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lokisxmischief · 3 years

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the rubble or our sins (Loki x Bucky)

Mentions: angst, flashbacks of trauma (torture/abuse) self loathing, torture...otherwise nothing else but some WinterFrost fluff

Loki had always felt so alone and for the longest time, he had come to terms with what seemed to be his fate; his destiny. He didn't say anything to anyone about it, about how he felt so low and worthless, he didn't dare out of the fear that he would be judged and that he would feel so vulnerable. It was better for him to keep every single emotion that he felt bottled up and pushed as far down as possible into the dark void of his soul; getting a broken heart for the umpteenth time just didn't seem worthwhile to the god and he knew that he might not survive further hurt. He was determined not to let anyone in and did all that he could to ensure that he kept that promise to himself, but there would soon come a day that he would find no matter how hard he tried or how much he denied it, that lock and chain was about to come off to free his guarded heart. It had just taken getting captured for that to occur, a very unexpected but not out of the ordinary day for the God of Mischief.

Shut up...

He could still hear Thor's voice saying those words to him and he recalled being smashed into the floor by the Hulk. The battle of New York was fresh in his mind and he remembered that he had managed to escape custody after the tesseract had skated closer to him. This was about all he could remember right now and a muffled groan emitted from his lips, the muzzle tight against them. Not quite the getaway location he had wanted to have, but at least he was now away from his brother and all of his avenging friends; those mortals that had fought them for the case weren't exactly the best kind to be in company of either. In fact, Loki didn't trust them as far as he could throw him and he could throw them pretty far, especially with his powers.

There wasn't much more than that Loki could remember. He had woken up in a bit of a daze and had somehow ended up in the middle of nowhere, the chains that his brother had placed on him in the Stark Tower were still intact and the muzzle still latched around his mouth. Cuts and bruises on his face were slowly healing as well. That much was clear to him.

Alright then give me the case...

Whose voice was that echoing in his head? What case exactly? Loki couldn't recall if it had been something he'd witnessed or was directly dealing with. Oh yes, he did remember something else. Stark had collapsed onto the floor, possibly dead after that. Maybe, he wasn't sure. After all, he had seized the opportunity to make a break for it as the tesseract skated on over in his direction. A subtle turn of his boot and he had bent down to grab it, teleporting the Hel out of there.

One thing was for sure－this recollection of bits and pieces of the past twenty-four hours was going to get real old, real fast. Only time would tell how quickly it would all come back to him. Perhaps this lack of memory was a side effect of the mind control; seemed as good an explanation as any.

Now, Loki knew that he had two options. He could idly sit here on the ground, waiting for some miraculous rescue to happen (to him, that seemed laughable) or he could attempt to figure out some sort of plan to get himself to a much more pleasurable locale; he chose the latter, as most in his predicament would do. Of course when your wrists had handcuffs around them, that wouldn't be all that simple but using most of the muscles in his thighs, Loki had managed to push himself up off the ground and back onto his feet. Step one, done. It was time to carry on and just as Loki was about to try this whole teleport-away-from-your-problems thing over again, the sudden realization hit him. It hit him real hard. The tesseract; where was it? He had held it this whole time up until now and glanced all around in the area that he had his crash landing but he couldn't seem to find it.

Oh just lovely, he had seemed to have lost it. There was no apparent blue glow coming from anywhere nearby and so he moved quickly, chains or no chains, to find that ever so precious blue cube and hopefully before anyone else could, if there was even any other form of life in this vast area. Perhaps some wildlife at most, it didn't seem as if there'd be any humans around. It was far too quiet though and he knew that fact in itself could be a bad omen. He would need to keep aware of his surroundings, as he's always done before.

I'm not going anywhere without it. I simply refuse to leave it behind and besides, it's not like I can go anywhere with these damned chains restricting my power.

That very thought and his impending actions would soon come to be a mistake, but he would find out just how bad of a mistake all in due time. With the wide open scenery, a large field that went on for miles into the horizon, surrounded by acres of bushes and forest, Loki was an easy to spot target, though he wasn't worried. He kept his senses keen as he continued to search for the tesseract and surely he would find it before any danger could see him. Doing that said task was easier said than done, but he was up for the challenge. He trudged through the rough, uneven soil (which was in obvious need of being cultivated) and kept walking around in hopes that he would soon locate the cube. Several minutes spent wandering about the land and after making a fair distance from the crash site, it had proved to be unsuccessful. Curses, all of that trudging through rough, itchy stubble for nothing. Alright, maybe he was being dramatic about that, as he did have his tall leather boots and pants on to protect him from that but he was kind of in a rush here. If you couldn't make a scene for yourself, who could you make one for? Needless to say, Loki was getting rather annoyed in being unable to locate the cube, let alone the very fact that he was stuck out here and couldn't get these forsaken chains off. It would've been a blessing if they could have just broken off with the impact of his fall; must have been some damn strong material. Seriously though. Where in the bloody nine realms was that tesseract? He wasn't in the mood for playing the intergalactic version of that popular Midgardian game 'Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?" This day was starting to crack his top ten worst days ever. Probably should have stayed in bed this morning, but it was far too late for that.

He neared the outer edge of some forest, about a good two miles south of where he had originally landed and pondered if it could've bounced all the way into the thicket of the shrubs and trees, then quickly shook off the notion. There was no way his landing would've given the tesseract that much momentum and a bad feeling formed in his chest, knowing exactly where the cube was now. In fact, he had a rather strong gut feeling about this, especially after having searched the whole radius of his landing spot and not seeing a single sign of the tesseract, not even a hint of its blue glow. Someone was nearby and had taken it, that was the only reasonable and most plausible explanation. Fantastic. He wasn't alone, though now he wished he was. Things could only get worse, much worse from here on out. A little danger was just what the doctor ordered though, perhaps Loki could get free of his shackles. At least he hoped that would happen.

"Looking for this?" A gruff male voice queried, flashing the trickster god an encased tesseract; in a black briefcase, the lid lifted up enough to provide a little peekage. Loki had turned himself in the direction which he heard the voice and glared at the man. How dare he take what was (rightfully) his? It was at that moment Loki made an internal oath to himself that he would get his payback for that. Oh, and would they ever be sorry. Many others stood behind him, hinting that perhaps he was in a position of authority over the rest; still not the highest rank of the group though.They were dressed in all black, had guns and knives on their person and overall, just had this vibe that told Loki they meant business. There was something familiar about these men too, as if he had seen them someplace before. Where exactly that was though remained a mystery.

Think Loki, think real hard, he urged himself. Nothing was coming back to him just yet. Norns, how hard did I hit my head, he had wondered, frustrated that he could barely recall things yet.

