Topsy-Turvy (sequel to Hidden Beauty)

Think About It

Loki POV

Kill him.

My mind screamed. My wounded soul cried out just one word as I rushed out of the room.

Kill him.

The abortion was not a normal one and according to Eir, Rose had received heavy blows that had led to the... My throat tightened painfully... I am damn sure, that son of a bitch would know about the blows very well.

Someone called out my name. Or maybe it was more than one person but I was already turning round the corridor, heading for the cell, fingers twitching as green sparks danced around them.

"Loki stop!"

But I couldn't.

Neither my body nor my mind was in my control anymore. My legs increased their pace, practically running to reach the room.

I would end him today and I'm gonna take my sweet time peeling his flesh off the bones and hear him scream and beg for mercy which he would never get. I'm gonna heal him and then burn him and heal him again-

"I said stop!" My plans were put to an end when someone tackled me down on the floor.

"Get off me!" I growled, trying to shake off Thor from my back but he tightened the hold around my arms, pinning them to the ground beside my face planted, disgracefully on the floor. "I'm gonna stab you to death you obnoxious moron!"

"You won't kill him Loki. That's an order." Tony's face came to view as he leaned down. "And I'm not talking about Thor."

I tried again to get up but the oaf was fuckin heavy.

"You don't know what's going through me Tony." I sneered, mustering enough venom in my voice that he flinched. "You don't know what it's like to dream of something only to lose it the next second." I hated how pathetic I sounded. "That bloody bastard killed my child! You didn't lose a child!"

"Just five minutes before I was about to lose one!" Tony snapped. "Don't tell me that I don't know! Don't think that I don't want to burn that swine right now!" His red rimmed eyes flashed. "You are not the only one suffering. The girl who was carrying the child inside her is the one suffering the most."

"And don't you dare to forget that how much I would have loved a nephew or niece Loki! Don't dare to deny that the news isn't hurting me too!" I heard tears in Thor's voice. "I love my sister as much as I love you and mother, you fool!"

"Belle matters to us Loki... So much that it's killing us that inspite of being the heroes," Clint sighed shakily, eyes brimming. "We couldn't keep the baby of our team safe. It hurts boy... trust me, it really does."

"Then what's holding you back brother, huh?" I bared my teeth, craning my head up and glared up at Tony and Clint. "If you guys love her then why are you stopping me? Or...are you scared Barton that Fury won't like it? That SHIELD won't appreciate it, huh Tony?"

To my satisfaction, their gazes turned hard.

"Thor, get up." Tony said, not looking away from me. The weight was gone and I was back on my feet, glaring right back at Tony. I thought I had Stark by his balls but his next words were a slap to my stupidity.

"It's the sole right of kid to decide what should be done with him." Tony clipped coldly. "She can boil him or fry him or rip him to ribbons and I promise you Loki," he slapped a hand on my shoulder. "I won't allow anyone to take away that right from my daughter. She would have her revenge."

I went blank in mind, unable to come up with a retort cause I knew, Tony was correct. After a moment, I swallowed hard, looking away. "I... I didn't think about it."