DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Avengers. Or Thor... If I did then Loki wouldn't be evil! Anyway. This will contain. A LOT of whump. Loki whump to be exact. It features all of the Avengers and of course, Loki. First person point of view. Pay attention to the headings say whose point of view it is. Rated for violence, more violence, and innuendo of rape. If you think it needs a higher/lower rating then tell me. I'm bad at selecting ratings. If you read please review! Not for the squeamish! Time to continue! note... I have not yet watched the Avengers... but I cheated and read a bunch of fanfictions... and felt like writing my own! xD

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LOKI POV

I woke to a burst of pain and began coughing, choking and gasping for air, eyes wide with shock and panic. My ribs were burning and the welts from the whipping earlier reopened and bled. I couldn't see a thing. I realized the gag was gone but probably only because the creature wanted to hear me scream. So I bit my tongue and only proceeded to almost bite it off when something smashed into the same part of my ribs. An agonized cry died in my throat as something shifted in my side and I could almost envision my ribs, broken and digging into skin and organs.

Time blurred.

My entire body felt like t was on fire on the outside and being put through a food processor on the inside. New pains hardly registered. Vaguely, I noticed that my dislocated shoulder and its arm were completely numb. Good. Less pain. I focused on it.

A blow to my jaw stunned me. My moth was already filled with blood. I coughed and heaved, feeling as though I was drowning.

After several minutes I realized that everything had stopped. I lay with my eyes shut until I heard the rattling of chains. Pain lanced through the only arm and shoulder I could feel and I was being lifted off my feet. I whimpered as my legs straightened and hung. That pain was different. It wasn't like the broken bones, bruised bones, fractured bones, and everything else that hurt. This was inside. Deep inside.

The lights turned on and I no longer had the strength to flinch away. I just closed my eyes until I could stare dully at the floor. The whip found the flesh where my broken bones were. The pain was so distant I was hardly aware of it. My eyes drifted shut as it went on and on and on. The occasional whimper escaped my throat if it hit an exceptionally bad area, but other than that I did nothing. Eventually, that too came to a halt. A rough hand grabbed my jaw and I stared into the masked face. The eyes behind it were brown. Unfamiliar. He slapped me when my eyes were beginning to close again.

"Stay awake, brat. You killed my daughter. My little girl. And the little girls and boys of many others..." There was a moment of silence. "If you survive this... remember that," the voice hissed.

Pain swept through my skull and head so strung that I thought I was dying. My entire body bucked and I absolutely shrieked in agony until my voice died and silent screams came from me. It took my brain some time to process what had just happened. The chains became slack and I hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, unable to move. Dry heaves overwhelmed me until I got some wits back. I was alone in the room. The man had stabbed me in the ear, piercing my ear drum and the skin and flesh and cartilage to the point I thought it had exploded. Nausea swirled around me. I could hear nothing from the stabbed ear and ringing in the other - probably from pain and exhaustion and shock.

Shock. The funny human reaction to physical and/or emotional trauma.

I closed my eyes and shuddered and shivering,feeling the world swirl around me. I was unbalanced. The spinning made me dry heave again. I groaned in pain. Event he ground was shaking. I opened my eyes, lying in a pool of my own blood and what remained of the fluids from the other man. I wanted to cry. I could not, couldn't I? I was alone and there was no reason not to anymore.

The door opened. Leave me alone, I thought, wanting to shut him out. But it wasn't him that stood there.

Thor!

My brother stood in shock and stared down at me with the most horrified expression I had ever seen. It would have,at one point, been funny. But as of no I was frozen between fear and happiness. What was he doing here?But as of now I was frozen between fear and happiness. What was he doing here? Was he going to help me, or was he behind all of this? No, he couldn't be, with such an expression on his face. I wondered for a moment if the shock was making me hallucinate.

"Brother," Thor whispered. I could hardly hear him through the ringing in my good ear. It was like a muffled breath of wind. I felt unable to respond.

He knelt down beside me and I struggled to keep my eyes open as the room misted and rolled around me. Vertigo. Ears were a major part of the human's process to keep their balance. I wouldn't be walking out of here. Heck, I wouldn't have tried. I didn't dare, with my lower body aching the way it was.