All he knew so far was that the Avengers had caught him, he was to go back to Asgard (after his brother stuffed his face with his friends whilst he waited outside chained down by Mjolnir without even thinking to offer him some nourishment) and would have to soon learn of what Asgardian justice would be served to him but that of course was before he had managed to nab the tesseract and ended up here in this mess now. All of the other details were still fairly foggy; or perhaps some weren't, but he didn't wish to remember certain things. Horrors, trauma. The fact that he was now looking at these men, their faces could almost give you nightmares. Those sorts of things.

"Oh look, he can't run his mouth and he's powerless right now. How lucky for us. Take him in boys," the man ordered, a dark expression on his face. The others nodded and did as they were told, struggling a bit as Loki attempted to shove them away and as one got closer than he should've to him, he made a swift move to grab his knife from his side. He could stab his way out of this, couldn't he? Sure he could and that's what he did. Or at least he tried to, only getting the one he had borrowed the knife from. Another man in the group had knocked it out of the god's hands and had soon knocked the currently powerless god out with one quick, brutal punch; might've helped that he had brass knuckles adorned on his hand, that and hitting him in just the right spot.

"On my way down to coordinate search and rescue..."

Captain Rogers? Why in Valhalla was he hearing his voice right now? Of all the times that it could be happening, spiraling down onto the ground as he blacked out. Another memory it seemed to be. Perhaps a good hint as to where he had seen these men before. Loki's vision had blurred in those brief few seconds it took for him to be rendered unconscious and following the sound of Cap's voice, he had heard one of the men chanting the words 'hail Hydra'; the others repeating it back to him for some apparent reason. Hydra－that seemed important to remember and he hoped he would upon awakening. Two of the men then grabbed him by his ankles and dragged him up to their van, where they picked him up and tossed him into the back of it. They chained him down to the floor just in case he would wake up before they returned to base and to be on the safe side should he attempt to escape from them. They had plans now for him and the cube; especially the cube. Horrific, unspeakable plans. To them, there was no time to waste and so they immediately sped off, heading back to their base after covering their tracks and the very spot where Loki had landed earlier.

Two hours later. Hydra base.

'Hail Hydra'.

Those words echoed in the god's mind repeatedly as he gradually came back to consciousness and he didn't know what exactly it was, but something about them gave him bad vibes. Loki groaned as he awakened more and his head ached a little (no thanks to that hard hit he had taken). He shook the awful feeling off, his long raven locks falling out of place; however so slightly. It wasn't like it mattered much anyway as his hair had already been disheveled from his earlier crash landing. Though his bruises and cuts had healed up. He squinted his eyes shut a couple of times, before allowing them to remain fully open and looked around at his surroundings. When he did that, he saw that he was in some dark, dingy place and got the sense that it had once been abandoned for some time; until these men took it over. This place certainly wasn't a five star resort, nor did it hold the pristine, golden status of the palace back in Asgard. It reeked of this strong, musty scent, causing the trickster to scrunch his nose up in disgust and the walls were stained with what appeared to be blood and probably many other substances－honestly, Loki didn't want to know what else was on the walls. He was sure that he'd hurl if he did. The floors were filthy, obviously in major need of a thorough cleaning and then some. Hel, it was probably better to just burn this place to the ground; that's how bad it was.

Where exactly was he and why was he here? It was the last place in the whole nine realms that he'd rather be. Wherever it was.

Loki kept thinking on those words and the longer he did it, the clearer things started to get. He soon recalled that some men dressed in black cargo pants and a shirt to match had a scuffle with him, which he told himself he would've won was it not for his shackles and he presumed that he was now in their base. Lovely, just freaking perfect. Cuffs sunk into his wrists, making his pale skin red around the edges; that annoyed him too, even if the marks would quickly heal once he found a way to get them off. He had to make a plan and make one fast, he could hear men's voices nearing the cell that he was locked up in. The muzzle had been taken off of him for some reason (though he was thankful for that), but with minimal options available to him Loki decided that he would need to put his smooth talking skills to work.

Loki took a deep breath in and became focused on the task that lay ahead. Well, here goes nothing.

The men stopped in front of Loki's cell with dark menacing expressions on their faces. One of them soon opened the door up, standing in the doorway to block the exit. Foolish mortal, as if that could ever work－especially if the god's powers weren't restricted, then he would really be in for a treat. "Well, well, well, look who's finally awake," the man sneered, stepping further into the cell; he rested his left hand on his belt, keeping close to his weapon. Two others followed behind him, their hands being kept close to their belts as well. Something was definitely up and Loki's senses perked up more than they usually were. Now more than ever it was important for him to do what he needed to do in order to remain aloof in regards to the situation.

"I had a long nap, no thanks to you . Now, if it's all the same to you, I would like to leave this dreadful place. That won't be a problem will it?"

Today that sass would not help him through this predicament he had found himself in. The men shook their heads in refusal and inched themselves closer to the god. This was not going to go well for him but regardless of that, Loki smirked mischievously. Oh, what fun this would be.

"Unfortunately, it will be a problem. We're not quite done with you yet trickster," an agent informed Loki, a threatening tone to his curt, gruff voice. Yes, such fun indeed. Loki was ready for a little chaotic action and now he was about to get it; ready or not. Shackled or not, he was going to put up a fight. There was no way he would allow these beings to touch him again and as the one in front of him went to grab his neck, the god held his restrained hands up to block the movement and then kicked his right foot outward to make contact with the man's stomach. He tumbled over from the strong impact but then before Loki could get to the other two, one of them had pulled out a shock device and tazed Loki with it. Excruciating pain formed in his side, his Jotun physiology keeping him conscious throughout the ordeal. While he did everything to fight the pain, a collar was wrapped around the god's neck. It was fastened tightly and once secured, the other man pulled on the chains that had been restricting his hand movements since his arrival, urging Loki forward with him with a rough, impatient yank.

Loki kept plotting his revenge for this less than ideal treatment he was receiving. This was no way to treat Asgardian royalty, let alone a god. The agent who had placed the collar around his neck, pulled a remote out from his pocket and brought it to Loki's attention. "One wrong move or another snarky remark and that collar will shock you. Unless I push the red button on this remote, then you'll die. Your head will blow right off of your shoulders," he warned him, a wicked grin on his face as he stared down Loki. It was almost as if he was daring the god to mess up again and to be honest, he was hoping for it.

