Things started going wrong before you even arrived at the auction.

You dozed against Loki for the car ride, lulled by his safe winter scent, and the movement of the SUV.

Wait?

His safe winter scent?

Shit.

You bolted upright. "What is it, love?" Loki asked as you shifted to smell his neck. He probably would have thought that was weird, had you not been a werewolf.

"You're losing my scent," you told him as you sniffed him again. It had been too long and too many showers since your scents had intertwined.

"How do we fix it?" he asked quickly. He knew the plan hinged on sneaking him in in the guise of a werewolf. And illusions alone weren't enough to fool a wolf's nose.

"Well, I'm not having sex with you in the back of a moving vehicle. Especially with your brother and Samuel in the car," you told him flatly. He laughed at the incredulity of that idea. Of course that wasn't going to happen.

"Thank you for that," Thor said dryly.

"Mark him," Samuel suggested from the driver's seat as he concentrated on the road. "It's safe since you can't even partially shift during winter's moon," he reminded you. You flushed at that suggestion.

"That's...not much better than having sex while his brother is in the room," you grumbled.

"I deal with Thor. Just hurry up" Samuel growled. You snarled back in reply. "We don't have a lot of time before we get there and it's the fastest way to conceal him with your scent without having sex," Samuel reminded you firmly.

You sighed and turned to Loki. "Do you trust me?" you asked him softly.

He nodded without any hesitation. "Of course, my darling,"

"If either of those two morons comment, feel free to stab them," you grumbled, hating having to do this. Making out with Loki was one thing. One very enjoyable thing. The sex had been enjoyable as well. Ok, more than enjoyable, but those were both private activities. Though to be fair you had been caught making out in the living room more than once, but it had started as a private activity.

"It's just for the act. I'm sure boyfriend will forgive you for sucking on his neck. Now would you get it over with while I distract us with loud music and a very interesting stretch of highway to keep my eyes on?" Samuel growled. Thor was staring out of the window pointedly ignoring everyone on the car. Smart man.

"Thanks ever so," you snarled, already embarrassed.

"Do I have to do it instead?" Samuel asked innocently.

"NO!" you and Loki both snarled at him.

"Then get on with it,"

You sighed and moved so you were sitting on Loki's lap, straddling his legs. You were grateful for the tall ceiling of the SUV. "Can Asgardians even get hickies?" you asked, realizing that might be a flaw in this plan. They healed so fast.

"Yes," Thor and Loki both replied after you explained the concept to them. Neither of them knew the word. Samuel turned up the music while Loki pulled back the collar of his shirt and held it out of your way, an open invitation. Thor seemed to relax that this was just a hickey. Poor Thor. He didn't know that one of Loki's weaknesses was having his neck kissed, as well a brother shouldn't. Having his neck sucked on? Well, you had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stifle his moans of pleasure before Thor had an aneurysm. That in turn did not at all help the situation, as Loki seemed to... enjoy it a little too much when you had clamped your hand over his mouth. That was something to keep in mind for another time. Right now? You sank your teeth very carefully into the soft flesh of his neck just deep enough to leave an imprint of your very human teeth, not draw blood, this was the part where he had to trust you, and he had tilted his head for you to do it, obviously trusting you.

You kissed his lips lightly when the mark was made, then moved off of his lap. "Sorry, that looks like it hurts," you worried over the purple and red mark on his neck, surrounded by teeth marks. He pulled his collar back into place.

"I assure you, darling, the enjoyment of its creation more than makes up for any discomfort,"

"LALALA" Thor said loudly from the front seat, making the entire car laugh. "There are certain things I do not wish to know about my baby brother. What you and your lady do are at the very top of that list," he grumbled, to more laughs.

"We're almost there," Samuel said as he turned down the radio again.

Loki nodded and got to work crafting his illusions. He pulled a ribbon from thin air and turned to you. "Trust me, darling," he bid you softly. You nodded. He tied the ribbon around your wrists in front of you with a loose bow, that you could easily reach and untie on your own, or just rip the ribbon free. "My illusions are only visual," he reminded you as he cast the first, making the ribbon look like ropes, making it look like you were bound. He waved a hand and there was a dagger sheath at the small of your back. "That dagger can cut through anything, including metal and bone. No one will find it if you're searched. Don't draw it except in a dire emergency, the other illusions on you will disappear if you do, but I'm not sending you in there with no defense," Loki told you firmly. You nodded your agreement. He got to work placing illusions on the others and himself to look like generic men, or potentially what the three men looked like before he had tortured them. You couldn't be sure.

