AN: Hi, I'll try to make this brief. This is the prequel to Absolute Zero so it is slightly AU. The chapters take place out of chronological order and each chapter will tell you what year it took place, between year one: the beginning and year seven Absolute Zero. This story has a genderbending Tony as well, but that will only happen in years five and six, and maybe once or twice in another year. I will let you know if the chapter contains genderbending. Like the other story there are some made up places for plot. Since the story is out of chronological order, the chapter are episodic and most of the time won't connect unless it's has to be broken up into two chapters.
I started from year one since it is the most graphic and I wanted to get it out of the way early on. The rating for this chapter is close to mature but only one part in the chapter which is more explaining than happening. Poor Loki. The rest of the story is more general with humorous chapters and some hurt comfort.
These were the word that stuck in his throat and choked him mercilessly. It should have been easy. Everyone always said that love could make you do things you never dreamed of. Yet, when it counted the most he remained silent. Admitting he love someone was hard and something he couldn't do for some reason. Emotions and things like that he avoided. He was never good with things like that. It could first and foremost be blame on his father. The man showed so little emotion he could have been mistaken for a robot.
But was that really an excuse?
It was the best he had because the alternative was much harsher. He always wondered if his heart was as cold as the reactor in his chest. Lifeless was a better analogy.
Anthony Edward Stark sat in his limo for three hours after he had stood like an idiot at his own weddings. He was always with words, but the moment he and Pepper stood at the altar together he was speechless. He couldn't say yes or I do. He stood dumbfounded at his own weddings with the eyes of his friends and public watching. There was no way to save face and he had just embarrassed Pepper in the worst way. She had stared at him like he had just ripped her heart out and quite figuratively he did. He was only able to do one thing for her. He forced her to slap him with all her strength and she obliged with little argument.
Yep. He had just ruined Pepper's big day and made himself out to be the biggest ass in the country. At least things couldn't get worse or so he thought before he heard a loud crash then the sound of metal being crushed. It was a gruesome sound that seem to puncture his eardrums but that was the lesser of the pain he began to feel. Excruciating pain radiated through him as he realized he was in a car accident with a truck. Then he blacked out vaguely wondering if that was the end for him.
Torture was an art to his captor. It was something that was pondered over in deep thought. He knew this because his captor always found new ways to make him scream or degrade him. It was quite the game, not even he could have grown bored of. Inside he knew he had changed. Torment had twisted him and further corrupted his broken mind. He was no longer the God of Mischief; he had fallen so far below that title. Everything had been stripped away from him. His royalty, power, title and even the safeguard to hide his true form was taken. Now he was truly a disgusting monster, just like he was born to be.
His bitter laughter caught him off guard. He hadn't even realized he still had a voice. Even now he could still remember the look on his mother's- Frigga's face when Odin announced his punishment.
The severity of his crimes could not go unpunished, nor could the punishment be lesser than the crime. He had killed plenty and even destroyed a good amount of that city in Midgard. Odin would not leave his punishment to the dungeons of Asgard. No, that was less than the crime, even Loki understood that. He however was not expecting what Odin did next.
"My son...no, Loki Laufey you have brought destruction upon those who are powerless to protect themselves and have caused the death of many innocents."
"Powerless?" Loki interrupted but closed his mouth.
"Yet, you have shown no remorse for your actions nor have you adequately explained yourself. Though this pains me greatly I have already publicly disowned you and stripped you of your entitlement as prince. I will however spare you the embarrassment of revealing the truth about you to the rest of Asgard. If you are to ever return from your imprisonment I will welcome you back with open arms." Odin one eye bore into the top of Loki's bowed head. His disappointment evident by the frown he wore. He didn't expect any more words from his son so he continued.
"As of this moment we have no ties, so I shall sentence you as the despicable criminal you are."
"...then do so." Loki's anger radiating off, but the effect was more like freezing winds than heat. His fear had long ago consumed him, but so did his hate. He wore his mask like he had always worn. The less they could see, the less they could hurt him.