Loki glared back and resisted as much as he could, his feet practically dragging along the cold, damp concrete flooring. His legs didn't want to go any further and he felt like a stubborn mule and to the Hydra agent, that's exactly what this god was to him. No more resistance. A shock soon jolted onto Loki's bare neck, causing the god to clench his teeth together as he fought his hardest not to make a single cry of agony nor a plea of mercy. They wanted to break him and he wasn't about to let them. He would rather die than give up and let his guard down. If bending him to their each and every whim was their plan then they would have to do so much better than that. After all, this god had been through and survived worse. Much, much worse. Far greater pains and tortures that they could never have thought of themselves. Pathetic beings, once he broke free of these restraints, they would be sorry. They would all be sorry.

As Loki was led down the dingy, dim corridors, many agents now surrounding him, he glanced around through the spaces between bodies and saw a bunch of large equipment in one room. He narrowed his blue-green eyes more as he noticed more agents in the room, gathered around something or perhaps, someone. The further down the corridor he went with his 'wardens', that's what he decided to dub them, the more Loki got a better view of what was going on in this particular room. There was a man with long dark brown hair that fell inches above his shoulders, who was also bare chested (revealing his metal arm and the scarring that went along with it on his shoulder) and his wrists were restrained to this chair. His expression seemed blank, as if he had no emotion whatsoever; presumably in an attempt to not feel anything. Maybe he didn't. How could anyone feel anything in a place like this? Especially with company like these horrible, awful men. It was deemed impossible in Loki's perspective.

Curiosity started to get the better of him and the god wondered what they were doing or about to do to this man. No, it didn't matter and it wasn't like he could help him anyway－even if he wanted to. He had his own problem to sort out and wished not to take on the burden of some complete strangers issues. Whatever was about to happen to him would just have to occur. No matter how bad it could be. No matter how broken this man seemed to be, as if he had been through Hel and back just as Loki had been several times over. He could sense that this handsome stranger had bottled up so much pain but he wasn't about to let his guard down for any of this. Not now, not ever.

"Wipe his mind and start over," the voice of a higher authority ordered, his gruff voice bouncing off the glass panes of the inner windows. Loki watched intently as the agents slid a mouth guard into the man's mouth (most definitely to muffle the sounds that were impending) and then hooked the machine up to him, lowering what seemed to be some sort of torture device onto his head. Norns only know what horrors would come of that, it was something that Loki didn't want to know of. Within seconds, the tortures had commenced and cries of agony were expelled deep within from the man's diaphragm, causing Loki to pause in his tracks out of pure trepidation as he watched the scene play out. No, how could they? Monsters. Then again, given what they had previously done to Loki himself, he shouldn't have been so surprised. He was being urged forward and shoved by the men both in front and behind him, but this god wasn't about to budge; no matter how much they shouted at him to move. Tremors filled his mind, then his body and soul as the horrid flashbacks of his own tortures came back.

Thanos. The Other and the Chitauri. It was all coming back to him now, whether he wanted it to or not. The awful pain he had felt, longing for death to capture him into the dark void－it certainly would have been better than what he had gone through. Burn after burn, weakening him greatly. That was the best way to torture a Jotun after all. His eyes had become dark and circles had formed around them. His thin lips were horribly chapped and his skin profuse and sweaty, and his teeth had rotted; making the once healthy prince appear like the poster child of malnutrition now. Should his mother see him like this, it would surely break the Queen's heart more than it already was. After all, she had thought him dead, unaware that after her son's suicide attempt he had been resurrected－only to be used a pawn in the Mad Titan's game of chess and everyone knows that the pawns don't survive for long; luck would have to be on their side if they did. "We will bend him to our will. Keep going until he breaks...." Thanos kept burning him again and again, then over and over. Loki had fought so hard to not let a single plea of mercy or cry of agony spill from his lips but as time went on, the young prince didn't know how much more he could take. His memories had been messed with and he was reminded so brutally that he would never be a king, that he was nothing. His dreams were meaningless and so childlike, hating himself even more than he already had. Maybe that was why he swallowed his pride and let his captor, his abusers place him under mind control. What more could he lose now? He had nothing.

The longer Loki heard the screams of this man, the more he froze in place and the more his own trauma played over and over in his head; much like a stuck record. He couldn't hit the record player to reset it, his hands were restricted and even if he could, would it even work? His eyes pinched themselves shut, pushing back tears. His legs shook, weakening like jelly and his hands soon followed suit, the chains rattling against themselves. Deep within his heart, Loki knew that he was so broken, so damaged. Who would ever want someone like him? At best, he figured that he was beyond repair and deserved to be kept in the cellar under lock and key, never to be seen again. Worthless. Monster. Unloved. So much hate and negativity flooded his mind at this moment and he bought his lies, the ones of his abuser. His father never saw him as 'worthy', he wasn't equal to his brother and now, he was a wanted man. He didn't want to attack New York, but he had to go on with it for the sake of his plan to forewarn of what was coming. The very plan he had concocted while he fought back against the mind control and it was unfortunate that the Avengers hadn't seen through. Not even his own brother, who had spent an entire lifetime around him. Loki would never tell Thor, but it hurt him deeply that he didn't and couldn't realize this. If only all of them had read into his actions and his carefully chosen words a little more, maybe then things would have been different. Perhaps he wouldn't be stuck here now.

Loki didn't want to admit it, but he was petrified. One way or another, he was going to get himself out of here and would find his way back home, if he was even welcome back to Asgard at this point and maybe, just maybe, he would free this man of his pain as well. Whatever his name was, he longed to learn this and hoped that in time he would. He was so tragically stunning and the god wanted to heal his tortured soul. Realizing what he was thinking, the god shook himself out of the brief trance of positivity he had put himself under.

No wait, what am I thinking? I don't care about this mortal. I don't care about any of them. A monster like me doesn't deserve love. Besides, he probably wouldn't want me anyway.

"Come on, keep moving!" A hand lurched Loki forward and the god growled lowly, giving the mystery man one last look, his expression so stoic once the torture had ended. A man spoke some seemingly random words to him in what Loki believed was Russian, and caught a glimpse of him getting out of control, wincing in pain as each word was spoken. It was clear to the god that this was definitely some sort of mind control they put him under and he knew then that the both of them had more in common than previously thought.

No, I will not feel anything for him. I will remain stone cold, it's better this way. For both of us.

Still, Loki couldn't help but keep thinking about him as he carried on down the corridors to a similar room that his newfound crush, whether he admitted it or not, had just been seen in. Great, more torture was coming his way or at least Loki figured that was about to happen if he didn't comply to their every command. He knew too that he would have to get the tesseract out of their possession, fearing what these guys would do with such power. Then again, he hoped that it would destroy them as they messed with the very thing they didn't even understand. After all, they weren't powerful enough to possess such intense energy and they would never be.