*

You were separated from Thor nearly the instant you entered the auction ground. It was nothing more than a barren patch of land with a stage set up. "The girls come this way," a wolf said and grabbed you from Thor, dragging you out of his grip, which made him succumb to the Silence until Samuel rushed over to him, but by then you were already being led behind the stage. You stumbled and acted like a half-asleep drugged wolf.

"We have eyes on her and Stark's in position for a quick escape," Cap's voice came over the comms in your ears. "Loki, she's safe, get your magic up. You have to stall until Fenrir gets there. Try to get more information in the meantime,"

"Y/N?" Loki's voice came over the comm. "Are you ok?"

You nodded. "Come on, girl," the wolf told you, his grip tight on your arm. "If you guys are interested, the list of available girls it posted up by the stage," he called back to Samuel and Loki. They thanked him and you were led behind the stage.

"Stay calm, Y/N. We have eyes on you," Nat's voice was calming and reassuring. "Stark is hiding at the stage and Clint is in the scaffolding above the stage. Cap and I are watching from the jet, and you know Cap will jump out of the jet with no parachute to come to the rescue,"

"Sit and behave," the wolf told you, pushing you roughly onto a bench. There were two other wolf girls. A girl in her late teens and... a girl who looked to be about five. Every single instinct in your body was telling you to grab that girl and get out of here. Now. The human women were off in a separate area. There were a lot more of them. Some looked to be volunteers, wanting to be turned at any cost, though there were plenty who were obviously not volunteers.

"Wolf-girl, don't do anything stupid. We'll save the kid," Tony told you firmly, obviously seeing where your attention was. You growled softly.

"Is that the Omega?" one of the male wolves asked, looking at you. You tried to keep your gaze down, tried to appear out of it.

"Yes, the crew just brought her in. Right in time too,"

"Captain Rogers," Loki's voice over the comm. "Y/N isn't on the list for the auction. Something's wrong," you heard a snarl in his tone.

"Good, she's already been sold. Put her in the car. Top her off again first and make sure you bind her properly. Those morons obviously had no idea what they were doing. Ropes? Even during winter's moon ropes aren't good enough," the wolf who seemed to be in charge ordered. "Don't hurt the merchandise, or touch it inappropriately. I know how you are. That government agency is paying a shit-ton for her and they want her in immaculate condition. So if you harm so much as a single hair on her head, I will tear off your cock and feed it to the bitches who survive the change,"

"Yes, sir," the wolf replied automatically, though you heard how he hated the order. That didn't matter, the other wolf outranked him, so you were safe.

"Kid, I'm getting you out as soon as they put you in that car," Stark's voice came over the comm. You wanted out of here now. This was not going according to plan. At all.

"Y/N, breathe," Nat's voice again. "It will be ok. You won't be out of our sight and Stark will get you out of there as soon as there are fewer witnesses,"

"The cub," you whispered helplessly.

"We will get the kid. Loki has the entire area cut off. Right now we're focused on getting you out," Stark's voice was actually kind.

The wolf pulled you back to your feet and led you away from the other wolf girls. You had to fight not to reach for Loki's dagger. "The cub is safe," Loki's voice was in your ear. "Samuel is getting her as we speak. Distract them, love. Samuel and Thor will get the girls and I'll leave illusions in their place,"

You could distract them, alright. You let the wolf lead you away until you were out of sight of the other two girls. "Be good pet and I won't hurt you," his voice grated on you. He cut away Loki's ribbon, thinking he was cutting ropes thanks to the illusions. You drew Loki's blade and lunged at him. "Stupid bitch, it's winter's moon," the wolf snarled, not hesitating to fight you. He was trying to be careful not to hurt you. You were under no such constraints. You were vicious with the dagger and were pleased to know that the dagger was silver. The wolf's cuts weren't healing.

