though. I think that question is part of my charm.”
Loki finally inched closer to the cage, tapping on the glass. “Is there any way that we can wake them up?” he asked, actually tapping on the glass like a child standing in front of a fish tank.
“We could shoot them up with adrenaline, but that might explode their hearts. Like I said, I don’t know what SHIELD pumps them full of,” Tony replied. “You’re supposed to be an ancient god. Have some patience.” He snorted. “Really never thought I’d be saying that to anyone.”
“Sometimes being alive for so long will completely drain your patience,” Loki remarked, tilting his head as he stared at the slumbering duo.
“What is it like to be alive for a thousand years?” Tony asked. “Always figured that I’d eventually find a way to get around the whole aging thing, but haven’t quite pulled it off yet.”
“So sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Loki asked with a smirk. “It’s complicated. You can have endless patience for things, but also feel like you never have enough time to do what you want.” He felt that way sometimes because those around him seemed to age before his eyes. He and Thor would look the same for hundreds of years, but Tony would be gone much quicker, barely a blink of an eye.
“Sounds a little twisted,” Tony remarked. “Still, I’ve got too much stuff to do to just go off and die in thirty or forty years.”
Loki didn’t quite get how Tony could be so flippant about the idea that he should die in thirty or forty years, but humanity as a whole confused him sometimes by all seemingly doing just that. Another one of those curious things about humanity that he probably could spend a hundred years studying and still not understand, he supposed.
Loki tapped on the glass again, and this time one of the spies within stirred, groggily opening his eyes and looking up at Loki’s grinning face. Loki stopped himself from laughing when he watched as Barton’s face tensed up when he saw who it was on the other side of the glass. “Sleep well?” Loki asked simply.
“They’re going to realize that we’re missing,” Barton grunted toward him.
“Well, that’s part of the fun,” Tony said. He had walked up behind Loki when he realized that Barton had woken up. “It can’t be a party without the full guest list, after all.”
Barton fought against the bindings tied to his wrist, grimacing when they tightened around him. “You realize that I’m going to kill the both of you, right?” he asked, looking at the both of them.
“I’d really like to know just how you’re going to do that from in there,” Tony said. “Glare me to death? Have fun trying that.”
Tony turned his attention back to his computer for the moment being while Barton continued to struggle against his bindings until his hands were starting to turn purple from the lack of circulation. “I really thought that you were smarter than this, Hawk,” Loki said, smiling as he continued to watch.
Barton snarled at him. “You don’t get to call me that,” he snapped.
“The ropes tighten the more you fight against them,” Loki pointed out. “If you relax, it will be much better for you.”
“Wasn’t that how it was under the mind control, too?” Barton asked, looking up at him. “Don’t fight it and it’ll be better? Thanks, but no thanks. I’m gonna get out of here. I believe I still owe you an arrow to the eye.”
“It’s really too bad that you cannot learn your place,” Loki remarked, clucking his tongue. “Life would be so much simpler.”
“Yeah, one of those Earth sayings: Rather die standing than live on my knees,” Barton said to him. “Earthlings are never ones for doing the simple thing.” Loki suspected that Barton would have said more, but then he was distracted by Romanoff starting to stir, and Loki had nothing to say to the spider, so he left them be for now, walking over to Tony again.
“He is right about one thing: it won’t be long until the others start looking for them,” Loki said, leaning over Tony’s shoulder slightly.
“Kind of looking forward to it, actually,” Tony said, not even looking up from his computer despite Loki’s closeness. “I’ve got all sorts of presents waiting for anyone else that wants to break in here now. Trust me, it’s gonna get real fun when others start showing up.”
“Just what I like to hear,” Loki said, hand resting on Tony’s shoulder for a moment.
OoOoOoOo
Tony was having to fight the urge to just run away screaming. He had arranged to meet Loki at his lab again the next night, and he was pretty sure that he was lining himself up to end up in an elaborate death, despite the deal that he had made with the mad god. He figured that Loki would show up, pretend to show him how something worked, and then slit his throat and likely leave him in an embarrassing compromising position just as the extra ‘go fuck yourself’ that he probably deserved for agreeing to any of this.