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The Hydra agents had shoved Loki down into a chair, where they pinned his wrists down on the armrests. There was no way he was going to escape this newly fresh Hel, not in this moment and definitely not on their watch. It was deemed close to impossible without a solid plan as they had a literal god in their possession now and though they knew what he was capable of should he break free, it didn't phase them. In fact, they held this sense of hope that they could bend Loki to their will and get this trickster to be on their side; to fight alongside them. No matter what it took for them to convince the god to do so. They imagined how powerful Hydra could be with a potential ally like Loki and how greatly this would help their cause for global domination. First of all, they would need to get some information from him by any means necessary－ about him and about the tesseract, which they had plans to turn into a bomb. A new face had entered the room, a tall dark and brooding man with a muscular build. He was dressed in the same attire as these other agents and there was a dangerous expression in those deep brown eyes of his. As he neared the group, one of his allies had referred to this man as 'Rumlow.' and seconds later, an agent soon informed this Rumlow guy that Loki was ready for his interrogation. Well, as ready as one could be when it was forced upon them.

Seriously, couldn't a god just go home and indulge in his favourite Shakespeare play? Apparently not, as he was stuck here with men who were about to attempt to pry information out of him.

Of course, that didn't mean that he had to tell them anything and that was exactly his plan－ he wouldn't give them any information. Torture him if they shall. He could handle it, that's the lie he was currently telling himself. Surely mortal men couldn't do that much damage, could they? He was about to find out. Rumlow got close to Loki, almost getting right in his face; might as well have been, he was just mere inches away.

Personal space? Ever hear of that Rumlow? No, I didn't think so. By the Norns, this was turning out to be quite a tedious day.

He had sat down on a grey metal chair in front of the god, the back of the chair facing Loki and had rested his arms on the top of it. "Alright Asgardian, tell me everything that you know. Now," there was an urgency in his deep, gruff voice. Pushy much? Loki thought so but he soon realized that he could have some fun with this and so, in his typical snarky fashion he did. Everything you say? Loki had thought, a small smirk forming on his face. Alright, that is what you'll get. It's just too bad he hadn't specified. "Well for starters, you really lack a sense of fashion. I mean, don't get me wrong. Black is always in style but not in those clothes and that hair cut? It's so ten years ago and don't get me started on your living conditions. Do you not have any dignity or self respect left in yourselves. Such a shame."

That was the first strike and without a single warning, a shock wave was sent coursing through Loki's body; moving from his neck and spreading rapidly from there. Loki's icy genetic makeup kept him from passing out, forcing him to feel the pain in full consciousness. It was almost completely immobilizing and it would have been, if it wasn't for the device being on a low setting; that didn't mean it tickled though, he certainly wasn't laughing here. He had a good feeling that the more frequently it were to be done, the higher that intensity would rise. That potential threat wasn't going to stop him from being his stubborn self though. Loki possessed the sort of strength that most only long to know and with the experience of the curve balls that life threw at him, he rightfully earned it. Emotionally and mentally strong, the kind that didn't matter on Asgard or even Midgard it seemed. Quite unfortunate.

'You can handle this Loki, it's nothing you haven't been through before', the god kept telling himself, clenching his jaw together in an attempt to endure the pain. The truth was, he wished that he could pass out and cursed his Jotun physiology for not allowing that and maybe it was for the better in this case. Who knows what these men would do to him if he were unconscious? Loki shook those dark, gloomy thoughts away, not wanting to know. "Not that. You know damn well what information we're seeking. What do you know of the tesseract? How do we harness its energy," Rumlow growled, evidently furious with this god's sass. This apparently wasn't the kind of game he wanted to play. What a poor sport. Ah that. Too bad Loki wasn't planning on giving it to them, not even a teeny tiny little crumb. He wouldn't dare break down, for as long as he possibly could anyway. There was one thing he would tell them though－how foolish they were. Not that they would listen but Loki just wanted to put it out there; just for the sake of it.

"You're not strong enough to hold such power. You see, these stones are not meant for mortal beings and it will destroy you if you touch them. The radiation they contain is far too much for your weaker forms," Loki informed them, a smug expression on his godly features.

That was clearly the wrong thing to say as yet another shock jolted through his body, much stronger this time; as he had anticipated. He fought tirelessly to not show any sign of breaking, bending to their will. He was stronger than that and much wiser than to subdue to their stupid little game. It didn't matter how high they turned up the intensity of these shock waves, he would never give in.

"You know, I'm tired of hearing his smart remarks. Keep shocking him for a while and maybe then, he'll be ready to cooperate," Rumlow ordered, the agent nodding to accept his command. His peer looked at him, arching a brow out of curiosity. "What if he doesn't cooperate after all of that?" Rumlow smirked darkly as he glanced back at the man. "Then we'll kill him."

There was a nod of understanding from the man and then all attention was soon put back onto Loki, the torturing commencing promptly from that moment forward. Little by little, the pain became greater gradually by a minute or two each time the agent amped things up. Loki kept a brave facade painted on his face, staring the man down with a vengeance. No breaking, don't you dare. Not for these men, not for anyone. After several minutes, the device had been maxed out and Loki was just barely cracking under the agony, a small groan escaping from his throat; he tried to suppress it but it insisted on coming out. Damn it.

He gritted his teeth and his fingers grabbed onto the edge of the armrest, his knuckles turning white. Tears threatened to fall from the surface of his eyes, he begrudgingly pushed them back with a few blinks. His limbs began to shake or maybe they weren't. At this point, he really couldn't tell anymore nor did he want to; weakness would not be shown, not today. He needed to distract himself as he knew that they were going to draw this out－there was just this uneasy feeling that told him so. His mind had chosen to think of that mystery man he'd seen earlier and something told the god that the torture was like this for him, perhaps even worse. Whoever had it worse out of the two of them mattered not, it was just plain sickening for either one of them to have gone through it. Loki knew what it was like having your mind erased, where all of the most pleasant memories (even the dreadful ones) that one kept tucked away for safekeeping being distorted or turned to something that seemed to be all too good to be true. He knew of the heart wrenching pain that was felt, just knowing that he'd never see his loved ones again, the ear piercing, glass shattering screams and how terrible it felt to be tortured, conditioned into the very thing that all feared－a monster, a villain.

I just want to go home, but nobody's home...end this pain...

It was clear to Loki that this man also had no home to go back to but that was nothing. Nothing but a thing of the past and evidently Loki empathized with that, never really feeling as if he belonged anywhere. Not Asgard, not Jotunheim and definitely not here on Midgard. A lone wolf exiled from the rest of the pack. How he wished things could be different but knew that they would never be. How could they? He would forever be an outcast, the forgotten son. That sense of belonging was so far out of reach to him, it wasn't funny. Enough was enough. Loki had decided that he was going to break free from this Hel and the only way to do that was to make them think that he was finally ready to give them what they sought. He would have to act the part and he was all for it of course as it meant that he got to be his mischievous self.

