One Shots

Loki - Cages-Pt 1

A/N: I have a question for you guys. I started this story a while ago and haven't had time to continue it. I'm going to post what I have as a one-shot. Tell me if you think I should write more or make it a book of its own.

Loki

I lived in the tower with the Avengers, I wasn't one, I cleaned up after them. I took care of the tower. My father was one, Dr. Banner took me in when he found me one the streets after a natural disaster and my family was gone. I was too young to remember them. I was cleaning when I came upon a room I didn't know we had. I went in, assuming there was cleaning to be done. What I found instead horrified me. There was a glass cage, inside was a man chained and muzzled. His clothes were torn and he was covered in bruises. "Oh my god," I said dropping my stuff I was carrying. "What have they done to you?" I asked coming closer to him and he only backed away.

He didn't scare me; I was used to people being held here for SHEILD by Fury's orders. I was surprised at his state. Surely Fury didn't mean for him to be treated like this. Fury could be a jerk and a pain in the ass, but this, this had to be Odin's doing. This treatment, was wrong, how could anyone let this happen?

I could see the fear in his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful green, his long black hair tangled. How long had he been here? "I won't hurt you, I promise." Aggressive dogs were treated better. I felt so bad for him. "Oh, hun what have they done to you?"

"(Y/N)!" My name was shouted by Thor. I jumped, having been startled. Thor's normal non-shouting voice was loud. I turned to face him, backing into the cell that held the pale man with dark hair. "What are you doing in here? It's forbidden!" I wasn't aware of any room that was forbidden in the tower, JARVIS would have told me.

"Clearly it isn't, the door was unlocked and you're in here."

"Don't back talk (Y/N)," Thor replied. There he went acting like he was my dad or something. I was legally an adult; my parents if they were alive wouldn't be able to control me. Bruce was the closest thing I had to a father and he never tried to control me.

"Don't give me that shit about you being king, you aren't my king. I don't answer to you. Nor are you my father. Why the hell is he chained, muzzled, and caged like a dog?"

"You know what he did," Thor said. Again with New York, I had been there; I had been in the fight. There had been no place to hide.

"Two years ago, hasn't he helped rescue your girlfriend since then? Why the hell is he covered in bruises? His clothes are torn, what are you doing to him?" I was angry, "when's the last time he had food, water? Does he have a proper place to sleep? What about treatment for his wounds? The cuffs have cut into his skin, he's BLEEDING! The bruises have to be causing no small amount of pain." There was nothing in the room with him, just the chains holding him.

"He hasn't had any medical treatment," Thor replied.

"WHAT!" I shouted. I shoved the cleaning supplies into his arms while pulling the key off of him. I turned back to Loki, "I'll be back with some food and water, and something warmer for you to wear."

"You leave him alone," Thor said trying to grab a hold of me.

"Keep your hands off of me," I growled. Everyone knew better than to touch me if I didn't want it, my dad turned into the Hulk. If I was angry and upset then Hulk was angry and upset which meant something was going to be smashed. "I will do what's right, what's happening here isn't right."

I walked passed him and went to my room and gathered my first aid kit, some clean clothes that would fit him, some pain meds, and a hair brush. I then went to the kitchen and gathered some water bottles and I made some toast and I grabbed some fruit and juice cups, yogurt, crackers, cheese, and soup. I didn't know what he'd want or how long it had been since he had eaten.