"My friends. It came to my attention that my brother Loki was given an unfair trial on Asgard, and I wish to intern him here as punishment instead. He has no access to magic, and will most assuredly behave himself." Loki chafed against his chains, wishing to scream and rant about how Thor was not his brother. He contented himself with glaring at Thor's wings, the only part of the other god visible.

The huge golden feathers were fluffed up, a sign Thor was stressed and upset. Loki did not particularly care, at least, that's what he told himself. He really cared deeply for his brother's well being. It hurt him to see his brother so upset, even as he tried to carry on with his own life. A life in chains was not much of a life, but it was something. And here it didn't seem like that life in chains would be accompanied by pain.

Loki tilted his head, looking at the area beyond Thor. It appeared to be a type of bar, with the various Avengers seated at it. This was the first time he'd seen their wings, and he was surprised at how good of an indicator they were of each's personality.

The super soldier had huge eagle wings, which had fluffed up at the sign of Thor. The spy woman had her mockingbird wings folded around herself, the wings of a bird who imitates others. The archer next to her—Loki felt a twinge of guilt at the sight of him—had large but plain brown wings with sharp tips, a hawk. The scientist had grey wings tinged with green—a mourning dove, tainted by the Hulk's presence. Loki couldn't see the Iron Man at the moment.

"I suppose, when are you bringing him?" Asked the spy.

"Well..." Thor paused, "I may have brought him with me." He stepped aside, pulling Loki forward. Loki would have spread his wings and whacked his brother if they had not been bound tightly. He hissed through the muzzle over his mouth, glaring at the other people.

The spy and the archer showed no emotion, the super soldier was indignant, the scientist's eyes were comically wide. Loki could now see the outline of the Iron Man's wings through his shirt, apparently he chose not to show them off. He had a glass full of Midgardian spirits, which he waved upon seeing Loki.

"If it isn't everyone's favorite chaos god! Loki, Loki, Loki! Are we keeping him in the green guy's cell again?" The super soldier pursed his lips, looking at the other man with something akin to disgust.

"Yes, Stark, if you could put down the beer long enough to take him down there."

"Wait!" Interrupted the spy. "Why is Loki chained like a dog? If he doesn't have access to magic, is he really dangerous?"

"My father decided he was too dangerous to have less protection. It was this or bringing a whole platoon of guards with him." Thor did not agree with Odin, Loki knew, but was too scared to disobey him.

"Let's get them off, if he can't do magic, he's not a threat." The spy stood up, waving aside the super soldier's attempt to stop her with a wing. "And Rogers, if you think I can't handle some skinny god with no magic, you're quite wrong."

Loki was amused by her statement. He knew he wouldn't fight back, but it was funny that she assumed so confidently.

She walked up to him and grabbed the latch of the muzzle.

"Hold up, Nat. He was pretty sassy last time, might wanna leave the muzzle on for a bit. Don't need another one of me around, do you?"

"You just don't want to admit that there are people with better comebacks than you." She unlatched the muzzle and pulled it from Loki's neck. He took a deep breath, thankful for the ability to breathe unhindered. She picked up one of his wrists, glanced over the chain, then up at Thor.

"You got a key, or am I supposed to snap this?" Her wings spread slightly, as though she was trying to threaten Thor. Thor's wings puffed up even more as he met her eyes.

"The Allfather gave me no keys."

"Waste of a good chain link, then." The woman grabbed one link in her hands and yanked in opposite directions. With a sharp crack! the chain link snapped, the cuffs falling from Loki's wrist. He was on the verge of tears from the sudden pain, but silenced himself by swallowing and rubbing his injured wrists. Thor looked rather scared as the woman glanced at Loki again.

"You gonna try and escape?" Loki shook his head, not trusting his voice. The spy nodded, going around to his back and snapping the constraints on his wings. Loki shook them quickly, feeling light pains as the muscles stretched for the first time in a while. He slowly flapped them once, twice, regaining feeling. He could feel feathers falling as he flapped, but the small pain was a relief from the significantly worse pains elsewhere in his body. The spy glared at him and he instinctively tucked his wings around himself. Her gaze softened at his sudden display of emotion.

Loki couldn't believe he was so broken that he had showed fear. To hide the fact, he crossed his arms over his chest, pretending he was normal. The spy went back over to the bar, sitting back down. The Iron Man stood up, walking over to Thor.

"Don't worry, Thor. We'll keep a close eye on Mr. Mischief here. If you wanna stay the night, be my guest. As a prince, however, I guess you'll be getting home soon." Thor nodded.

"Farewell, Stark. I trust you and your team to take care of my brother. And Loki," Thor turned to Loki, looking him in the eye, "Behave. I will miss you, brother." Then he turned and left.

Loki lowered his head, Thor's goodbye hurting. He closed his eyes, blinking quickly to banish the tears which were all too eager to come running down his face. He raised his head as the super soldier spoke.

"Stark, put that glass down before you take Loki to his cell." The words were not a suggestion, and the soldier's wings were spread.

"Why should I?" Loki tensed, worried for a fight. Both men were pretty clearly alphas, and things could get nasty pretty quickly.

"You think I'm the damn fool that would leave you alone with a god, a glass of beer, and no supervision?"

"Wasn't that my life until you came into it? I had pretty much god status in the mechanics and engineering circles, I could drink whenever I wanted, and no goddamn son of a 1940s bitch could come say to stop." The Iron Man's voice was hard and cold, his wings tensed under his shirt.

"Stark, put the glass down."

Loki registered the alpha command voice, his instincts kicking in. He dropped to the floor, shaking. Even though this man wasn't his alpha, he felt the need to obey the command—but he wasn't holding anything glass. The rest of the world faded away, leaving Loki curled under his wings and trembling. He felt like every alpha command he'd ever heard was being seared into him again, all the fear and struggle being awakened again.

He was pulled from the pain-filled reverie by someone lightly tugging on one wing where it covered his face. "Loki, Loki, get up. The command wasn't aimed at you, you're fine. Get up." The spy was standing in front of him, arms crossed. Loki couldn't tell whether she was mad at him or at the other two men, who were still fighting.

He found his way to his feet, glancing around to see if anyone else was affected. The scientist's wings were curled around him and the archer was gently running his fingers through them, probably trying to calm him down. The Iron Man had apparently set down the glass, but was screaming in the soldier's face.

"Listen here, you goddamn bitch! Nobody gets to live in my house, eat my food, mess up my shit, and then use his goddamned alpha voice on me like he's the one in charge! All you've done is scare poor Bruce into hiding, made Loki collapse, and made me one very pissed off man!" The soldier's eyes were wide, his hands raised, and Loki wasn't sure how long the Iron Man had been ranting for.

"Look, Stark, I'm just trying to keep some order in this madhouse of over-powered people! You're not the lead alpha, even if this is your house and shit!"

"A 'decent' lead alpha wouldn't have one of his pack in tears behind their wings every time he uses his command voice!" Loki flinched as the harsh thwack of a slap reverberated around the room. The soldier pushed past the Iron Man, who was holding a hand to his injured face with a furious glare, and grabbed Loki's arm.

"Since some of us have no sense, I'll be taking you to your cell," he growled, ignoring Loki's scared squeak as the soldier pressed on one of his bruises. This was not going to be as peaceful a confinement as Loki had hoped.