Cue the dramatics. Lights, camera, action!

Loki slowly let his emotionless mask down, showing expressions of pain and anguish on his face. A single tear rolled down his cheek, the god allowing it; just this once. It was part of his grand scheme after all. "Alright stop! I'll tell you..just...just please stop," he screamed out, seemingly trying to keep his breathing even. Rumlow made a motion at his compadre, which had given the man the go ahead to cease the torture. Loki panted heavily, fatigued from the multiple shocks and tilted his head down towards the floor in the hopes of appearing as if he were played out from the past event; not daring to make eye contact with anyone. He soon heard footsteps and the chair shuffling around him, being moved out of the way as Rumlow and his fellow agent neared the god, they were about to do something to him but Loki wasn't sure what just yet. It didn't matter, he had a plan. He always did. "You have three seconds to talk or we won't hesitate to shock you again." Such an empty threat.

The man who held the remote now stood in front of him and before he could even push the button once again, Loki lurched his legs forward (a grand mistake on their part not tying them down) and knocked the man down on his back onto the cold, hard concrete floor. The god smoothly caught the remote between his ankles, and tossed the device up into the air, all while hoping that no one else would catch it before he could. Luckily, even bound to a chair he was much faster than them; thank you superhuman speed. His right hand now held onto the small black device and he flicked the switch on it that soon freed him of that damned collar. He felt his power coursing through his body, coming in strong and as his healing factor replenished his godly strength. At that moment, Loki broke himself free of his restraints; his seidr blasting the cool metal off of his wrists in green shimmers of mystical swirls.

The God of Mischief was back, baby. Damn it felt good, so bloody good.

Loki cracked his knuckles while wearing a playful smirk on his face and he soon strutted his way over to Rumlow, more than eager to go a round with the man. More green coloured mystical swirls glowed around Loki's fingertips and he kept his eyes locked on Rumlow; who had his gun out and ready to fire. He rapidly shot a few bullets at him but Loki just kept approaching him; not giving a single care in the world. Pathetic, absolutely pathetic. It was so laughable in fact. The bullets might as well have been made of rubber, as they bounced off of the god, his skin immune to such attacks. "Oh dear, did that not work. Too bad," Loki retorted, using his seidr to throw Rumlow back against the wall. Others came for Loki, but one by one they failed miserably, this god far too much for them to handle. Daggers were flying about the room, maiming the men enough so that they couldn't move. Some of them were rendered unconscious from the intense blast of Loki's magic, while others were as good as dead; having been too close to the power. Rumlow now struggled to get back up, groaning lowly in pain. Loki wasn't finished with him just yet. He tossed the man into the very chair that Loki had been restrained to, chains magically restricting his movements.

"My my, haven't we been misbehaving far too much Rumlow. That's saying a lot coming from me too. In fact, I think you should sit here and think about what you've done. Oh, and I'll be taking this back now," Loki taunted, a smug smirk on his face as he glanced from Rumlow to the table where the briefcase that housed the tesseract was. The god walked over to the briefcase, opening it up and grabbed the tesseract out of it. Finally, he had retrieved it and maybe now he could get out of this horrid place. Oh right, he had one last thing before doing that. It was time to burn this place to the ground or at least destroy it in some way, shape or form. There would be one thing, or should he say a person, that would stand in his path to freedom though－that mystery man he kept denying he had feelings for of course.

He was a little bit dangerous right now, his mind trapped under the effects of the brainwashing. Loki cat walked his way out of the room, his magic transforming his torn up outfit back to its former glory and he kept that smirk on his face, making his journey down the corridors that led to the main control room where he knew he could really make a statement; a big bold statement as a matter of fact. He knew that there was equipment in there that would cause the place to self-destruct as long as the right, or wrong in this case, information was entered. Of course, Loki had managed to grab that information as he retrieved the tesseract, sneakily reading a sticky note that was poorly placed under some panel. That would be their mistake, one that would cost them their lives at the worst case scenario.

Just as Loki was about to turn the corner, he felt an intense stare on his back and he slowly spun around, that smirk deepening. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw that familiar man looking at him with murderous intent－this wasn't the same man whose eyes had been flooded with pain, regret and that expression that told Loki he felt so lost. Loki raised his hands up defensively, careful not to make any sudden moves. It's not that he was afraid of this man, he just knew better than to trigger him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him but if he needed to, then he was more than ready to defend himself. It seemed as if this man remembered seeing Loki around as well, there was a puzzled expression that had formed on his face. He glanced away, then back to the god; certainly feeling so befuddled right now. There was something about him that made him feel as if he wasn't alone, but he couldn't put a finger on exactly what it was. That moment of reminiscing was short lived, as one of the free agents who hadn't been in the room with Loki had come along and re-calibrated this man with a little jolt, giving some orders in Russian for him to kill the god. No matter the cost, even if it meant his own life in the end.

Alright, it was time for a fight and as Loki saw the man draw a knife from his side, he too summoned his daggers into his hands. This would be such fun, Loki loved to do this dance. Both of them did a running start at each other, their blades clinking and clanking against the others. This man managed to give the god a little shove and then kicked his legs out from under him, pinning him down to the floor. From there, he started to punch him, leaving cuts and bruises scattered onto Loki's alabaster complexion. As that metal fist rose up above his face again, Loki used his magic to freeze it in place, just inches above his face and threw the man off of him. "Snap out of it. I don't know who you are but I can tell that this isn't who you are," Loki stressed, hoping that he could get through to this man. It seemed at that moment, he might as well have been talking to the wall. He was soon charged at again, but was prepared for it and searched for some sort of object he could use to knock him out. There was nothing of use and so Loki opted to use his own fist, hitting the man with all of his strength; wondering why he hadn't done this sooner. An act of faith perhaps that this brainwashed assassin would come back to reality. As good a reason as any, one could suppose.

He was now rendered unconscious and Loki hoped that upon his awakening, he would no longer be under the control of Hydra. Loki picked him up and slung him over his shoulders, teleporting the two of them to the control room and then entered the information his keen mind had absorbed, that soon began the self destruct sequence. Now, Loki was highly intelligent and so he knew better than to just up and leave it like that. Someone would surely try to stop this and that's the exact reason why he locked the whole system down with a spell that only he could break.

'Self destruct sequence in one minute. Fifty nine seconds. Fifty eight. Fifty seven.

Time was ticking and Loki went over to the back exit, awaiting the arrival of any agent who dared try to stop this; his newfound crush still passed out over his shoulder. He was confident that he could get out of there in plenty of time. Teleportation was a thing for him after all. Loki glanced down to the countdown clock, it's large red numbers diminishing more and more.

