Hey everyone! Just wanted to say thankyou for reading my story, and if you've made it this far, congrats! I will try to deviate from the Loki and Thor chapters- I just love them so much! My favourite duo ever! There will be a few chapters dotted amongst the others that aren't actually scenes in the MCU (wish they were tho) but are just memories from our characters. Next chapter will be a Clint chapter which I promise will be released in the next three, four days. But for now- pranks and angst! (TW: there will be semi-graphic descriptions of torture near the end of the chapter.)

"Hey, Voice!" Peter called out. "What are we watching next?" 

Next, we are watching one of Loki's and Thor's memories from their childhoods. Voice explained.

On cue, the screen lit up with color, and everyone turned in anticipation.

A much younger Loki and Thor appeared, Thor looking thirteen years old and Loki about eleven. Loki was reading on his bed, sitting cross legged with a green leather-bound book on his lap. His curly black hair fell over his forehead, a stark contrast to his milky white skin and emerald eyes.
"Loki," Thor pleaded, belly flopping onto the bed and making Loki lose his page. Loki sent a glare in his direction.
"What do you WANT, Thor." Loki snapped irritably. 
"Pleaasssee, Brother." Thor said, giving Loki his best puppy eyes. "I'm so BORED, and think of all those visiting people! The feast is going to be so dull, why can't we spice it up a little? Remember what you did last time?"
Loki immediately set down his book, marking his page with a ribbon. "Yes." Loki smirked. "That was hilarious. Your face when your beer tipped over your head like that... You thought it was a ghost that poured it over you." Loki snickered.

"Wait, wait, wait." Bruce interrupted. "You mean, you were drinking beer when you were, what, fourteen years old?" 

"Thirteen in Midgardian years, actually." Thor said pleasantly. "Aye, I was. We all were. Good for growth."

Now everyone was staring at Thor in disbelief. Loki sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "Thor, Midgardians are not allowed to drink until they are twenty one years old. About 1400 in Asgardian years." He added, seeing his brother's look of confusion. Thor choked on his own spit. 

"What?" He choked out, in between coughs. 

Loki just rolled his eyes, Bruce shaking his head in disbelief, opening his mouth to speak. Everyone took this as a prompt to turn back to the screen, and the memory resumed.

Thor pouted. "Funny for you, perhaps. Not for me." 
"Funny to even your friends." Loki countered. He lent forward, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Even to the lovely Sif."
Thor's only response was to blush beetroot red.

There were several cat-calls of, "Whoooooo!", throughout the theater. Thor glared at them all. "It was years ago!" He shouted. Everyone opted to ignore him.

Thor cleared his throat. "So?" He said, fidgeting a little.
"So, you'll see." Loki said. "Just, when I say so, drop your plate, alright? Get Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg to do the same, if you can. Make a distraction, you know. And I'm sure you'd rather not be the victim again. I have just the right idea in mind." His eyes twinkled with mischief, and Thor nodded eagerly. 
The scene changed to a lavishly decorated hall, golden drapes and tapestries in rich color draped on the walls. Long tables set with gold cutlery and glittering white porcelain plates went the length of the hall, and huge plates of food adorned the tables, ranging from large slices of juicy meat to jewel-encrusted bowls of the sweetest fruit.

Loki and Thor smirked at the others' expressions. "My God." Rhodey whispered. "You're fucking rich."

Tony suddenly let out a long wail, startling everyone. He fell to his knees dramatically, turning his head to the sky. "I seem POOR compared to you, Thor!" Tony practically sobbed. "I'm POOR!"

Nat shot him an unimpressed look. "Don't be stupid, Tony." Tony clambered back into his seat, subdued, at the sight of Natasha's razor-sharp glare. Rhodey laughed at Tony's face. 

"Got a good handle on you, huh, Tones?" Rhodey said in Tony's ear, voice filled with mirth.

Tony pouted.

At least two hundred people in fine clothing, ball gowns to armor to suits strangely similar to the ones on Earth, were milling around, goblets in hand. Odin was seen sitting on his throne, Frigga beside him in all her regal beauty. 

"Loki." Thor complained. "It's been an hour. I'm bored. Can you do-" He waved his hands around vaguely. "Your thing now?" 

Loki rolled his eyes, but an excited grin found its way onto his face anyway. "Alright." He whispered. "When you see me approach Lady Freya, drop your plate!"
Thor gaped. "Surely you aren't thinking-" Loki snuck away, leaving an illusion of himself behind with a shimmer of green magic. "Loki! Loki!" Thor called after him, then shook his head in pure shock. "Norns forbid Freya or Father find out." He muttered to himself, then saw the real Loki approaching Freya on the other side of the room from behind, a dagger in hand. Freya was flirting with a group of handsome Asgardian men, tossing her golden curls this way and that, curling strands round her finger seductively. She was being so sickly sweet it made everyone's teeth hurt. 
On cue, on the other side of the room, there was the loud noise of plates shattering and of food smacking against the ground. Everyone turned to look in unison, Freya too, the light of the candles reflecting on her shining mass of hair. Loki snuck up, took the hair in one hand, and in one swift motion, hacked it all off. Loki immediately teleported to the other side of the room, taking his place at a table, letting the illusion of himself dissipate. Completely failing to notice an Asgardian, a tall Lord on the council watching him with narrowed, shrewd grey eyes.

