One More Time

The Dream

A touch of Angst~~~ ;D
Possible triggers and swearing

Peter and Loki finally made it back to the compound. After entering a couple of passcodes, they were in the living quarters. Peter brought Loki back to his room. The sun was setting. "Um, I have to get home, otherwise my aunts gonna kill me." Peter explained with a shrug. Loki gave an emotionless nod. The two glanced at each other, until Peter turned around and left.

Loki stood there for awhile, until walking over and sitting on the bed. Loki shook his head and muttered something about Peter. There weren't any other clothes, so Loki lay down in what he was already wearing. After awhile of staring at the ceiling, he gave up and sat up. There wasn't anything exciting in the room, there was a white bed, all of the walls grey. A white desk against the wall next to him, with a black swivel chair, and some drawers connected to the bed. There was a bathroom connected with a toilet, sink, shower and cabinet. Boring.

Loki sighed. He sat down on the floor and opened the drawers. Inside there were more of the same clothes he was already wearing. Loki still changed, and looked into the drawer again. What he saw gave Loki a smile; black combat boots. "Yes!" Loki exclaimed. He had taken off his chest piece from the training room somewhere along the line, but not the now torn and broken boots. Now he changed those shoes with the new ones, tying them up. Then he decided to explore the bathroom.

Loki pulled back the crimson red shower curtain (the only speck of color) and looked at the small shower. Then he turned around and opened the cabinets underneath the sink, avoiding looking at the mirror. Inside of the cabinet was a toothbrush, toothpaste, a brush, and a small razor. Loki picked the blade up, and walked back to the bedroom. He sat down on the floor, and fiddled with the blade. After some time passed, he started to carve into the paint of the walls. It didn't leave a hole, but because of the shadows you could see the little designs Loki was making. Minutes turned into hours, and Loki was creating more and more patterns, with much attention to detail. At some time he had climbed onto the bed and was making patterns above the bedpost. This went on for a while, until his eyes became heavy. Slowly he began sinking lower and lower, until he finally fell asleep.

Dreams, they started off pleasant enough. Loki sitting in an empty void, different designs floating through the air like he was drawing on the walls. Loki stood up, and realized that the floor was wet. Something flashed through his head, an older man with paint on his face. The sudden memory caught Loki off guard and he fell into the once shallow water, though he was now plunging deeper and deeper into what seemed like an ocean. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by Odin. "No, Loki." And suddenly he was forcefully being pushed up until he was above the surface once more. But what was once an empty void was now a rock surrounded by stars. A man, much bigger walked forward, though he didn't come out of the shadows. "Quite disrespectful. You'll have to listen better, young one." Someone came behind him and dragged a sharpened rock down Loki's arms. Loki couldn't move, couldn't speak, but could still feel the pain of his arms being cut. This reality seemed to be colliding with another one, Loki was being split between the two, flashes of each in his eyes. He was on a ship. The man was back, but his face was much more visible. He was purple, with cruel eyes. Loki was being lifted by his neck. "You should choose your words more carefully." The man said, his voice grizzly. Loki was struggling, suddenly being brought back to the previous setting. The dagger was being dragged down his arms. "Quite disrespectful. You'll have to listen better, young one." He felt his blood trickling down his arms. "You should choose your words more carefully." Loki was back on the ship, being strangled with someone still cutting his arms. The two universe collided. He saw himself, holding Odin. And then he saw Frigga, dead. Thor was looking at him, and it was all to much, to much until he heard a snap.

Loki jolted up so fast that he fell out of bed, hitting his head and landing flat on his face. He laid there until he could think again, and sat up. Loki's lip was busted, so he went to the bathroom to try and stop the bleeding. When Loki saw the mirror, he sighed. "Shit." He muttered, leaning into the mirror. His lower lip was still bleeding, blood now starting to trickle down his chin. But what caught his attention was his neck. It was bruised. Loki put his hands up to feel it, his neck was freezing. Who else could've been in here? Loki thought. There was no one. Maybe I...? But how could he have done that? Doesn't matter.

"No way I'm going back to sleep." Loki whispered. He walked over and sat on the swivel chair. He pushed his feet off the wall and rolled across the room. Then he leaned back until the feet of the chair were off the ground. Loki kept leaning back, until the chair fell over. Loki moaned and rolled over. "Damn chair." He tried to stand up, but the second he did Loki was greeted by the purple man from his nightmares again. He tripped over his feet and fell back on the chair. Loki held his head and groaned. He decided against standing up again, and risking another fall. Hopefully there weren't cameras, otherwise Loki was sure he looked like an idiot.

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Peter was gone the whole day, which wasn't like him. School was off for winter break, and usually on that first day he would stay home and just watch old shows while eating cereal. Unfortunately, as a celebration for school being off Peter thought it best to go on the Empire State Building and do a flip, catching himself with his webs. It did not go like that. He flipped, shot a web, and being disoriented, crashed into the wall, breaking his arm.

That was the most terrified Peter had ever been. If May found out, he was dead. No more Spider-Man. So, not thinking things through, thought it best to go to the compound. There were medical supplies and he would be able to fix his arm and tell May that it was just a small sprain, as long as Peter avoided Mr. Stark. He was in the clear, finally getting to the medical wing. The only problem was that he didn't know how to properly wrap up an arm, and then he heard a voice, it was Loki. Of course, Peter didn't immediately recognize the god, but his Peter tingles were going crazy. Upon finding out that kid with black hair was Loki, well, that was a surprise. Not a good one. Especially since he kinda thought the person wrapping his arm was cute...

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Clint was pissed. No, beyond pissed. Clint didn't care if Loki was a kid, he still took over his mind. Violated him. That fucking asshole wouldn't get off so easily. Clint hated the fact that Loki had no doubt tricked Thor and remembered everything. Cause that's what people like him did. They didn't learn, and they hurt people. Even there own brothers. The moment the three left, Clint stood up.

"Why the fuck should we be housing him, or even helping him." Clint spat, venom in his voice.

"I can assure you, my brother will do no harm." Thor replied, smiling.

"That shit still fucked up my head. I had no choice but to give up all of my personal memories to that sick, sadistic creature. There is no fucking way I'll be any part in helping him." Which brought silence to the group. Clint hadn't said what Loki did to him, only Natasha knew. But it took long enough. Everything he had told her, years and years ago, Loki knew. Every secret, he knew. Clint didn't want to share anything else unless he ha to, which Nat respected. Finally, months after New York, Clint had come to her, spilled every messed up thing that had happened. How Loki had torn up Clints mind until every part of him was exposed, and how Clint had to relive everything. He remembered parts of the attack, killing people, how he longed to stop but couldn't. No, that monster - Loki - would not be getting any help from Clint.

Ha ha, fun. I was really tempted to name this chapter "the mighty fall" because of all of the falling-and I really like that song- and my sense of humor isn't the greatest- it would also send mixed messages to anyone who did know the song or music video. ANYWAY *DEMONIC VOICE* IF YOU THOUGH THAT CHAPTER WAS EVEN SLIGHTLY SAD BE PREPARED BECAUSE IT ONLY GOES DOWNHILL FROM THERE