Forty five seconds remaining. Tsk, tsk. Not a single soul was there yet, it was such a shame; the god had hoped to see the grim look on their faces as they learned that they couldn't stop this. Looks like they were all going to be disappointed today. Tragic.

Time got away, getting less and less and with only thirty seconds left, Loki was certain that no one was going to show. Until he was pleasantly surprised as several agents entered the room. "What took you so long?" A cheeky grin on his face, stretching from ear to ear. Needless to say, not a single soul in Hydra was impressed. The men all glared at the god, some of them soon rushing over to the main controls to stop this. It ended in hysterics for Loki as they got shot back from the force of magic that was placed over the controls and he flashed them a cocky grin, as they moved quickly to surround him. Obviously they hadn't learned from the last time. "Oh I'm terribly sorry fellas, I'd love to have another bout with you but I'm afraid that your time is up," he informed them, motioning to the clock that now said 'five seconds' on the screen; the voice over soon repeating that.

Without further adieu, Loki teleported himself and this broken man out of the base. Just in the nick of time too, as the whole place exploded inward and then went outward with a ground shuddering blast; nothing but rubble left behind, a few miraculous survivors as well. "You're safe now. We're both safe now."

That was a promise in which Loki intended to keep, for as long as he possibly could. No matter what happened to him, he would see that this man wouldn't suffer because of his past.

~~~~~~~~~

Several miles away from the base and Loki had carefully rested this handsome stranger onto the ground, looking down at him in awe. He went to caress his strong jawline but quickly hesitated, deciding that if there were to be a moment like that, then it should occur naturally and while the man was awake. Loki didn't know when this man would wake up though and so he used a spell on him, touching his fingers to the man's temple as he did so, hoping that it was enough to do the trick. A low groan was heard seconds later and the man's face scrunched up in the slightest way. His eyes fluttered open and for the first time as Loki was face to face with him, he was able to gaze deeply into that sea of blue. He looked back into Loki's eyes, the two of them having this unspoken understanding of the fact that they had something in common; only Loki knowing what that was. "Who are you," the man asked, his voice soft as it flowed out of his mouth like the smoothest of chocolates. Fair question.

"I am Loki." That's all the god replied, unsure if he was deserving enough to note that he was of Asgard. It didn't feel right to him at this time and maybe it never would; perhaps in the future it would be fathomable. Hopefully. Loki. It seemed like an odd name to someone who grew up in the forties, but it had a nice ring to it nonetheless.The man nodded and before he could say anything more, Loki soon asked him the same question, wishing to learn the name of the one who had him feeling so...infatuated. How that was even possible, Loki didn't quite understand. "James Buchanan Barnes, but I prefer Bucky." Finally, a name to put to this stunning face. "How did we get out here? You're not with Hydra, are you?" Another reasonable question and now it was time for the god to do some explaining, which he hoped wouldn't seem too far fetched to Bucky. "Well you see Bucky, I uh, I had a crash landing here, those details aren't too important though and after that I lost something important to me but while I was searching for it, Hydra, as you call them, captured me and it wasn't long until I saw you in their base. They were doing unspeakable things to you and," Loki paused, pondering over whether or not he dared to finish that sentence. He didn't wish to trigger nor upset Bucky. It seemed as if Bucky had gotten the picture though, a small smile that was followed by a saddened expression in his eyes soon formed on his features.

"Ah yes. The brainwashing. It's been my whole life ever since the forties and I don't like talking about it. It's just a living nightmare to me." Bucky glanced away, feeling ashamed of what his life had become and Loki felt his heartbreaking from the sight. No, there was no way that he was going to let him suffer alone－it didn't have to be that way. "I caused the base to self destruct and got you to safety, once I freed myself from those...agents. You're welcome for that." Silence. A brief one. Bucky nodded in response. "Thank you Loki."

His voice was so lovely to hear, even in the worst of circumstances. So alluring. What am I doing? Love is such a childish notion but here I am falling further and further for him. I am but a fool...a fool for him. Bucky, my Bucky. Might as well take the plunge. He was already this far gone after all and if something was going to destroy him, then it might as well be Bucky and his newfound and ever growing feelings for him.

Loki held his hand, his metal one, and looked dotingly into his ocean blue eyes. Bucky had flinched slightly, wanting to pull his hand away from Loki. "I hate this part of me." Fortunately for Bucky, Loki could understand why; their left arms both reminders of how different they were compared to the rest of their worlds. Loki gave it some thought for a moment and though he hated his Jotun heritage, despised it actually, he had soon decided that perhaps it would help his cause if he shared a small detail about himself as well. Hopefully he wouldn't come to regret it. "It's okay Bucky, I know what you mean. I hate a part of myself as well but I can't show you. I don't want to hurt you, but please be grateful for that. I was born an ice cold monster, at least that's what I've been taught about the inhabitants of my home realm. Jotunheim." That was enough of showing the slightest vulnerability, Loki figured. He loathed feeling that way.

Bucky looked back at him and there was a tiny smile on his face that went in hand with a subtle nod. It seemed as if he had understood and thankfully for Loki, Bucky never pressed him to show him what exactly he was talking about. There had been obvious distress in the god's eyes as he shared that information, a familiar emotional distress in which Bucky had experienced each time he went through the mind wiping, the experiments. All of it. The horrors were still so fresh in his mind and they would forever be; it seemed as if there was no escape, perhaps not until Loki had almost miraculously appeared in his life and rescued him. They both kept an ardent gaze on each other, Loki's emotions only intensifying the longer he looked at Bucky. He was drowning in these feelings and to be honest, he seemed to be perfectly alright with that. Never before had there been this much passion burning through the god's body and he longed to know how those lips felt against his own, slowly leaning forward while caressing Bucky's left cheek. Did he feel the same way as the Aesir prince felt for him? There was only one way to find out. Loki brushed his lips up against Bucky's, getting a little teasing in to feel out the moment; a little flirting method of his. "Forgive me," he whispered against those luscious lips of Bucky's.

He pressed a tender kiss to his lips, gradually becoming much more voracious as he pulled the man closer to him. Bucky felt a spark jolt through his body as the god's lips made contact with his, gently caressing them in a passionate, sincerely loving bout of affection. He wrapped his arms around him, tangling his right hand into those long, loosely curled raven tresses. Never before had he felt so alive than he was in this moment and he hoped that feeling would never go away. Maybe it didn't have to. Low moans escaped from them, breaths swapping between the two of them in faint pants. After lingering in the kiss for a few moments more, Loki gradually pulled away and looked back at Bucky with a dazed expression in his shimmering blue-green eyes. Beautiful. Ethereal, so ineffable. That seemed like the only way to describe that kiss and yet, it still didn't seem fitting.