"Loki son of Laufey, I hereby sentence you to the Eternal Abyss for the span of 100 years for each human you have killed. I will let the ruler of the abyss determine the punishment you will receive for the deaths you have caused." Those were the last words his father spoke as he was thrown into the abyss. He didn't even see Thor, not that it matter, his brother would not come to his aide. No one would come to save him and he was not surprised.
Now Loki was use to his punishment. He was use to the torture and unimaginable pain. He had come to terms with the fact that he was a monster, in more ways than one. He had live out the sentences of 100 people and learn that time in the abyss was much different than Asgard. Even if it actually felt like 10,000 years had passed in the abyss, outside it probably hadn't been more than two years in Asgard. It was a brilliant idea to punish criminals. He had no idea how long he'd be in the abyss but if he ever left, the time zone outside would be jarring.
He lied on the floor of his tiny cell. The room was really small. He could not stand or sit. He lay on the heated ground. It was a torture in itself. The smell of blood permeated his cell and the sounds of screaming echoed loudly through the prison. He remembered at one time he would not scream for his pride prevented him from doing so, but now years later he welcomed the release. It was all he could do, since fighting back was out of the question. Not even the torture he suffered at the hands of the Chitauri could amount to the things he had endured. Though it couldn't really be called enduring since he had broken long ago. A broken smile found its way to his face as he stared out at the darkness in front of him. His neck rarely itched under the metal collar that was melted to his skin, but when it did it was another form of torture.
When he had first arrived they had stripped him down to nothing and bound his magic then broke the façade. He was outrage to say the least but learned quickly that the ruler of the abyss was much crueler than the Chitauri. The metal collar was heated until it was bright orange like a blacksmith making a sword. It was then snapped around his blue neck. It was an agonizing pain he still remembered. He was held down and the process was done to his ankles and wrist. After that the real fun began. He was escorted to a room where many were chain to the wall by their ankles, but were facing the wall. He was strung up to and learned what a barbed whip felt like. It was like a knife had cut him and lava was poured into the wound. The room was stifling and his Joutun heritage was working against him like it always did. He passed out from the heat but was awaken each time by the whip that tore through his flesh.
Yes, he had many fond memories of the torture he suffered and it had only gotten worse because then they tested the prisoner's limits for pain. Loki was quite surprise to learn he had a high pain threshold, that is until the dismemberment began. He had been gutted and almost every appendage except his head had been removed and put back crudely. They could have replaced the limbs with wonderful skill but crudely attaching the lost member was a form of torture as well. Though, they never let his body stay that way.
Loki had been blinded, burned, skinned, deafened, castrated, gutted and an assortment of other torture methods but nothing affected him the way humiliation did. So the first time he was defiled he tried to kill himself. The brutality of it ripped apart his already messed up psyche, but suicide was also punishable and he learned that the hard way. That punishment couldn't compare to the others. He would never resort to it again because if he didn't succeed the pain he suffered would be multiplied and he would have to endure the void and he hated that place.
Moment like the one he was having was only mild torture so he had peace of mind, which was ironic. Although he was burning up he was calm and lately he had gotten use to his "home". His shattered mind was normal to him after all the years that had passed. He saw nothing wrong with his thoughts or how easy and willingly he took the torture dealt to him. He vaguely wondered what awaited him in the future and how long could he continue to live this way.
"Loki..." there came the voice he knew so well.
It was a loud deafening sound that woke the unconscious man. It was as if a bomb had blown up right next to his ears. The ringing didn't stop for minutes. Tony could smell burning gas and metal. It made him nauseous and his stomach wanted to release its content but Tony swallowed a couple times to prevent that. He forced his eyes open and he could hear screaming and someone calling for help. He was face down and the pavement was scratching his face and skin on his palms. He tried to move but he was pin by something.
It took all his effort to pull his foot from under the vehicle. Fortunately it wasn't broken. Still the sounds around him were deafening and he was confused. Too many sounds and too much screaming, even though Tony was out of it he still searched the limo on auto-pilot for Happy. There was a lot of blood everywhere but Tony hadn't even realized it was his own. He came upon Happy, laying a few feet from the limo. There was blood everywhere and Tony's already messed up brain couldn't comprehend what to do. He knew he had to stop the bleeding but he couldn't connect the action with his body. His hands shook as he tried his hardest to move them.