"I don't like the look of that guy." Sam said immediately. 

"Yeah." Thor said darkly. "He is now very, very dead." 

Everyone looked to him in surprise at the satisfaction colouring his tone.

"You'll see." Thor said simply, chuckling darkly.

Soon, the attention drifted away as servants hurried to clean up the mess, and as Freya turned, she noticed the absence of the weight of her hair. She felt the back of her head, feeling only short, roughly cut strands. She let out a piercing scream, face a comical mask of horror. Across the room, Thor and the Warriors Three were struggling not to laugh, shoulders shaking with silent mirth.
"She truly is insufferable, isn't she?" Fandral managed to gasp out. 
"She had it coming." Volstagg agreed. "Loki chose his target well."
Loki on the other hand, could not control his laughter. He teleported away to an empty hallway and collapsed into fits of laughter, holding his sides as green magic sparked around him, responding to his emotions.

Everyone in the theater was laughing too, in stitches. Freya's face had been one of pure horror and shock, her emotions so clear on her face that it was comical.

Loki was so caught up in his laughter that he didn't notice the two cloaked men sneaking up behind him. The hilt of a sword was brought down on the back of Loki's head, and he crumpled like a leaf, becoming completely limp. The two men picked him up unceremoniously before walking away.

A somber mood immediately descended on the room. "Damnit." Clint muttered, watching the scene attentively.

"Are you okay, Mr Loki?" Peter asked.

Loki's head snapped up at the sound of his name, feature sharp, before softening when he saw Peter's earnest expression. "Yes, I'm well. Thankyou, Midgardian."

The flashes of images showed Loki getting tortured. When an image finally came into focus, Loki was in a tight ball on the floor, whimpering. Blood dripped off his skin onto the floor and his black hair was matted with blood. 
"I will ask you one last time, Mr Odinson." A silky smooth voice came from the shadows and the same lord who had been watching Loki earlier stepped from the shadows. "Can your brother summon Mjolnir? And if so, who else can? Is it possible to extract your seidr? How is it so powerful?" 

"Him." Bucky growled, clenching his metal fist. Loki hid his head in Thor's chest, and Thor stared at the screen, his face a mask of pure, unrestrained, dangerous rage.

"I. Won't. Tell you." Loki panted, voice weak with pain. 
The lord's voice hardened. "Fine. If you will not speak to me, then you shall never speak again." He left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Another cloaked man emerged, holding a needle threaded with thick, coarse leather. The other guy lifted up Loki, chaining his arms to the wall as his head drooped. The man with the needle came closer, lifting up Loki's chin, whispering in the prince's ear, "You should have talked when you had the chance, Silvertongue." 
In one quick motion, he plunged the needle right through Loki's lips. 

Shouts of rage and horror echoed throughout the room at the man's actions, faces pale and fists clenched. "He's just a kid." Bruce whispered.

Loki didn't make a sound as the needle punched through his lips again, in an upwards motion this time. Tears trickled down his face in rivers, the blood on his cheeks staining them pink. When the man sewed another stitch, Loki finally screamed. The sound was wild, animallistic almost, with agony. The thick leather nearly tore through his sensitive flesh as his body spasmed with sobs and pain. The deep cuts on his arms and legs bled profusely, spelling out words. Liar. Useless. Coward. The man kept going until Loki's lips were fully bound together, his flesh torn and ripped, the thick thread puncturing his delicate lips in horrifying gaping holes. 

Several buckets showed up and many threw up into them, retching. They disappeared once they were done and the people who had thrown up retreated to their seats, trembling, sipping at the cups of water that had appeared there. Loki was now shaking with sobs in Thor's arms.

"Lost your touch, Silvertongue?" The man whispered cruelly as Loki flinched back, trying in vain to make any sound- anything. He could barely move his face from pain. 
The last thing Loki saw as he lost consciousness was the wall caving in as warriors cam in, gently unlocking his chains and spearing the men in the room. The screen went black.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck, fuck." Clint whispered the words under his breath like an anthem. Natasha turned up to face Loki- and now that she really looked, she could see faint scarring on his lips. That his face wasn't permanently disfigured was incredible, really. 

"Don't." Loki said before anyone could say anything. "Don't speak. I do not want your sympathy, nor to revisit that memory."

They all hesitated, before making various gestures of agreement and respect with Loki's wishes. Unseen by anyone but Loki, Peter came up to him, tears staining his cheeks. "Can I sit with you please, Mr Loki?" He whispered. Loki hesitated, then looked at his teary, soft brown eyes. 

"Yes." Loki said simply. Peter nodded his thanks and took a seat, as Voice's speech filtered through the speakers once again.