Dreams May Lead Us Toward Our Future Chapter 5
As Anthony told them his story, he watched the varying emotions on his teammates faces.
Natasha was as stoic as ever, but if you looked closely, you could see her fingers twitching as if she wanted to choke someone (most likely Odin) and the slight downturn of her lips and the flash of angers in her eyes.
Clint had a face that would send Fury's best men scurrying for their lives, and had his fists clenched on the table.
Steve had a kicked puppy look on his face and a look in his eyes that said; 'poor Tony! wanna give him a hug!' which, if he even thought of doing, Anthony would not hesitate to immobilize him with magic.
Bruce had a tight hold on the metal table, and, if you looked close enough, you could see finger shaped dents on the table where he was holding it. his eyes were hard and flinty, and flashed green once every minute.
Nick had no emotion on his face, other than a look that asked why he didn't trust to tell him about his dreams before.
Thor was looking at his hand, which you could see where slightly wet with tears, of regret, most likely.
When he finished His story, he watched as everyone looked at his father, who was laying on a fold out bed that someone had brought in from the medical wing. He had started to groan, and wake up. Anthony was at his Fathers Side in a flash.
Loki startled as Anthony suddenly showed up in his line of vision. Anthony frowned at his father flinch, as did everyone else, but decided to ignore it for the time being.
"father? How do you feel? "
Loki raised a hand to his forehead, and rubbed it with the palm of his hand. Then, as if realizing suddenly who he was and were he was, his eyes shot open and started trembling, a panicked look on his face. He shoved himself off the bed, and scurried over to a corner, where he cowered with his back to the corner and curled into a ball with his arms protecting his face and head, as he rocked back and forth.
The whole room stared in shock at the terrified Trickster, and some ,(Tony, Thor, And Clint) with worry clearly plastered on their faces.
Thor took a step forward, worried about his adopted sibling.
" Brother are you alright?"
Thor went to take a step closer to Loki, but the terrified god just curled up more and gave a loud whimper of distress, curling his arms more around his head and his knees higher to protect his stomach and chest.
Tony watched as comprehension and understanding dawned on Clint's face. He Carefully walked over to Anthony, Slowly and softly, as to not scare Loki more, and leaned in to whisper in Anthony's ear;
"I know why he is doing this, I have seen it in a lot of rescue missions, and victims."
"Victims of What?" Anthony spoke harshly, but all he got was a raised eyebrow from Clint before he elaborated.
"Victims of heavy and Long periods of harsh torture. His hands and arms are held like that to protect his face and head, and his knees and legs to protect his vital organs. He expects us to torture him, my guess is that he remembered what he did to all of us and in germany. And what he said to his brother."
Anthony glared at Clint.
" I could less about my idiot of an uncle. its his fault my father is like this in the first place!" he hissed.
Clint shrugged.
" in your opinion, Loki might not think about it like that. They were raised together you know..."
Anthony scowled then sighed.
he slowly made his way carefully toward his father, and leaned kneeled in front of him, Loki's whimpers slowly seizing all together.
an eye peeked out first, looking hesitant, but when he realized Anthony was not about to hurt him he unfurled himself quickly, and grabbed onto the front of Anthony's Black Sabbath shirt.
"hurts..." His father Whimpered, his eyes pinched in pain, and his voice shaking, his breath uneven and Anthony could hear a slight rattle whenever the Trickster drew in a breath, indicating one or more broken ribs. Anthony Finally notice that His fathers armour was slowly getting soaked in blood, a puddle forming around him. apparently whatever controlled his father stopped his injuries from being visible and healing by magic.
It was a blur as he called for a medic. all he remembered was doctors rushing in and strapping Loki onto a stretcher, and their loud voices as they listed the injuries they could see, and himself following him. he remembered waiting anxiously outside of the surgery room, and the doctor coming out a few hours later telling him his father was stable and he was allowed to see him, but he would be unconscious for a while, his body exhausted from his magic trying to heal himself and failing.
Now he waited beside his father's bed, holding his hand, the least injured , but still wrapped up, piece of his body.
"Please Heal Father, I just got you back.."
