Chapter 6

At lunch, some old dude stares at Loki, but Loki doesn't seem to notice. Finally, I nudge Loki, who hums "That weird old guy is staring at you."

Loki looks over at the guy, before placing his spork down and nudges me "Come along. Learn something."

Together, we walk over to the old man and Loki smirks, before man hugging the guy above the table "GM, what's up?" Loki asks as he sits.

"Heard you just got out of the pit." The old man states, before sighing "Heard what happened in the pit." Loki presses his lips in a fine line, as GM shakes his head "Bad deal, brother."

"Keep it clean." Loki insists and I frown "What happens in solitary stay in solitary, you know that."

The man leans forward on the table and declares "Not when it leads to the infirmary, it doesn't. What was going through your head?"

Loki shrugs, before sighing "You know what was going through my head. What do you want, GM?"

"Your IT and DA had a sit down while you were in MPE." The man states "Your IT is coming to visit you, thought you'd like to know."

Loki gives a short nod, before asking "What's happening with the gangs? Are we going to have to step in?"

GM sighs "For now, we stay out of it." Loki nods, before the old man takes his hand "Seriously, kid. The ch-"

"Stop." Loki interrupts, before getting up "Just stop." he orders, before walking off.

Silently, I follow him and ask "Who was that guy?"

"Old bastard thinks he owns me!" Loki spits as we sit at our table "Just because he covered my arse when I first got here!"

"You needed someone to cover your ass?" Tony asks, before shaking his head "I don't believe it."

Loki glares "I was a scrawny, twenty year old, twink. Do you really think I'd be alive if I didn't have some type of help?"

I think for a second, before asking "MPE?" They look to me and I frown "What's MPE, and why where you in it?"

Stark looks to Loki in concern "You were put under mandatory psychological evaluation?" Loki sighs, before Stark asks "Why?"

Loki remains quiet for awhile, before replying coldly "I've had fifteen psychological evaluations. One after every kill."

Rogers frowns "They normally don't do that."

"I'm not normal." Loki states, before looking to me "Because of my past, my IT, or inmate therapist, thinks me killing the chomos is PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder." he shrugs "That's why I only get a year for the pedos."

I scoff "Yeah, your past is shit." he nods, before Stark and Rogers looks at us in shock "What are you two looking at?"

After a long moment of silence, Rogers finally asks "Why would you have post traumatic stress dis-"

Stark nudges Steve to shut him up and Steve gives him an odd look. After a very long moment, Stark sighs "Luna didn't die, because she was never a person." Steve's eyes go wide.

Loki presses his lips into a thin line, before giving a small "Indeed." not a single muscle moves at our table.

"Four." Tony states and Loki looks up to him "The abuse. It started when you were four? The date on your chest."

Loki shakes his head and we go completely silent, until he sighs "The cops... they found pornographic photos, from when I was young." he stops for a moment, before shaking his head "I was only a baby. Two, tops. But I still remember it." he scoffs "But I remember everything."

We remain silent, until he continues "For a while, I thought that it was natural. That fathers were supposed to do such things. That, even though I hated it, nobody would do anything about it. Like it was as normal as brushing your teeth." he stares down at the table, not wanting to see eyes on him "But when he started dressing me like a girl, and renting me out to his friends, I knew."

Loki clears his throat "So, I split my life in two. One half, I studied, and focused on anything but what was happening. The other, was an emotionless whore." He scoffs, before licking his lips "And when I was standing over Laufey's body, covered in his blood, all I could think about was how cold I had become. That it felt so intoxicatingly orgasmic while I was stabbing him, 279 times. That I felt so numb after."

I look at him in horror and he snaps out of a thought "My apologizes, that sounds rather, homicidal."

"Don't worry about it." Steve gives a weak smile "I don't like violence, but just hearing about it, I would have stabbed him 279 times, happily."

Loki gives a weak smile, before his scars catch my eyes and a I find huff marks on his wrists. Instantly, I look to his neck and find the bruise wraps around his entire neck and tappers off in two directions on one side, instead of part of it.

If a guard would have done it, it would have only been on the front or tapered in the back or on both sides.

Instantly, I tilt his head to the side and move his hair away to examine it "Thor, that's tender. The guards are staring at you."

I release him and sigh "Loki, what did you do?" I ask and he plays dumb "Why did you do it?" his pleadingly shakes his head and I sigh "Too late, why did you do it?"

After a long moment, Loki pleads "Thor, please, shut up!" but it has already gotten the attention from the other two.

"No." I scowl and he sighs, before I insist "We'll do this, right here, right now. Why'd you do it, Loki?"

He stares in disbelief, before hissing "Piss off!" And with that, he stocks off.