Kept Behind Enemy Lines

C H A P T E R T W E L V E

"How long do you intend to keep a comatose teenager here Tony? When there is a chance of waking him up?" Bruce tried to make him see reason. He saw Tony hesitate.

"Still no."

"To bad. Your out-voted." Steve said.

"Don't expect me to play nice."

"Nobody expected that of you in the first place." Clint muttered. "I sure as hell ain't."

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Nobody would stop glaring. The tension was overbearingly obvious. It was as if somebody moved another would shoot on instinct. The weight of the world seemed to settle on their shoulders, suffocating them. This was their enemy. The very being that launched an alien attack in New York. Said attack had killed many residents. Even now, they were still fixing buildings and bodies, hearts and minds.

"Guys come on, this is ridiculous. He can't use his magic without permission and he's utterly unarmed." Bruce stated as he stared at the first enemy of the Avengers.

"Doesn't make a difference. He can heal the kid then get the fuck out of here." Tony glared, a raging fire in his eyes.

"Who's she?" Steve nodded his head in the direction of the female that had accompanied Thor and Loki back from Asgard.

"This is Freydis. She's here to unseal and reseal Loki's magic."

"Right. Well then, let's get this over with. Stark?" A grumbling Tony lead them to the room of the teen.

"Well. Do your magic tricks quickly so you can get the fuck out of my home." Tony spat.

"Do not hurry me puny midgardian." Loki snarled in return. He looked at the boy lying down in crisp white sheets. "You say he's touched my sceptre."

"Indeed, brother."

"My magic, of you would." Loki said to Freydis.

"Any suspicious moves and it will be gone just as quick." Was all she said before chanting something under her breath.

Loki took a deep breath at the sudden influx of power. Yes. This was what he had missed. It felt amazing to feel the thrum of power through his veins. It was his. It felt right -healthy- to have his seidr back.

Loki placed one of his scarred hands on Percy's forehead a let his magic flow. He was a little rusty, but it barely hindered him. He felt himself being sucked into the teenagers mind, memories that weren't his swarming him.

A blonde haired girl. An older woman. A home. The sea.

Loki shook his head.

Focus.

Finally he reached the walls that blocked Percy's mind. They rose tall and forbidding. Black marble with barely a crack.

But wait. It was crumbling, just slightly. It was the sight of a mind deteriorating.

Loki focused his seidr on that point and slowly, but surely out a big enough breach in it that he could get through.

The boy's mind was a maze. But finally he came to a long row of jail cells. He could hear whimpering coming from the one to the far right.

Found you.

Loki entered the cell.

He chuckled darkly at the sight that confronted him. "How ironic. You're being tortured by yourself."

The real Percy hung limp in his chains. He raised a weary head to stare at the new intruder. He couldn't see properly from the blood and sweat running into his eyes. He could at least make out enough to see the intruder snap Soldier's neck with ease.

Percy's hopes spiked. He swallowed as best he could with his dry mouth.

"Who... Are you?" He rasped.

"None of your concern right now. The persistent bastard is getting back up." True to his word, Soldier's neck, which had previously been in reverse was slowly turning to its usual position. Eyes wide open, the bones cracking as the turned back into place. Percy winced.

The strange visitor quickly approached Percy, unhooking his chains and breaking open the locks. The man was suspiciously good at it. Percy dropped forwards into the man's waiting arms. The man hooked one of his arms under Percy's legs and carried him out of the cell. Soldier was only just getting up onto his feet, a hideous snarl etched into his face.

The barred door was closed with a slam. Percy would have flinched, had he not been to tired to do so. A key appeared in front of his face. It was an intricate design, created from a stem of silver engraved into gold.

"I believe you should be the one to lock away your demons." The man said sincerely, staring down at him intently.

With shaking hands Percy's took the key.

Lock away your demons. Could he really do that? Could he really shut off what had become a greater part of his life?

Freedom. Would this be his chance? His chance to say; "goodbye imprisonment, hello freedom"? It all felt so surreal.

Just as Soldier's blood crusted fingers wrapped around the cell bars, Percy turned the key in the lock and the man carried him away. Percy tuned himself out from Soldier's screams of fury. His list of dammed insults.

Freedom.

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Hey hey hey! So this Loki, I want to try make him like the Marvel Loki and the Magnus Chase Loki. I also just realised how much I use words with "ridiculous" in them. Trying to cut back on that.

Lemme know what you thought, always open to suggestions.

Also, since I have three chapters already written I'm going to update a day early.

Peace

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