The Chitauri's Revenge

Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, nor do I make money off of this story.

Warning: Non-consensual, blood play, humiliation

Chapter 1

           The first sensation Loki felt as he woke up was discomfort in his jaw. He knew, then, that the contraption was still fastened tightly around his face. Dizziness came after the discomfort, and Loki bit down the groan of confusion and anger. The last thing he remembered was rotating the tesseract alongside Thor. They had been traveling back to Asgard when something barreled into their path and collided with the two of them. They had tumbled, he remembered Thor’s roar, and then Loki had lost consciousness.

            Thor. What had happened to that idiot? Loki attempted to open his eyes, to observe his surroundings, but everything was just as dark as his memory of what had happened. He blinked once, twice, and then his brows furrowed. He could not hear his brother. If Thor had been anywhere near Loki, he would have heard him. After all, Thor was obnoxiously loud. Loki stopped his bitter musings, pointing out to himself that the annoying contraption on his face was Thor’s fault—and just about everything else.

            On the other hand, Loki knew that this was not Thor’s doing. Something was terribly wrong. Even his body recognized the danger—his stomach knotting into a balled fist and his spine tingling with caution. Something he would have difficulty combating was near. If his mouth piece had been taken off, along with the chain links connecting his wrists, he could have done something.

            Loki was basically powerless.

            If you fail… if the tesseract is kept from us... there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice, we can’t find you.

            Pain sliced through Loki’s skull, and his whole body jerked as the pain dug, like talons, through his mind. He snapped his eyes closed, as if it would help the throbbing, and jerked at the links holding his hands together. It was then that he realized, angrily, that parts of the links were held into whatever floor he was sitting. He could barely pull his arms above his waist, much less cradle and massage his aching temples.

            “Not only did you fail to become king of Asgard, you failed to take over a planet where humans are ignorant—knowing only how to breed and cower in fear.” Disgust dripped from the voice, and Loki snapped his head in the direction the sound was coming from.

            Fear—an emotion that Loki had just recently experience with the Hulk—moved through his gut, into his chest, and flooded his limbs. He froze where he sat, his gaze skittering along the darkness that surrounded him. The only comfort Loki could consider was the wall he was unintentionally pressing against. If he had a wall behind him, whatever was talking couldn’t surprise him from that angle. He attempted to calm his nerves by breathing slowly through his nose and forcing his muscles to relax. He already had a disadvantage of being tied up. At this point, Loki needed any and every advantage he could get.

            “It’s useless. I can smell it. Your horror, your fear, your realization.” The disembodied voice chuckled. No matter how hard Loki tried to adjust his sight, he failed to find the being that was near him. He knew the thing was near, and he knew exactly what it was—a Chitauri.  “Do you not remember our deal, Odin’s son?”

            The reference sent rage through Loki, but he refused to move from where he was. A rise was what the Chitauri wanted, and he was not about to please him. He raised his eyebrows instead, and brought his feet up so he could perch his elbows on his knees. At best, Loki looked bored.

            “Ah, Loki, the trickster. You can hold your facade as long as you like, but I promise, what is coming for you will crush you…” Loki lungs ceased to function, his breath caught in his nose. The presence of the Chitauri was suddenly close—close enough that he could feel the breath move along his cheek and neck. It made his skin crawl. “It will tear you apart, bone by bone, muscle by muscle, and you will be alive for each and every second of it. I will watch as your blood paints the floor, and marvel in your screams of agony.”

            Loki didn’t respond. He couldn’t. The mouth piece muffled anything that crawled up his throat. The fact that it muffled him may have been beneficial, considering how infuriating he could be with his silver tongue. There was no way to stop the trickles of sweat that slipped down the sides of his face, a clear sign that Loki understood one thing.

            Loki was in deep, and for the first time, he realized how much he wanted that bubbly idiot to charge in and help him out of the mess he created. Again.