A Spiders New Life. A Spiderman fanfiction.

Nightmares Always Have An End

Who knew a god could get worn out? After despretly struggling to deal with young avengers that just would not shut up, Loki learned this. He didn't know what exhaustion felt like, not realy. But combining the stress, tension, fear, guilt, and babysitting, he was ready to pass out. He didn't know how the mortals did it. Going for a week at times on only this discussing substance they referred to as coffee. Before he knew it, he had sat on the couch after the infants managed to be put down for rest. And he had fallen into a dream. He fell on his side and took up two and a half cushions since his feet were still hanging off the couch. He started out in peaceful darkness, nothing around in his head on there than the relaxation of sleep. But then it started.

Loki had been walking through the forest, alone, mumbling. His father had lead him up to the moment when he would be crowned, only to rip the dream away. If he had merely explained ages ago how the system worked, the fight they just had could have been avoided. If he had simply said that the eldest got the throne unless he passed or was deemed by the current ruler unfit for the task, Loki would have been curious, but would have excepted it peacefully. 
"Fine, if he is going to be so awful about it, than let it be that way. He could at least Apologize for keeping me in he dark like that!" Loki sighed, letting out a low growl as he spoke his last sentence. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He could still step in when his brother fought, and that was alright. Best he could do he supposed. He was about to call for Heimdall to bring him back, when a yellow gas and a sickening stench hit the air. Loki knew the realms well, and this was not a natural occurunce. Before he could use his magic and get away, he was hit in the back with something that released a large electrical charge. He let out a yelp and fell to his knees. What was happening!? As the shock subsided, he breathed deeply to calm himself, choking on the smoke. He was starting to feel so light headed. He managed to shakily stand, useing his staff for support. He had to get out.
"Heimdall! I need help! Bring me back!" Loki yelled at the top of his lungs. He was only shot again in the chest, a small tablet attaching to his armor and glowing blue before releasing another, stronger charge. This once again brought the now screaming god to his knees. As he breathed in more of the sickening yellow gas, he slowly passed out, the last thing he saw was a large squadron of men rushing over and takeing his staff.

Hours later, Loki awoke on a table with some kind of enchanted shackles with glowing gold and blue symbols on them. He was groggy and his chest hurt, but he was otherwise ok. He was alone, so he tried to call his staff -that was leaning againsed the wall on the other side of the room- to him, failing and getting a shock to the neck. Is that... is that a collar!? Just as Loki was about to start cursing, a group of people walked in, all in black lab coats that had a symbol similar to a creature of folk lore, a hydra. He growled, deep and low, at his captors.
"Release me you muling quim. You do not want to face the wrath of a god." Loki said in a growl, voice low and threatening. One man -tall and mildly terrifying- stepped forward and laughed in the most evil tone Loki had ever heard.
"Perhaps not, but we do want to use this so called wrath. Begin the procedure men. Oh, and Loki? Welcome to Hydra. When one head falls, two more shall take its place." The man said, grinning evily down at his captive. Loki furrowed his brows in a confused way, eyes widening when someone came up to him with a large worm like creature in his hands. When a few people came to clamp down his head, he fought, but in his weakened state, he didn't stand a chance. A large bar of metal was placed over his forehead to hold him still and the man touched a spot on the worm. The metal creature buzzed to life and started wiggling. They brought it over and held it by one end over his head. Loki's heart started beating quickly as he fought to hide his panick. He failed though, his eyes were wide and darting around. He struggled madly, pushing and shoving. The only thing that gained him was a sharp shock and a painful cry. Several people held his jaw open and the worm was lowered slowly, painstakingly, into his mouth. Loki screeched as the... the thing wormed it's way down his throught and through his body to sit heavily in his stomach, causing loki to scream and tear up a little the entire time.

Loki gasped as he shot up on the couch in a cold sweat and panick in his eyes. After realizing he could actually move, he looked around and then patted his chest down, ensuring he was unharmed. His breathing slowly calmed and he flopped back in relief,  the panick leaving his features. He shut his eyes tightly and covered his face with his hands, trying to collect himself. He didn't notice the two remaining adult avengers watching him curiously from another couch.
"Woah, what was that?" Tony asked, supprized. Loki jumped in suprize and looked over with wide eyes, letting out a breath when he saw it was only he avengers and not some mad doctors. Bruce noticed the god's hands were shaking.
"You're shaking. What was it?" Bruce pointed out. He didn't care who this was, only that his doctor side had kicked in.
"It... it was nothing. No need to worry." Loki gulped, closing his eyes.
"That is bull and you know it." Tony stated.
"Come on, Loki. Talk. Not like we're gonna judge." Bruce stated, not believing why he was trying to help. Fury had left a while ago, Loki was happy about that. The guy creeper him out and reminded him of the mad doctors with his coat.
"No, realy. I-I'm fine." Loki stuttered, not used to the worried look Bruce was giving him.
"Seriously, Loki, just tell us. That looked alot like a nightmare and I want to know what could freak out a god." Tony said seriously, leaning back and putting his arm up on the back of the couch. He shifted uncomfortably under the stares of the two men, looking alot like a child with his parents looking at him and waiting for an answer he didn't want to give. He gave them a small, pleading look before sighing and giving in.
"Just a memory." He said quietly, avoiding eye contact with the men. Bruce groaned.
"Come on, Loki. Elaborate. You clearly need to let it out, so just do it." Bruce said in a supprizeingly kind voice. Loki looked up at him, supprized to hear such a kind tone. He flashed a short, greatful glance before proceeding to tell his dream down to the detail. He felt strange, telling something like this. It had been years. He pushed his emotions down as best he could, not looking anyone in the eye as he spoke and discretely holding the hem of his shirt tightly. He didn't catch any of the looks he was given. When he was done, he didn't bother to look up, knowing the mocking looks he would get. So he was shocked when he felt a gental hand on his sholder, causing him to see the first reassuring smile he had seen since his mother died. It was... confusing. But all and all, it was oddly relieving.
"Sorry. Sorry to waste your time, but thank you for listening to my whining. It is much appreciated." Loki said in that same quiet voice that would never seem to fit him. Even to the two avengers, he looked like a scared, broken, and upset child. It was strange to see.
"No problem. Anyway, you were out for a wile, it should only be twelve hours until you can get everyone together again. But be quiet. They just got back to sleep before you woke up." Bruce nodded. Oh, right. He was only here to fix at least one wrong. He had almost forgotten. He clearly his throat quickly before speaking.
"Yes, of corce."