He yawned before he rested his head on the bed and let sleep take him.
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Natasha was as stoic as ever, but if you looked closely, you could see her fingers twitching as if she wanted to choke someone (most likely Odin) and the slight downturn of her lips and the flash of angers in her eyes.
Clint had a face that would send Fury's best men scurrying for their lives, and had his fists clenched on the table.
Steve had a kicked puppy look on his face and a look in his eyes that said; 'poor Tony! wanna give him a hug!' which, if he even thought of doing, Anthony would not hesitate to immobilize him with magic.
Bruce had a tight hold on the metal table, and, if you looked close enough, you could see finger shaped dents on the table where he was holding it. his eyes were hard and flinty, and flashed green once every minute.
Nick had no emotion on his face, other than a look that asked why he didn't trust to tell him about his dreams before.
Thor was looking at his hand, which you could see where slightly wet with tears, of regret, most likely.
When he finished His story, he watched as everyone looked at his father, who was laying on a fold out bed that someone had brought in from the medical wing. He had started to groan, and wake up. Anthony was at his Fathers Side in a flash.
Loki startled as Anthony suddenly showed up in his line of vision. Anthony frowned at his father flinch, as did everyone else, but decided to ignore it for the time being.
"father? How do you feel? "
Loki raised a hand to his forehead, and rubbed it with the palm of his hand. Then, as if realizing suddenly who he was and were he was, his eyes shot open and started trembling, a panicked look on his face. He shoved himself off the bed, and scurried over to a corner, where he cowered with his back to the corner and curled into a ball with his arms protecting his face and head, as he rocked back and forth.
The whole room stared in shock at the terrified Trickster, and some ,(Tony, Thor, And Clint) with worry clearly plastered on their faces.
Thor took a step forward, worried about his adopted sibling.
" Brother are you alright?"
Thor went to take a step closer to Loki, but the terrified god just curled up more and gave a loud whimper of distress, curling his arms more around his head and his knees higher to protect his stomach and chest.
Tony watched as comprehension and understanding dawned on Clint's face. He Carefully walked over to Anthony, Slowly and softly, as to not scare Loki more, and leaned in to whisper in Anthony's ear;
"I know why he is doing this, I have seen it in a lot of rescue missions, and victims."
"Victims of What?" Anthony spoke harshly, but all he got was a raised eyebrow from Clint before he elaborated.
"Victims of heavy and Long periods of harsh torture. His hands and arms are held like that to protect his face and head, and his knees and legs to protect his vital organs. He expects us to torture him, my guess is that he remembered what he did to all of us and in germany. And what he said to his brother."
Anthony glared at Clint.
" I could less about my idiot of an uncle. its his fault my father is like this in the first place!" he hissed.
Clint shrugged.
" in your opinion, Loki might not think about it like that. They were raised together you know..."
Anthony scowled then sighed.
he slowly made his way carefully toward his father, and leaned kneeled in front of him, Loki's whimpers slowly seizing all together.
an eye peeked out first, looking hesitant, but when he realized Anthony was not about to hurt him he unfurled himself quickly, and grabbed onto the front of Anthony's Black Sabbath shirt.
"hurts..." His father Whimpered, his eyes pinched in pain, and his voice shaking, his breath uneven and Anthony could hear a slight rattle whenever the Trickster drew in a breath, indicating one or more broken ribs. Anthony Finally notice that His fathers armour was slowly getting soaked in blood, a puddle forming around him. apparently whatever controlled his father stopped his injuries from being visible and healing by magic.
It was a blur as he called for a medic. all he remembered was doctors rushing in and strapping Loki onto a stretcher, and their loud voices as they listed the injuries they could see, and himself following him. he remembered waiting anxiously outside of the surgery room, and the doctor coming out a few hours later telling him his father was stable and he was allowed to see him, but he would be unconscious for a while, his body exhausted from his magic trying to heal himself and failing.
Now he waited beside his father's bed, holding his hand, the least injured , but still wrapped up, piece of his body.
"Please Heal Father, I just got you back.."
He yawned before he rested his head on the bed and let sleep take him.
next chapter;
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