new world order ; rp for lehnsherrs
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lieofasgardwho: Loki & Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto
where: S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, undisclosed
when: The night of the battle in Manhattan; post-Avengers
what: new alliances, new friends, new enemies, old story
[The world has burnt to cinders.
It's the first thought Loki has when he's escorted out the front of Stark's tower. Bruised, bloodied, aching everywhere, he still manages a satisfied smile as he looks out over what his anger has wrought. He never wanted this miserable rock, only to break his obnoxious brother's favorite new toy. Judging from the sounds of chaos around him, the raging fires and debris still clunking noisily to the ground, this particular toy will be out of commission for some time. It will do for now.
Thor is at his side, as always, though his face is drawn and hardened, unfamiliar to Loki in this state. Perhaps he has finally accepted their lot as enemies. Loki neither knows nor cares, just continues waiting patiently as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents prepare the van for his transport...elsewhere. He hasn't bothered asking where they plan to take him. The other Avengers, this sad band of beaten and battered mortals, stand just beyond the tower, watching with hatred burning in their eyes. Loki stares down Bruce until he turns aside under the pretense of talking to Natasha.
The van's doors open and Loki is hauled roughly inside. Still he doesn't protest, though he does shoot an irritated glance at one agent for being so disrespectful. Humans once worshiped his kind as gods; they would do well to remember that reverence. The agent, if he notices the glare, says nothing as he slips the shackles on over Loki's wrists. Loki tests them automatically, not really trying to escape so much as just taking on a detached curiosity, which in turn prompts the agent to frown and connect the shackles with a longer central chain to a heavy metal hook in the floor. Loki raises an eyebrow and smirks.]
You wish to restrain me with nothing but scrap metal and hope? I would be insulted if the thought wasn't so precious.
["Loki," Thor warns from outside the van, his scowl deepening when he's met with a quiet laugh. The back of the van dips suddenly from increased weight and Loki realizes Thor has stepped inside.]
Coming with me, brother? Don't trouble yourself. I hardly think I shall want for handlers as it is.
[Thor says nothing, and Loki tilts his head, watching with some interest as Thor takes something from the other agent. It glints even in the dim light streaming through the open doors. Loki doesn't even need to ask what it is, just narrows his eyes in bitter resentment as Thor snaps the device in place around Loki's mouth, securing it with a final click at the back of his head. "You will not harm these men with your spells," he points out, his voice steady but sad, "nor will you taunt them with your lies."
Loki is used to being silenced. He's spent his entire life being told to keep quiet, to know his place, to speak up only when he's deemed useful and never anytime else, but such a literal silencing is novel. This is one of Stark's inventions, or perhaps new S.H.I.E.L.D. technology, and Loki could easily overpower it. Thor knows this, too. The act is more symbolic than anything. Loki is almost impressed that Thor has it in him to make such a deep cut.
He expects Thor to seat himself opposite him, only to find his brow furrowing as Thor steps out of the van and stares, that same hard, distant expression on his face as the doors close. The van begins to move a few seconds later, making Loki lurch a bit in his seat, and he watches through the blacked out window in the door as Thor's massive frame gets smaller and more insignificant.
Somewhere in the back of Loki's mind, he keeps track of every turn the van makes, attempting to reconcile the movements with the map of the city still held in his mind. This could be useful information. When the van stops again, turned off this time rather than simply idling at a traffic light, Loki considers how easy it would be to use the chain connecting his wrist cuffs and wrap it around the throat of the first person to open the door. But, apparently to even his captors' surprise, he merely waits politely as they unhook him from the floor of the van and lead him through what appears to be an underground parking garage. They travel further beneath the earth until they reach a garishly lit lab with a large containment cell in the middle, very much like the one Loki had been imprisoned in aboard the helicarrier. The lab is empty save for a few nervous looking agents in white coats and safety glasses, and Loki stares distastefully at the array of testing equipment as he passes.
He goes willingly enough into the cell, even nods graciously at the guard who seals the door behind him. If the Chitauri are true to their word and mean to look for him after he fails to deliver the Tesseract, it won't matter where S.H.I.E.L.D. tries to hide him. Deep underground is as good a place as any, he supposes, and besides that, it gives him sufficient quiet and solitude to plot his escape -- and his inevitable vengeance against those who would shame him so.
where: S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, undisclosed
when: The night of the battle in Manhattan; post-Avengers
what: new alliances, new friends, new enemies, old story
[The world has burnt to cinders.