Still, his curiosity was getting to him even more than his fear. He was dying to know how this stuff worked, and he was dying to know just what Loki wanted for helping him. He figured that there was going to be something in trade that, while he might not miss it now, it would bite him in the ass later. Isn’t that how these things always worked? Loki was likely to be his Rumpelstiltskin or something, although he doubted shouting Loki’s name at him would get him out of the deal.
While he waited for the god to show up, he continued to mess around with the Chitauri gun. He had taken it apart and put it back together a hundred times, but the damn thing wouldn’t work no matter what he did to it. He could only guess that there was an outside power source that he didn’t have access to. That didn’t shock him. He had been told that, when he had blown up the Chitauri mother ship, all of the Chitauri had dropped dead on the spot. So, they were all connected to it as well. Tony could only guess just how Loki was likely getting his hands on whatever power source to get whatever it was that he wanted out of Tony.
Once again, he felt the chill in the air before actually seeing anything. Managing to stay much more calm than last time, he slowly turned around in his chair, finding Loki standing behind him by a few feet. That didn’t surprise him, but what did was how the god was dressed tonight. Instead of the green and gold armor, or even the leather armor, tonight he was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and black leather pants, but clubbing leather pants, not leather armor pants. He also had these boots that laced up his legs and, well, Tony might have taken an extra second or twelve to look before he met Loki’s gaze.
“Didn’t think of you as one to wear lowly ‘Midgardian’ clothing,” Tony snarked at him, grinning as if he wasn’t worried or freak out or trying really hard to not stare at the god in leather.
“There are some things about this realm that are worth keeping around,” Loki said, returning Tony’s smile. Why was Tony suddenly certain that Loki had worn something different just to unsettle him even more? “Are you ready for me to show you how that weapon that you have been tinkering with works?”
Tony pushed himself back from the workstation, allowing for Loki to get closer to it and…do whatever the hell it was that he was going to do. He watched as Loki started muttering to himself, in a language that Tony had NO clue what it was, slipping what looked like a small bead into the gun and, before Tony’s eyes, the gun started to glow again.
“There you have it, just as promised,” Loki said, picking up the gun and handing it to Tony. Tony was grateful that he had the workroom sound proofed, because he turned in just enough time away from Loki to accidentally fire the gun, managing to blow up one of his cars in the process.
“You know, I’d be more mad if I didn’t know I could replace that right now without blinking,” Tony said, wide eyed as he saw just how easy it was to blow anything up with this thing.
“It’s a hair trigger, Stark. I’d be more careful if I were you.” Loki sounded mildly perturbed, although it was nothing more than pure luck that Tony didn’t hit HIM with that blast. “Wouldn’t want to hit anything less replaceable.”
“Yeah yeah,” Tony said, waving at him distractedly, although far more interested in the gun now sitting on the workbench again than the god’s warnings. “How the hell did you make this thing work? You got godly batteries or something in your pockets.” He snorted. “And that came out ALL wrong.”
He could feel Loki standing just a hair’s breath away from the back of his neck, and this time he was CERTAIN that the god was actually here rather than a hologram or whatever Loki might call it. “Just remember this, Stark. You only know what I want you to know.”
“And just what’s the fun in that?” Tony asked, this time daring to turn around and look the god head on. Maybe a couple of meetings without having his throat slit made him feel a little more cocky than he probably should, who knew what gave him the balls to do it? “I bet I can tell you more about yourself than you’d expect.”
“Now isn’t that a lovely challenge?” Loki said, staying close to Tony for a second longer than expected before straightening back up. “One we might have to pick up another time, though.”
Before Tony could ask why, there was a knock at his workshop door. He looked at the door quickly before turning his attention back to Loki, but the God of Mischief had already pulled his disappearing act.
With a roll of his eyes, he turned and opened the locks, allowing for Steve to come into the room. “Everything alright in here? JARVIS said that there was some kind of explosion?”
“Yeah, just working with the Chitauri tech again,” Tony said with a wave of his hand. When he looked back at the weapon, it was dead again. Figured. “Still not having any real luck with it.”
“You’re getting kind of obsessive over this stuff, Tony,” Steve said to him, giving him that puppy dog look that made Tony kind want to chuck something at his head. “It’s not the end of the world if we don’t figure out how that thing can be turned back on.”
“You never know, Steve,” Tony said, standing up just the same. “It just might.”