Closed RP w/ Bruce

[you_have_heart]

Pain. Pain and loss, these were the only thing Loki was registering. The All-Father had thought he was taking pity on his adopted son when he stripped him of his magic and cast him here, many Aesir agreed. Many agreed and thought it was to lenient of the All-Father. So to appease them he had ordered his mouth sewn shut. Only an act of pure mercy and compassion could remove them. He had not been stripped of his voice, but any vocalization vibrated the strings and caused him more pain.

Some thought it was still to merciful, even as he lay on the floor of the grand hall, humiliated and bleeding, but the All-Father did no more before casting him back down to Earth.

So there he lay, in a dark, dirty alley somewhere in a large city, still in pain and bleeding, wondering when a mortal would come by, realize who he was, and kill him on the spot. The All-Father thought to teach his younger son the same lesson his older had learned among the mortals but he knew different. He would either be killed on sight or found by SHIELD.

At this point he didn't know which he preferred.

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[aggravated]

It was possibly the last person Loki would want to find him as he bled into the dirt and debris of the alley of Midgard. In fact, what caused that mortal to look down the alley, he would never know. Maybe it was a glint of metal, a shift of movement, or fate. All Bruce knew was something did catch his eye, and he looked, and saw a crumpled figure of a body laying on the ground.

He stopped in the mouth of the alley, hesitating there. The snow was starting to fall heavy and he was aching with the cold; his bones had the heat of Calcutta soaked into them and the cold was leeching the sorely missed warmth away. He pulled his coat around him a little tighter, studying the figure. A bum, surely, or a druggie or drunken sap sleeping off their addiction of choice.

It was the glint of light on liquid that made him walk down the alley even as his mind said he should turn away, but his heart said he was a doctor first before anything else.

The last thing he expected as he knelt beside the figure, a hand reaching out to see if they were conscious, was to recognize the man.

"Loki...!"

[aggravated]

When Loki woke again, Bruce was nearby. He was tucked up on the other bed, hair messy around his forehead, in another set of clothing. In his hands was a tablet, fingers gliding over it as he worked. It had only been luck that he happened to be on a hiatus from the Tower when Loki fell to Earth, so Tony wasn't expecting him around.