You were loud in your fight, yelling to draw the attention of the other wolves around, drawing everyone away from those two girls. You hoped Loki, Samuel, and Thor would hurry, you wouldn't be able to hold off this brute of a wolf for long. He caught your arm with the dagger and held in it a grip you couldn't break. "Drop the knife, idiot girl," he snarled at you, holding your wrist too tight. You tightened your grip, trying to move to hit him, or do something. You yelped in pain when his grip tightened, a crunching noise in your wrist. Your hand went numb and the dagger clattered to the ground. He spun you around roughly and your hands were cuffed behind you an instant later. "Stupid bitch," he told you.

"We have them. Thor is taking them to the SUV now," Loki's voice was back. "Stark is getting you out of there in just a minute. Good job distracting them, love,"

You were half dragged, half led to a crate of supplies. A dart of silver in your arm and you were out of it enough not to fight as chains secured your ankles together, a silver collar, some kind of gag and you were settled a minute later in the backseat of an SUV. Too much silver, way too much, but you'd had to help save the girls.

"Sentry," Tony ordered the Ironman suit as he stepped out of it. He opened the car door. "Hold still, wolf girl," he told you softly. He had Loki's dagger in his hand and cut through your bonds. You could have hugged him. He helped you out of the SUV carefully. "I've got you," he told you when you stumbled and would have fallen.

"Hurry up, Stark,"

"She's barely mobile and shaking like an addict, I can only do so much," Stark snapped back, then turned to your whimper at his tone. "Not mad at you. Come on." He stepped back into the suit, wrapped an arm around you and a moment later you were in the sky, heading for the jet. Rachel's arms pulled you from Tony.

"Samuel, we need to end this quickly. Y/N is in bad shape," Rachel announced as she held you while your body shook uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with her?" Nat asked, kneeling on your other side. You were sitting on the floor of the jet, your back against one of the sides, your knees to your chest.

"Way too much silver. She hadn't fully recovered from the last shot of it. You did well, Y/N. You saved the puppies," she told you as she wrapped a blanket over you.

"Where are the puppies?" you managed to ask.

"They're with Thor. Jarvis, take us down. Fenrir is here." The jet landed a minute later. You tried to stumble to your feet, but it was Thor who calmed you by leading the puppies onto the jet. You opened your arms to them and they ran over to you one on each side, sobbing into your shoulders as you wrapped your blanket around them.

"It's ok, puppies," you told them, despite that you couldn't stop shaking. "You're safe now. The Omega says so," you promised as you held them safe.

"'Mega!" said the little puppy, curling herself more securely in your arms.

You don't know how long you stayed in the pile of puppies with Rachel. Nor did you ever find out what Loki, Samuel, and Fenrir did to the perpetrators of the auction. Cap assured you it was viciously brutal and he nearly puked. That was enough of an answer. Fenrir insisted it would never ever happen again.

Loki rushed in as soon as he possibly could and ran over to you. "Y/N. Are you ok?" he asked. You looked up from your pile of puppies.

"We saved the puppies," you told him. He sighed and grumbled something about Omegas.

"Darling, are you ok?" he asked again. He frowned when he saw you were still shaking.

"Too much silver," you told him. He nodded and pulled you to your feet from the pile of puppies.

"There is still antidote at the tower," Rachel told Loki. He nodded again and glared at your wrist which was a swollen mess. You wrapped an arm around him, steadying yourself.

"Brother, can you teleport back to the tower from here?" Thor asked gently. Loki glared, but nodded yet again. "Take your lady home. We will finish up here. You have both done a warrior's work today,"

Loki's arm wrapped firmly around you. "If you teleport us, I'm going to puke on your shoes," you whimpered, already feeling nauseous.

"I'll risk it to get you home faster," Loki told you with a hint of warmth returning to his voice. He kissed your hair. "Come along, darling. The puppies are safe. Fenrir will be taking them home with him. Rachel will keep them company until then. The rest of the team is safe. Time to let me take care of you," you nodded and laid your head against his chest, firmly shutting your eyes.

You felt your stomach roll as he teleported you. There was a bowl in your hands and he held your hair while you were very thoroughly ill the moment you reappeared.. Even your puke was silver.

That wasn't good at all.

Or logical.

You hadn't eaten the damn stuff.