It's the first thought Loki has when he's escorted out the front of Stark's tower. Bruised, bloodied, aching everywhere, he still manages a satisfied smile as he looks out over what his anger has wrought. He never wanted this miserable rock, only to break his obnoxious brother's favorite new toy. Judging from the sounds of chaos around him, the raging fires and debris still clunking noisily to the ground, this particular toy will be out of commission for some time. It will do for now.
Thor is at his side, as always, though his face is drawn and hardened, unfamiliar to Loki in this state. Perhaps he has finally accepted their lot as enemies. Loki neither knows nor cares, just continues waiting patiently as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents prepare the van for his transport...elsewhere. He hasn't bothered asking where they plan to take him. The other Avengers, this sad band of beaten and battered mortals, stand just beyond the tower, watching with hatred burning in their eyes. Loki stares down Bruce until he turns aside under the pretense of talking to Natasha.
The van's doors open and Loki is hauled roughly inside. Still he doesn't protest, though he does shoot an irritated glance at one agent for being so disrespectful. Humans once worshiped his kind as gods; they would do well to remember that reverence. The agent, if he notices the glare, says nothing as he slips the shackles on over Loki's wrists. Loki tests them automatically, not really trying to escape so much as just taking on a detached curiosity, which in turn prompts the agent to frown and connect the shackles with a longer central chain to a heavy metal hook in the floor. Loki raises an eyebrow and smirks.]
You wish to restrain me with nothing but scrap metal and hope? I would be insulted if the thought wasn't so precious.
["Loki," Thor warns from outside the van, his scowl deepening when he's met with a quiet laugh. The back of the van dips suddenly from increased weight and Loki realizes Thor has stepped inside.]
Coming with me, brother? Don't trouble yourself. I hardly think I shall want for handlers as it is.
[Thor says nothing, and Loki tilts his head, watching with some interest as Thor takes something from the other agent. It glints even in the dim light streaming through the open doors. Loki doesn't even need to ask what it is, just narrows his eyes in bitter resentment as Thor snaps the device in place around Loki's mouth, securing it with a final click at the back of his head. "You will not harm these men with your spells," he points out, his voice steady but sad, "nor will you taunt them with your lies."
Loki is used to being silenced. He's spent his entire life being told to keep quiet, to know his place, to speak up only when he's deemed useful and never anytime else, but such a literal silencing is novel. This is one of Stark's inventions, or perhaps new S.H.I.E.L.D. technology, and Loki could easily overpower it. Thor knows this, too. The act is more symbolic than anything. Loki is almost impressed that Thor has it in him to make such a deep cut.
He expects Thor to seat himself opposite him, only to find his brow furrowing as Thor steps out of the van and stares, that same hard, distant expression on his face as the doors close. The van begins to move a few seconds later, making Loki lurch a bit in his seat, and he watches through the blacked out window in the door as Thor's massive frame gets smaller and more insignificant.
Somewhere in the back of Loki's mind, he keeps track of every turn the van makes, attempting to reconcile the movements with the map of the city still held in his mind. This could be useful information. When the van stops again, turned off this time rather than simply idling at a traffic light, Loki considers how easy it would be to use the chain connecting his wrist cuffs and wrap it around the throat of the first person to open the door. But, apparently to even his captors' surprise, he merely waits politely as they unhook him from the floor of the van and lead him through what appears to be an underground parking garage. They travel further beneath the earth until they reach a garishly lit lab with a large containment cell in the middle, very much like the one Loki had been imprisoned in aboard the helicarrier. The lab is empty save for a few nervous looking agents in white coats and safety glasses, and Loki stares distastefully at the array of testing equipment as he passes.
He goes willingly enough into the cell, even nods graciously at the guard who seals the door behind him. If the Chitauri are true to their word and mean to look for him after he fails to deliver the Tesseract, it won't matter where S.H.I.E.L.D. tries to hide him. Deep underground is as good a place as any, he supposes, and besides that, it gives him sufficient quiet and solitude to plot his escape -- and his inevitable vengeance against those who would shame him so.
