Loki had chosen Stark Tower. Of course he had chosen Stark Tower. It was a convenient building, tall enough and right at the centre of the city, and it was personal too, in ways that delighted him. Stark had wanted it to be a beacon, a source of clean energy that all could share and Loki was more than happy to shatter that dream for him ( Read more... )

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They had put him in another cage. He knew it could not be the same one, he had made sure to shatter it to the ground -and Thor in it- but it looked rather similar : a confined empty space with thick glass walls. This was not the real prison still, this was a decoy, he could have gotten out of there in a second. The real prison was around his wrists ( Read more... )

Loki's breathing was shallow and painful as he came to a halt, gritting his teeth and trying to bite down a whimper. His right arm was twisted unnaturally and blood painted his armour red, dripping from a deep gash in his side, his ribs shifting sickeningly as he pressed his palms to them, making him gasp. At least two of them felt broken and he ( Read more... )

Loki is sitting primly on an uncomfortable chair in the waiting room of what seems to be one of the many labs in the Avengers tower. He has been told to wait (by Thor, no less, as if taking orders wasn't already aggravating enough) until the Midgardian scientists are ready. They need him for some sort of experiment on a magical artefact. Loki does ( Read more... )

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