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The fallen gods mouth opened silently in an attempt to plead for death, before he remembered he no longer had a voice which with to bargain or even plead. As substitute for his words, a soft keening sound, sounding much like the wind in between the tall heights of the buildings of New York City, rose from his throat.
Captain Rogers carefully stepped towards Loki, his face set in a thoughtful frown, as Loki attempted to scramble away, muttering nonsensical noises from his throat. "Shh. It's ok. We're not going to hurt you." Rogers tried to sooth the god.
"What's taking so long?!" Hawkeye shouted from the vehicle, impatient to get their package back to HQ.
"Hold your quiver Legolas." Ironman shouted back.
Loki grabbed a nearby rock and with a shaking hand etched into the cement, 'Drep meg vær så snill', a drop of blood colouring the letters, before inching away from Rogers.
Steve looked at the letters, not being able to comprehend them, "Tony, can JARVIS translate this?"
"Probably" was the immediate reply, before Ironman came to stand next to Rogers, quickly scanning the sentence, having JARVIS translate it.
Rogers stepped over to Loki, holding his hands out, trying to assure Loki he meant no harm, the Asgardian drew back his upper lip in a feral growl. Please, no more pain. I'm tired of the pain. Just slaughter me the way you do your enemies. Surely you, of all people, with all your patriotic glory and tales of justices, would be more than willing to kill me. DO IT. The god attempted to tell the Midgardian what to do, and failed.
"Got it translated." Stark's voice echoed slightly.
"And?"
"And it says, 'kill me please'" The duo looked down at the god, who glanced up at them, before looking down at what he had written, and back up to the duo, wondering why they just stood there, Stark's expression hidden behind his mask, and Rogers' expression was a mixture of pity, sadness, and anger.
As no violent action was raised against him, Loki painfully lurched to his feet, why will they not face me? Why will they not kill me?! Am I a creature of such pity as to render them mute? I shall show them. THEY WILL KILL ME.
The Asgardian leapt towards Ironman, then cold metal arms were wrapped around him, senseless rage filled the lithe body as he twisted to become free. He would not become a prisoner again. I will go into the truest freedom. The only freedom that truly exists. And they will allow me to go.
Ironman stood fast as he held the struggling form, attempting to still the form, when with a final struggle, Loki went passed out, breathless, and weak.
"Uh... what do we do with him?" Ironman shifted the form awkwardly.
"We take him with us." Captain America stepped over to Ironman, willing to take the limp burden.
"... I don't think Fury will be too happy to know he's back." Ironman gave over the form of the Asgardian to Rogers.