"That was..nice," Bucky softly spoke, still in awe of what had just happened. It had been far too long since his last kiss and he was thankful that if some random person was to give him one, it had been this tall, dark haired god; who just happened to be insanely attractive too. Loki smiled a little and licked his lips for a brief second, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah. It was."

Things remained unclear for Loki though, despite the kiss that the two of them had just shared. He wasn't certain if this was simply just a kiss or if this now meant that the two of them were something more than whatever this was. Had Bucky just been as starved as Loki himself was for some form of affection or did he kiss him back because he genuinely liked him back? Answers were needed and the sooner he got them, the better it would be. They could go on with their lives after this if need be.

Could Loki live on without Bucky by his side though? He told himself that he could, but knew deep down that he wouldn't want to. He didn't want to feel alone anymore, that had grown quite old to him. Don't make it so obvious. Probably a little late for that though, considering you just kissed him Loki!

He knew what needed to be said now. There was this comfortable silence floating around in the air as the two of them continued to gaze into each other's eyes. Now seemed as good a time as any to say something, anything. "Bucky, I don't know where I'm going from here but I do know that I would like to be in your company wherever I end up. Won't you join me," he questioned, a small glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

Naturally, he was preparing for heartbreak. Rejection. Thank you for that dear father, both of them and every traumatic event in between.

Bucky stayed silent for a moment but not because he was thinking of a way to gently break it to Loki that he didn't want that. In fact, it was the complete opposite. He couldn't, for the life of him, think of some clever and flirtatious thing to respond with. Maybe he didn't need to be so articulate though. A simple word might just suffice here. His hands held onto Loki's as he deeply gazed into his eyes, a warm smile on his face. His expression was full of hope and he had a good feeling in both his gut and his heart that this felt like the right thing to do.

"Yes." It was just one word but it spoke volumes. There was happiness and love locked within those three letters, along with a sense of trust. To Bucky, it seemed like a risk to take but what was there to lose when you've already lost everything and everyone from your past life? When you lost who you once were? He was more than ready to take the plunge. At first, Loki was rather surprised by this answer but then as he realized it wasn't a lie, a soft smile grew onto his face. Finally, someone had accepted him and was there to understand what it felt like to feel like you don't belong anywhere or as if you're some kind of freak show. No longer would either of them feel so alone and perhaps in time, they would admit that this was the beginning of a wonderful love story. That there was an unspoken thing going on between them from the very moment they'd locked eyes. They would end up being more than glad that they had found each other and though there would be the odd fight, it would never get in the way of the special bond the two of them would come to form over time. It was apparent that this would rapidly grow into the kind of love that many sought out but was so rare to find. True love, soulmates if you will.

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Supergirl: Alternative Mon-El Secrets

So, right now, the Supergirl fandom seems to think that Mon-El’s secret is only about his identity back on Daxam (e.g. being the prince rather than a guard for the royal family). But what if his former identity isn’t the only thing that he’s kept secret?

Below the cut for length and spoilers through 02x14 Homecoming.

Let’s Start with the Facts

Mon-El arrived in a Kryptonian pod, which seems odd, given that multiple conversations have suggested that Daxamites traveled through space. (02x04 Survivors, 02x09 Supergirl Lives) So, why wasn’t he in a Daxamite spacecraft?

Mon-El arrived wearing very simple clothing - a red shirt, black pants. (02x01 Adventures of Supergirl)

Mon-El’s spaceship traveled through the Well of Stars, a place where time doesn’t pass, and it took him thirty-seven (37) years. This is strange, given that Kal-El’s journey took far less time, anywhere from one to ten years, though most versions put it at two to three years. What’s up with the discrepancy?

He crashes to earth and his first impulse is to send a message to Daxam. (02x03 Welcome to Earth)

When he first wakes up, he doesn’t know what happened to Daxam. He claims that the reason he left the planet was because Krypton’s explosion made him “get out of there in a hurry.” (02x03 Welcome to Earth)

When he discovers that the name of the planet they’ve been stranded on is Maaldoria (Slaver’s Moon), he insists that they get out of there right now. This might not be relevant, though, as he said they should leave repeatedly before he knew the name of the planet. It just seemed important that they leave now that he knew they were on Maaldoria. (02x09 Supergirl Lives)

When asked what he would do if he saw his father again, after assuming he was dead, Mon-El said that he would run because his father wasn’t a good man. (02x14 Homecoming)

Now, the Questions...

A Sketchy Ride Right now, as Mon-El tells the story, he and the prince needed to escape Daxam the day that Krypton died--because it was being pelted with meteors. This particular exchange is interesting:

PRINCE: This is a Kryptonian ship. The emissaries?

MON-EL: Dead. And so is their planet.

-- 02x04 Survivors

It seems like the reason this Kryptonian pod was on Daxam was because there were Kryptonian emissaries who likely traveled to and from Daxam with this ship. That would explain why there was any exchange at all about the emissaries when attempting to flee in the middle of a planet-wide disaster.

So, firstly, what happened to the emissaries? Maybe they died in the general chaos and destruction, but that seems a little... convenient.

Secondly, why didn’t Daxam have a spaceship to take the prince (or anyone) off of Daxam during a crisis? This seems like good common sense for a space traveling people. If not a spaceship, then at least a transmat or something that would enable people to escape to safety. I suppose it’s possible that the Daxamite fleet of spaceships was decimated, leaving the Kryptonian pod as the only option. But again, that seems... weird. Right? After all, the pod was just sitting out in the open. There was nothing protecting it from meteors but dumb luck.

It’s possible that, in order to save their prince, the Daxamites stole the Kryptonian pod from the emissaries, essentially sentencing them to die in the chaos. Or they might’ve executed the emissaries in order to secure the pod.

It’s also entirely possible that the Daxamites had nothing to do with it. Maybe Mon-El didn’t escape during some epic meteor shower (a dicey situation to fly out of anyway). Maybe he and the prince (or guard, whoever) in the story made a plan to steal the Kryptonian pod so Mon-El could escape before Krypton exploded. Maybe they didn’t steal it at all. Maybe the Kryptonian emissaries were in on the plan to smuggle Mon-El out of Daxam, either to save him from the coming chaos... or because he wanted to run away.