"Tony..." Happy's voice sounded weird to Tony as if the man was gurgling, which he was. The man was slowly choking on his blood. Tony mind was sluggish in reacting but he turned the man slowly on his side so he wouldn't continue to choke. Happy's labored breathing slowly calmed down.
Forcing himself onto his feet he looked around, yet he still hadn't realized the amount of blood he was losing.
"Help!" there was someone desperately crying out and Tony went to save them because that's what he did, even if he didn't consider himself a conventional hero. The driver of the truck was trapped in his cab.
Tony was still bleeding unknowingly but was able to help the man somehow fit out of the driver side window. The strain ate away what little strength he had and he collapsed. The driver didn't even look back as he ran from the soon to explode vehicle.
He only remembered one thing and that was the sound of an explosion.
Tony didn't even know when he blacked out, but he was kind of pissed at the driver for leaving him to die. When he finally came to, he was being carried like a sack. He was over someone's shoulder. As the ground passed by he noticed that the person was wearing leather pants. He wanted to laugh but didn't have the strength to do so.
Tony's blood was rushing to his head as the person carried him far from the wreckage. He'd lifted his head but his strength was still gone.
"Hey, who-" his voice sounded strange and for some reason talking made him even more tired. It was like the very action was zapping him of energy.
"Where is it you go when you are hurt." the voice rung alarms in Tony's brain. He recognized the voice and the face of the Norse god came to mind.
Tony struggled but the grip the god had been unbreakable. "Hey, put me down..."
The billionaire's sentence trailed off as he felt unbelievably tired from talking. His body went limp.
"Do not speak again." Loki said tired of the man's voice. He wasn't use to the sounds because in the Abyss the environment was strangely mute at times. It had a contradictory silence that left victims at peace and vulnerable. It was a cleverly devised tactic to make a prisoner let down their guard.
"I'm not...going to sit here quietly...while you kidnap me for whatever sick revenge you're planning." Tony wheezed and fought to speak.
"I will take you to where you can seek aid. Tell me where." Loki voice was uncharacteristically monotonous. Tony was use to the psychotic diva he called Reindeer Games among other things.
"You're helping me?"
"Tell me where to go." Loki ignored the question. He stopped and waited for Tony to direct him.
"At the end of this block there's a hospital. Take me there." Tony said after looking at his surroundings. He knew the area pretty well.
Loki followed Tony's directions, although he wasn't sure what the measurements of a block was. He just continued to walk until they reached the hospital. He was allowed freedom from the abyss to serve out the rest of his time, but he had to help the midgardian in any way he could.
The ruler of the abyss told him if he failed he would be brought back to finish his time, so when he was drop back on Midgard he found himself at the sight of a wreck. It seemed like all the other people were escaping that were alive. He had glance the man name Stark lying on the ground. It was a good start, so he went to help him.
Now Loki sat in the room with Tony because he wouldn't leave Tony's side. Tony was really the only person he knew. He didn't know anything about Midgard and this was a disadvantage. Loki never trusted anyone and since he didn't know how Midgard worked he decided to stay with the man he saved. He also didn't know how to go about helping the mortals. Tony was a good start. He knew the mortal hated him but he wouldn't leave because it wasn't safe for him to wander Midgard. He had a limited amount of magic and what little he did went completely into hold his facade.
Tony woke up after a while and stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes. Then he notice that he wasn't alone and his guest was Loki. He was wary of the god that sat in the room with him. The god was sitting at the window staring out of it with a blank face. Tony was a bit freak out by the bland look but he kept a straight face. He broke the silence of the room. "Hey Buttercup."
Loki turned his attention to Tony very slowly and it reminded Tony of a serial killer. He vaguely wondered why the doctors and nurses even let the god into his room. He knew Loki helped him to the hospital but he didn't think the nurses would let him in the room. He didn't even know Loki but he guess the nurses might not know that.
"I need to speak with you and your friends. I am not here to cause problems. I am here to serve." Loki hated the words that came from his mouth. He didn't want to serve anyone, but he didn't want to go back to the abyss and he would do anything to prevent that.
Tony looked dumbfounded at the words and that was just the beginning of the story.
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