AN: I'm quite a fan of Hurt!Loki so I it was only a matter of time before I wrote myself a fanfiction about it. First and foremost, I apologize for my writing. It can be quite choppy at times. Also, if you see any typos/spelling errors, please tell me. I probably didn't catch them all. IMPORTANT NOTE: In this verse, I've decided for the sake of my laziness that Loki is an Avenger, having been recruited after a couple battles with the original Avengers. I di this so I could be lazy and not have to write out a bunch of long boring chapters with the Avengers being wary of Loki and getting used to him and all that...
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Loki focused intently, seething. A torrent of swirling black clouds surrounded him in a pulsing aura of frustration. Not that it would do him any good, and he knew that. But he refused to accept it. These stubborn walls couldn't possibly hold him much longer, not with his power constantly beating against them.

They did.
This was Tony's fault. A "brilliant plan", he'd said, "They'd finally figure out what Omega was planning.." All he had to do was pretend to go traitor and create an alliance with Omega-a rising criminal syndicate-, just for a little while. Well, turns out that said organization had counted on them doing this so they could get to Loki. Or, more accurately, to get to Loki's magic.

There had been a brief introduction with Omega officials (if you could call them that) who had led Loki into quite the elaborate trap. And now he was stuck in this enchanted glass box listening to the hum of a machine as it slowly started moving. Needless to say, he was not happy.
Bright disks of florescent light began to spin. A opaque mixture of steam and gas began to flood the box. The last thing Loki saw before it obstructed his view was the arrogant grin resting upon the face of the Omega leader, Demni, who had suggested the treaty in the first place. After noting this, however, he had little time to ponder it. The wisps of the gas had already infested his lungs. Loki's breaths became shorter and less frequent. His vision grew fuzzy, and he could feelhis magic slowly draining. The machine seemed to sap more than just magic, as the trickster began to feel weak and lightheaded along with the emptiness that was steadily growing at a scarily fast rate.

But that was nothing compared to what happened next. The barely harnessed force hit him with it's full power. It tore at his very core, ripping the stores of magic within. It was unrefined, tearing flesh along with it's purpose. Loki's eyes were wide in pain as a stream of blood trickled down his chin.
The previously white mist had turned a deep black, toiling around it's victim. Loki shook against his bindings, his back arching in agony. His screams couldn't be heard over the wailing of the machine. Loki was completely defeated. His very life was being stolen from him. And there was nothing he could do.

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Thor, Tony, and Clint walked down the dark hallways. It was quiet, chillingly so. The Omega base was set within moist cave tunnels. They stayed together in a tight group, surveying every inch of the natural structure.
"I don't like this, guys. There's no one here. We should have met at least five patrols by now, and we haven't seen Loki at all. He was supposed to meet up with us." Tony whispered, breaking the silence.

The other voiced their agreement. Thor ran a hand along the wall, "Somethin' is not right about this, friends. I believe we may have found this "Project" that Omega has been cultivating. And it does not bode well."

They turned the corner and instantly pulled back in surprise as they saw a large room that was flashing rather suspiciously. Clint took a few steps forward, bow raised. Tony and Thor soon followed. He cracked the security code and watched the door open with a resounding hiss. And nothing would've prepared him for the tortuous sight within.

Luckily, he didn't have to be prepared. Thor pushed past him, a fiery rage in his eyes. He stormed the room, furious at what he saw inside. The room depicted a scene or torment. Soldiers stood working on various blinking panels. A glass box shimmered with power, but it didn't keep Tony form witnessing the sight within.
Loki lay bound by gleaming bands of metal. The pulsing electricity seemed to be wrenching something deep in him. Blood was pooling on his chest and dripping down the side of his mouth.

"LOKI!"

Thor bellowed, then charged the few men in the chamber. Mjolnir made short work of them all, smashing bone and crunching heads. Rage still evident on his face, he turned to see the last one, Demni, sneaking away. The thunder god began to make chase, but the man suddenly lit up with a flash of light and disappeared. His priorty changed, Thor made a beeline for his younger brother.
Tony and Clint felt a little useless at the moment and found the controls to switch the machine off one lever at a time. Before long, the hum dissipated and the door to the box unlocked. An expression of relief washed over Loki's face as the machine shut off.

It had been unbearable, the pain. It had engulfed all of his senses, leaving only the feeling of everything being taken from him. Of the strange force stealing nearly all that he held precious. And now, finally, the agony relented. The primal pullwas gone, leaving Loki drained and broken. He still sported many lethal wounds, but the pain from these was only a slight annoyance compared to the earlier torture.
He heard someone coming. He could already feel the oppressing push of exhaustion. His eyes barely slits, he saw a familiar face obstruct his vision. Blue eyes were laced with concern as they moved closer. He was saying something, but Loki couldn't make it out. It was all growing too fuzzy, and he was just so tired...He only had time for one last thought before unconsciousness claimed his mind.

Brother?
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AN: And there it is! I do have the next to chapters already written (I just need to type them) so I shouldn't take me too long to get those posted. And review! Please? Reviews are the fuel for this story, so the more reviews the more story! (Okay, that's a lie. It's mostly fueled on my love for Loki and angst-preferably together-. But reviews still make me type faster!)