A/N Can't believe this story got to 2K reads so quickly! You guys really want me to update every week now, don't ya? Well, at this rate, I might be surprised if we manage 3K views after a possible week. Might be.

Anyway, my writer's block is really confining me into a tight space so if you have any ideas as to what I put into the story, comment them down so the story isn't as hard to write and you get the updates earlier. So, enjoy your 2K special (the one you guys made me do). :) This special will be shorter than the normal chapters.

P.S. I think that some of the paragraphs where I describe Percy in his state is quite graphic and might put a mental image in your head that might not be able to heal as long as you remember the description. Believe me, when I read some of what I'd written, I wished hadn't eaten so much pasta, and I LOVE pasta. Bad sign.

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Loki's POV

From my bed within the Hecate cabin, I woke up to the blood-curdling screams of Percy once again having another nightmare of the treacherous pit below the underworld. 

Swiftly standing up, I teleported into the Poseidon cabin without any regard for changing out of my pajamas and already seeing a crowd gathered around Percy, including the Avengers and a worried daughter of Athena sitting next to him worriedly holding an empty bucket of water.

Upon my arrival, the crowd parted to make way so I could reach the young hero who was thrashing around in his sleep and blood soaked up in the sheets like it's been for the other two nights. 

Immediately placing my two fingers on Percy's forehead, I entered the nightmare he'd succumbed to, met with a bright light before doing so.  Placing an illusion on myself and opening my eyes to see what was going on, this nightmare was even worse than any other nightmare I had to drag him away from. 

This must've been done only recently, for Percy was thrown to the floor with his limbs contorted in odd angles that were completely unnatural and bones sticking out of his many joints. He had many bruised places on his arms, as well as a black eye and the usual whip slashes, blade cuts and burn marks.

It took most of my will power not to spew on the floor, for I'd never seen injuries such as this. Back in reality, I hope what I was seeing wasn't shown there, because I can already imagine people running away sick or already spewing on his cabin floor.

His blood began leaking out of every orifice where an opening had been made, spreading across the floor as if it were a drinking fountain. To the right of me, the primordial of the Pit itself walked across to Percy wielding heavy weights with cuffs attached to the ends, an evil smirk of satisfaction seen all across his face.

"The brave and noble leader of their safe haven kneeling before me as they tremble from the work caused by my very hands. If only your beloved camp could see what has become of you. Oh wait, they probably have already. And what they'll see is a leader who's fallen, a leader without as much as a hint of hope left to spread, a leader who can't even protect himself from the looming shadow that threatens them all."

Tartarus walked past me to get to Percy, but was so close that he noticed an irregularity. Taking a few seconds to stand in his position and sense any particular surges of power, he stated, "There's someone else in this room." He chuckled before saying with his low and growling voice, "Back again, Loki?"

I tensed in my spot, not knowing what to do next before Tartarus spoke quite so casually yet threateningly, "Take off the illusion, there's no denying that the presence of the Norse God of Mischief stands directly in front of me."

Composing myself to look casual with my normal Asguardian armour on, I released my illusion to see Tartarus grinning into my eyes. "It's no fun whenever you drag Perseus out of his lecturing. It never is," Tartarus mentioned in a deep monotone as he turned around to chain Percy to the weights, making him unable to move.

Standing up with his back to me as he bored his eyes into every wound he'd inflicted on Percy, Tartarus growled, "I'm letting you take him back this last time. However," Tartarus said, turning around, "if you ever try to enter his mind to drag him out again, I will not hesitate to give you the same punishments I give to Perseus, even if you are a god."

Deep inside, I was horrified, for going through the pain Percy's been through in his nightmares is something unimaginable within my thoughts, yet I kept my stance. Tartarus stepped back a couple of steps and gestured for me to go to Percy, who's bleeds began healing from back in reality where Annabeth may have been pouring water on him.

As I walked up to Percy, bent down and placed both my fingers on his forehead like I've always done, I turned to face Tartarus who had a visible small grin on his face as he watched Percy and I slowly disappear from the void of torture. 

Before we'd left, I heard his final words ring in my head as white clouded my vision signalling we were almost back in reality. "Remember my words well, god of Mischief."

Those were his final words before white swept over my vision, almost immediately replaced my darkness.

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A/N Okay guys, there it is. It may be short, but it is a special, as well as my writer's block preventing me from doing many interesting things. Don't worry though, I'll have the chapter for next week uploaded, like it should be.

Besides, you guys were really desperate for some type of update to come, so I gave it to ya. In my head, this all sounds quite dull since I just watched an Undertale fan-made movie on YouTube and the voice acting made things seem dull, so yeah.

So, I gotta go guys. Percy got me to help set up a little 'romantic stuff' for him and Annabeth, just so he could spoil her a bit with the minimal time he had left. Well, it's kinda in the nature of Percy to care a lot about his friends and family, and we all know that. 

See ya for another adventure!

Tiffany Achilles Jackson, daughter of Poseidon