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Prompt No 1: A Little Out Of The Ordinary
Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen.”
“Brother! Watch out!” Thor yelled. Loki turned to look at him but before he could he was hit in the abdomen with a bullet. He collapsed, and Thor rushed over. “Banner! My brother has been shot!”
“Shit. Bring him to the quinjet as fast as you can.” Bruce rushed around the quinjet, trying to find the medical supplies. He managed to find a couple of gauze pads and some standard level painkillers.
“Wait did you say Rock of Ages has been shot?” Tony cursed. “Alright we’ll be back to the quinjet in 10.”
They rushed quickly back to the tower in the quinjet, Bruce holding pressure on the wound in Loki’s abdomen.
“Quick! Someone get the asgardian medicine. He’s crashing!” Bruce yelled, his skin tinged green on the edges.
Doctors rushed into the room where they had brought Loki, trying to get everything they needed, all while the rest of the team was waiting anxiously outside. Loki seized on the table, prompting Bruce to inject him with the medicine the other doctors finally retrieved.
Loki stopped seizing at the same time that a dark blue color started to cover his body. Markings slowly appeared on his skin and it grew colder, causing Bruce to step back and call in Thor.
“Thor? Do you know what’s happening?”
“Oh norns.” Thor shook his head. “This is my brother’s original form. He is most ashamed of it.” Loki started stirring behind them, making Thor and Bruce snap back to where Loki was laying.
“How are you feeling Loki?” Bruce asked as he checked his vitals.
“Like I shot by a bunch of HYDRA soldiers.” He deadpanned, blinking his eyes open.
“That would be expected.” Bruce hesitated before continuing. “Listen Loki, you were seizing so we had to give you some medication because you lost so much blood. Unfortunately, the medicine was something we had synthesized for Thor so it had some, unusual side effects on you.”
“What do you mean?” Loki attempted to sit up, growling when he realized he was too weak.
“It may have accidentally reverted you back to your frost giant form but I swear it wasn’t supposed to do that.” Loki looked down at where his arms were resting, his breath picking up when he realized he was in fact in his frost giant form.
“I’m a monster.” He whispered, breath shaky. He was in full blown panic by the time Bruce opened his mouth to speak.
“Thor I think it would be more beneficial if you waited outside. I’ll talk to Loki.” Bruce slowly walked over to where Loki was laying, shaking and staring up at the ceiling. “Can I touch you?”
Loki shook his head. “You’ll get hurt if you do. I told you. I’m a monster.”
“Okay I won’t touch you. But you aren’t a monster Loki.”
“Just look at me! I’m hideous. My eyes are blood red and my skin looks terrifying.” Loki sobbed out, attempting to sit up once more.
“Loki, you’re talking to someone who turns into a giant green being on the regular.” Bruce pointed out. “If they don’t hate me, then they won’t hate you.”
Loki shook his head. “Thor will. He hates frost giants. Wanted them all dead. Thought they were monsters. They are monsters.”
Bruce froze, mouth gaping as he took in this information. “I’m going to be right back okay Loki?” Loki nodded his head, but didn’t say anything else. Bruce stepped outside and took a second to regain his composure.
“Banner! How is he? Can I see him?” Thor popped up out of the seat he was currently residing in once he saw that Bruce had exited the room.
“I don’t know if that's a good idea Thor. His mental stability is really low right now and quite frankly I think you would just make it worse.”
“What do you mean Banner?”
“Well…” Bruce paused, trying to figure out how to tell Thor his baby brother probably wouldn’t want to see him because of the mass genocide Thor wanted to commit against frost giants. “He’s afraid you think he’s a monster.”
With that, Bruce turned around and heading back into the room where Loki was. “I told your brother you probably wouldn’t want to see him right now, I hope thats okay.”
Loki simply nodded and said a soft “thank you” before turning away from Bruce.
Loki ended up staying in the medical room for the next few days until he finally had enough energy to move around. Then he moved back to his room in the Avengers tower and hid in there. He made sure to avoid Thor and the other Avengers, only allowing Bruce in his room.
“You should talk to your brother Loki.” Bruce mentioned one day when they were eating lo mien from the Chinese restaurant across the street.
“I don’t want to. Not like this.”
“He cares about you, and he’s doesn’t have the same views he did as a child.” Loki sighed, putting the chopsticks into the container and setting it down on the table.
“Will it get you to stop pestering me?”
“Yes.”
“Fine. Jarvis, can you call Thor for me?”
“Of course Reindeer Games.” Loki swore under his breath.
“Norns. I forgot Tony’s penchant for ridiculous nicknames.” Loki sat back with a sigh, picking his noodles back up. If he was going to have to talk to his brother he was going to at least have his noodles with him.
Thor burst into the room, a large grin on his face. “Brother! I was beginning to think you hated me.”
“If you keep yelling I might.” Loki continued to eat his noodles, making it a point to stare anywhere but Thor.
“Banner told me you thought I would hate you for this?” Loki could only nod as he tried to keep the gradual tears from spilling out. “I do not hate you brother. I could never hate you. It was wrong of me in our youth to hate frost giants so. I have learned much in my time with the Avengers.”
It was then than Loki lost his war with his mental stability, tears finally flowing down his face. “Can I hug you brother?” Loki nodded, and Thor quickly enveloped him. The blue in Loki’s skin started slowly receding and the red in his eyes faded.
Loki looked to where Bruce was still sitting, the shock on Loki’s face clear. Bruce gave an encouraging nod and Loki clutched on to Thor even tighter. “I love you brother. Blue skin or not.”
“You really mean that?”
“I do.”
“Thank you.” Loki breathed out, still clutching tightly to Thor.