I felt Thor remove the chains from around my wrists and saw the gush of blood down my arms. It had chafed all the way through, maybe, I thought, to the bone. My brother's gaze hardened.

"You're alright, I've got you," he said, beginning to lift me from the ground in a bridal carry. It hurt. I flinched away from his touch but couldn't protest. Couldn't tell him why. Eventually the fear fell away and I let myself lay completely limp in his arms. Any bit of movement was jarring. He was carrying me slowly out of the room. In the hallway I was almost surprised to see the rest of the Avengers in full gear. The masked man was with them, a prisoner. The ringing in my ear was gradually lessening. The other one was a constant explosion of flying glass and nails.

"Holy..." Stark muttered aloud a lift of profanities when he saw us. I saw in confusion as the rest of them stopped dead in shock. Captain America looks faintly like he was about to throw up. The faces on the rest - if he could see them - were similar. Bruce Banner began to get a little green and his eyes flared. He had to turn quickly and walk in the other direction to try and calm down.

Why? I wondered.

I was even more surprised and caught between relief and guilt when Clint - Hawkeye - drove an arrow into the unknown man's brain. It had been revenge for the man. I had been responsible for his daughter's death. But none of the Avenger's seemed the least bit bothered by the fat they had just killed a human citizen in cold blood. In fact, they looked rather pleased.

I tried to continue to focus but I knew very well that my consciousness was coming to an end. It was a combination of the blood loss and pain and confusion.

By the time they had met up with the rest of the Avengers I was swirling in and out of consciousness and could barely hear. Before I completely passed out, I heard my brother say a few mumbled words.

"beaten... raped."

CLINT POV

It felt immense satisfaction as the monster hit the ground dead, blood spraying across the floor. One look at my enemy - my former enemy - had sent me right of the edge.

The screech we had arrived to before was like nothing any of us had ever heard of. It was so full of pain and despair that it seemed almost animal-like, yet it was just personal enough to be human. Thor had moved like a bull. The rest of us were frozen for a little while. Then I turned just in time to see someone trying to dodge around the corner. My arrow hit the man's leg before he could completely now he was dead, though perhaps too swiftly for what he had done.

Loki had never looked so scrawny before. He had never been particularly "big", but now he looked like he had been dragged into hell and back. Twice. He was a mess of blood. His eyes were dead and unfocused, and one ear was dripping with blood. His black hair was ratty and unkempt, spiky with drying blood from god knows where. The clothing over his entire torso was torn and hanging in rags off of him. The colour was lost in endless spatters of blood. One arm was dislocated. Hands were pale, bordering on the blue side, as though circulation had just begun in them. I could see white bones in the cuts where a rope of chain had bound him. I thought I was going to be sick. His lower body was also scarred and slashed. What I noticed immediately was that the jeans, especially in his crotch area, were red with dried blood. My vision swam. I wished I hadn't killed the man. I wish I had tied him up and skinned him alive. This was...

I feared to get closer. I saw his eyes drifting shut and hoped he would pass out so he didn't have to feel. The look in Thor's eyes was so frightening that I was almost sure I was going to puke. I knew part of what had happened. But it made it real when Thor said the word "raped".

Unable to take it any further, I staggered to one side and threw up over the shiny floors. I leaned against the wall and waited for most of the nausea to subside. When I turned back I saw that the Captain had followed my example.

"My tower, Thor. It has a medical bay..." Stark said. Thor didn't need to be told twice.

I felt hesitant to go back. Not yet. I needed to see some thing first. Glancing over at Stark, I turned to move down the hall to the room where Loki had been held. I stepped in, swallowing convulsively at the mess on the floor. There was blood everywhere, mixed with the filth of that man, and there were chains hanging from some kind of a rolling device on the ceiling. On the floor was a knife that was bright red up till the hilt, and in the corner... was that a whip?

My vision seemed to go white again and if I could have, I would revive that man just to kill him in the worst way possible. In my mind, he had already stopped being human. He was not just a creature... a thing.