"What the hell were you thinking, claiming him?" Stark demanded as the group rode the jet back to the helicarrier. Stark's helmet was off, so the group could see his face, though he kept his suit on, ready to spring back into action. The mating mark on his neck told the world that he'd been claimed by Pepper Potts. It had been such a shock that Howard Stark's heir was an Omega. It had been a bigger shock later when Tony took over the company, acting for all the world like the Alpha that he wasn't.

Agent Romanoff was flying the jet, leaving Cap and Stark to yell at Skye while Loki sat obediently where Skye had carefully strapped him in. He was acting like the captive villain, or like a proper Omega. No one was buying it and was keeping a close eye on him. There was a plan going on in that strategist's mind of his and probably twelve different backup plans.

"I know that he is an Omega and under the control of that staff, the same as the others. Someone is forcing him to do this and that is who we should be after!" Skye told them heatedly, his voice rising. He felt more than saw Loki flinch at the flare of Alpha power and anger. The kitten must've been through a lot to flinch at such a thing that wasn't even directed at him. Skye made a mental note about it to worry about later when things weren't so dire.

Cap shifted, drawing attention to himself. It was an Omega gesture, a subtle way to get attention, without being as boisterous as the Alphas. It was a strange gesture coming from an Alpha. Skye saw the mating mark on Cap's neck too. It was faded, like it had tried to heal over. Cap had been an Omega before he'd taken the serum. He was an Alpha now, but clearly some habits died hard.

Before Cap could speak, there was a clap of thunder. Lightning flashed as a storm brewed up around the jet. Loki flinched again and looked toward the window, looking around expectantly. Stark raised an eyebrow, but it was Cap who spoke, changing whatever he had been going to say from earlier. "What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?"

Skye caught the connection immediately, though wasn't fast enough to speak before Loki did. "I'm not overly fond of what follows," Loki replied dryly his voice Shakespearean, dark, seductive, and hot as Hel.

Skye summoned his armor back into place as the storm's fury increased. There was a thunk of something heavy landing on top of the jet. Stark put his helmet back on and went to open the hatch of the jet. The second it was open, Thor landed there, hammer in hand. Skye had known from the moment Loki spoke, but that still hadn't prepared him to face the crown prince of Asgard, to feel the Alpha's, the god's, immense power. It was that power that had them all frozen in place.

Skye couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't act, as Thor grabbed Loki by the throat and dragged him out of the jet, flying away with him to gods only knew where.

Skye's rage filled him. How dare Thor steal his Omega??? How fucking dare?

"No!!" He roared and ran for the open jet hatch, throwing himself out into the storm after them. Loki was his Omega, under his protection.

And even Thor had no right to steal him away.