you_have_heart | Closed RP w/ Bruce

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Closed RP w/ Bruce

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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"That is Doctor Banner. Doctor, this is Chloe. She's been separated from her parents so she was showing me this show of small horses-"

"My Little Pony!"

"-yes, that, until we were able to find a way to locate them."

Loki kept his face in a false smile. Enough to not alarm Chole, but he was clearly not putting effort into it.

"...Chloe, how about we call the front desk to locate your parents?" Bruce said, to which she nodded eagerly. He picked up the phone and called down there, telling them what was happening. He told them their room number and asked someone to come help.

He looked back to Loki wondering why Loki was helping this child at all. It seemed... like it was everything the god wasn't.

Loki was back to watching the show with Chloe. By the end of the episode a clerk came to pick her up and take her down to find her parents.

The television remained on, the next episode in the apparent marathon of ponies. Loki said nothing, but instead settled in to watch the next episode.

And Loki was still watching ponies. Bruce boggled a little at that, shutting the door and looking over th god. "...Why did you help her?"

The small Midgardian picture box was interesting. ~~And the blue pony with the rainbow mark was rather cool~~

"She was crying. It was annoying." It really wasn't annoying, but he did hate the sound of children crying.

A long look told Loki that Bruce didn't exactly buy that statement. "I told you to stay in here. You could hear here from in here?" Brow up.

"She was sitting just by the door. I did not even leave the room." Oh, there was singing in this episode!

Loki was smiling like maybe he was enjoying what he was watching. It blew Bruce's mind, just a little. Why did he help a child? If she was annoying, why not just tell her to stop crying and shut the door? Did... Loki actually want to help her?

Bruce sat down on the other bed, watching Loki's expression and trying to figure the god out even a little. Crazy as a bag of cats indeed.

"Did no one ever inform you that staring is rude?"

Bruce's constant gaze was distracting him from the episode, and it was most annoying, especially when he was so intrigued by this 'Discord' creature.

That got a snort from Bruce. "You're sitting there watching a children's television show about magical ponies. It's a little out of the ordinary for most people, in particular you."

"And suddenly you know what is 'normal' for me?"

"Did I say normal? No. I said out of the ordinary. You don't seem much the type to sit around watching TV, specially magical pony shows. Then again, you're insane."

"What else am I to do? You will not allow me to leave the room." At least he was distracted by the show or a sense of claustrophobia might have started to set in.

"The point is that you're supposed to be healing up, not running around. Then... I'll need to figure out what I want to do with you." He couldn't forgive what Loki had done, killing those innocent people, any more than he could forgive himself for having done the same.

"Yes, what are you going to 'do with me'? I know you will not turn me loose." Loki knew that Bruce would not let him go out on his own. For all his talk of how he could disappear in a world this large, start a new life, he knew the other would never let him out of his sight.

And he really couldn't blame him.

"I don't know, yet. When I decide, I'll let you know." Bruce slid a hand back through his hair, knowing it was admitting he had no idea what to do with Loki. In reality, he was torn between telling Tony that Loki was here and letting the decision pass to someone else or just calling SHIELD himself and telling them he would let the Other Guy out if they decided to hand Loki back to Asgard.

"I suggest you act quickly. I grow bored quiet easily." The entire time he never took his eyes off of the television partially because he was very interested in this show, partially because he did not want to look at the other. He did not want to see what was going on behind the man's eyes.

"So does the Other Guy," Bruce said quietly, a threat returned with a threat.

"By all means, release the beast."

"Then this little farce could be done with." The second sentence was a low mutter. Loki was not even sure Bruce could hear him.

"How about 'no'?" Bruce rolled his eyes yet again, even as he felt the Other Guy flare up just for a moment at the idea. He wanted to turn Loki back into a badly used doggie play toy and possibly finish the job he started.

But even as Bruce started to get up as he heard a knock, all hell broke loose. The glass that made up the windows that took up most of one wall shattered inward at incredible force, slicing material and skin and embedding where it would. Bruce caught more of it in the back than anywhere else from his timing, falling forward onto the other bed and thus Loki even as dark figures swarmed in through the shattered windows.

Loki saw the figures just before they burst through the window. He was able to shield his face from much of the blast, but as the expense of his arms. Blinded with pain from the shards of glass embedded in them, he looked up just in time to see the Chitauri fire something at both him and Bruce.

The world went black.

When Bruce woke, it was far from a good waking. Instead it was more like waking from the dead and his body was rejecting every second of it. He convulsed on the floor of the room he was in, dry heaving painfully. When he tried to look around he saw only darkness, even as tears built in his eyes as a side effect of his body's distress.

Whatever was in his system was not meant to be there.

It must have been a very strong sedative to knock him out, Loki mused as he groggily came around. Even after his eyes were open, he could not see anything; the room was pitch black. His abdomine began cramping up as he stood. He was chained to the wall he used to support himself. Noises of someone heaving reached his ears.

"Hello?" It was a trick. A trap. They said they would come for him and they had.

Bruce jerked as he heard a voice, lifting his head for a moment before the world swam violently. He couldn't think straight, as if all of his thoughts were wrapped in wads of cotton and very far away. The voice sounded familiar, so he made a little sound in return.

It sounded like Bruce, but Loki would not be surprised if that was a trick as well. He moved as best he could towards the sound. The darkness and loneliness weighed heavy on him and he felt that all he needed was contact, even if it was from a supposed enemy.

An enemy who had taken him in, healed his wounds, and then showed genuine concern in him of course. But an enemy nonetheless.

"Doctor?"

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