But if Mon-El ran, why did he send a distress signal to Daxam almost as soon as he woke up? It’s possible that he knew how long his journey would take (decades), which was more than enough time for his troubles to pass. It’s also possible that whatever he was running from was a limited-time event.

For example, Daxamites have arranged marriages from birth--you reach a certain age, and BAM, you’re latched to that person. What happens if the selected mate has died (or presumed dead) before the appointed age? I doubt you’d never get married because of that. It’s more likely that you’d somehow acquire a new mate to marry. If that’s the case, then Mon-El may have only intended to be gone for a few months to a year in order to avoid his pending latching. By the time he returned, his selected mate would be married to someone else... and that’s hardly his fault, right?

Possibility summary: Stolen Pod, Cohooting with the Emissaries, Mon-El Ditching Daxam for a reason other than impending doom

Dress the Part Mon-El arrived in a simple red shirt, which might be because he was traveling light/running for his life. But it also might be because he was dressed as a guard (either as a disguise or because he actually was a guard). He isn’t wearing any sign or seal on his clothing, which seems like a requirement for royal families, right?

One theory is that Mon-El betrayed the prince, stealing the pod to escape and leaving the prince to die. I find this hard to believe because the first thing he does when he wakes up is beam a message to Daxam. Chances are, if you betrayed the Royal Family, you wouldn’t call up that planet again and hope everyone’s forgotten about that little misstep.

(I suppose Mon-El might’ve been escaping to Daxam, rather than from Daxam. But that seems like another ball of wax entirely.)

But if he cahooted with the emissaries to escape, a disguise would’ve been in order. He might’ve disguised himself as a guard to sneak out of the palace to evade his looming nuptials--or pretty much anything at all.

Another theory is that Mon-El was not coming from Daxam at all. He might have originated from Daxam, but he could’ve been in the Well of Stars indefinitely. It’s possible that he was born and raised on Daxam before becoming a member of The Legion Of Super-Heroes. In the mythos of the comics, Mon-El’s counterpart (Lar Gand) was dying from lead poisoning and asked Superman to send him to the Phantom Zone (where, like the Well of Stars, time does not pass). This enabled him to survive in stasis until a cure for his fatal Lead “allergy” could be discovered. Depending on the series, Mon-El/Lar Gand winds up getting his cure either in the 20th, 21st, 30th, or the 31st century via the Legion and returning to his life as a superhero.

For reference, a few nods to the Legion have come up. In the Flash, when traveling to Earth-2, they see a Legion flight ring in their multiverse collage. In Supergirl 01x15 Solitude, there is also a Legion flight ring displayed in the Fortress of Solitude.

So what if Mon-El, newly cured of his lead poisoning, crashed lands on earth with a super-sketchy memory? He runs away and spends the rest of the day trying to contact Daxam, his birth planet. We know precious little about him before Kara informs him that Daxam is gone. She mentions that Daxam was showered with debris from Krypton - and he insists that was why he left. But... what if that’s not true at all? What if he couldn’t remember why he left Daxam, and all he can remember is bits and pieces of his old life (protecting people, that Daxam had a monarchy, etc.)? He could’ve taken Kara’s information - about debris falling and danger - and sort of... creating an origin story. Not because he wanted to lie.

But it’s not like he’s lying entirely. It’s just that he honestly doesn’t recall, or because his mind is all jumbled, or because what he does remember makes him sound insane. (Such as time travel/Flashpoint.)

Obviously, parts of his memory return, as he can give Kara advice about Alien Gladiators and such... and he tries to tell her something “about Daxam” when he’s dying in Cadmus custody... but all that comes later. It’s possible that his memory takes time to return.

Possibility summary: Betrayal, Pretending him he was a guard, Time-traveling Legionnaire/Legion of Superheroes (31st century or 20th century), Flashpoint woes

What’s in a name? So, in the comics, Mon-El is an invented name. He had amnesia. He saw similarities between himself and Kal-El, so he took the surname El. And he landed on a Monday, so he decided his first name would be Mon. Hence, Mon-El. But there was never a Mon-El of Daxam in the comics. He was Lar Gand of Daxam who called himself Mon-El when he had amnesia here on earth.

The show, on the other hand, has had the mysterious aliens searching for “Mon-El of Daxam,” which suggests that his name isn’t something he invented on earth... unless, of course, the mysterious aliens searching for him are from the future and know his name (but not his location???) because of it.

Is it possible that Mon-El, when he woke up, had either no recollection of his name, or knew he shouldn’t provide his real name? If so, perhaps he took the last name El from Kara--he mentions specifically that he recognizes the Kryptonian Glyph (for the House of El) on her chest. Mon might be because he woke up on a Monday, or because it was the only thing he could think of at the time. Thus... Mon-El.

Possibility summary: Amnesia, Invented name, Time-traveling bounty hunters

Travel Delays Traveling from Krypton/Daxam varies wildly. Kal-El takes about 2-3 years (sometimes not even that long). Kara took 24 years, but she was trapped in the Phantom Zone, not traveling toward the planet... not until Indigo used her pod to pull Fort Rozz out of the Phantom Zone (01x15 Solitude). So why did it take Mon-El 37 years to travel from Daxam to Earth?

Even if Daxam was on the opposite side of its own galaxy from Krypton, that wouldn’t account for his time issue. Time doesn’t pass in the Well of Stars (where, on the show, Mon-El passed through). So was he trapped in the Well of Stars until someone/something shook his pod free, just like Kara’s? Or did he travel through the Well of Stars -- not aging, but traveling -- and it took him frickin’ 37 years to get to earth? Why?

This is a supporting argument for Mon-El as a Legionnaire theory. He waited in the Well of Stars until his lead allergy could be healed. Whoever healed him sent him to Earth.

Possibility summary: Legionnaire, Really bad travel guides???

Daddy Issues Mon-El has only mentioned his parents a few times. One time he mentions both his parents, but only in passing.

KARA: My parents gave me so much. And I was so loved. My dad was a scientist and my mom fought for justice. They were proud, strong people. Good Kryptonians and even better parents. And that's the way I want to remember them.

MON-EL: And why shouldn't you?

KARA: Because... They weren't perfect. And no matter how smart they were, or how hard they tried, they couldn't save us.

MON-EL: Yeah, you never met my parents. They weren't exactly role models.

-- 02x04 Survivors

Another time he tells Kara about his father, but only after she asks him a direct question.

KARA: If your father walked through that door right now, after all these years that you thought he was dead, what would you do?

MON-EL: I would run.

KARA: Run?

MON-EL: Because he was not a good man, so...

-- 02x14 Homecoming

He doesn’t elaborate on why his father wasn’t a good man. He also mentions nothing specific about his mother. So perhaps he fled Daxam (or wherever) to escape his parental units?

Then there was the Dominator bowing to him (02x09 Supergirl Lives), which obviously confuses him somewhat... which makes sense if they were bowing to him because of his parents allegiance rather than his own.

Possibility summary: Escaping bad parental units, Escaping the family name

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