So I've had this idea for a story for a while now but I had no idea how to go about it. Then suddenly, the new trailer was released and I was completely inspired. This is what I have so far, it's not very long so give it a read and tell me what you think.

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He stared, unblinking, at his own reflection. He took in every flaw, every imperfection that tainted his once glorious form. What had become of him? His strong, slender frame had grown brittle and weak. His eyes were sunken from lack of sleep. His sleek, shining hair had knotted and tangled, giving his once noble face a deranged look.

He tried to look away but he couldn't, all but one wall of the prison he had been condemned to live in was made entirely of a thick, unbreakable glass. There was nothing outside the cell but black, nothing inside but his cot and a table and chair. There was nothing for him to do but watch himself in the glass. He stared into his own hollow eyes, hating the man he had become. His reflection showed him only his failures, it reminded him just how alone he truly was.

"Aargh!" Loki threw a tin cup across the room in anger. It skidded across the floor and stopped in the middle of the room. This only made him angrier. He let out another twisted growl, stood up off his cot and went over to kick the cup the rest of the way. He watched as it collided with the glass, rebounding off the wall slightly before hitting the floor.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen." A voice said from the darkness. He stood perfectly still, listening to the faint sound of footsteps as they drew closer to his glass cage. By the sound of the voice he knew it was a woman, but the delicacy he could hear in the step meant she was probably of noble birth. The female warriors of Asgard had a habit of stomping around like brutes.

"Who is it? Who's there?" He questioned, moving closer to the glass. The voice seemed so familiar but he just couldn't place it. It was driving him mad. "How dare you not answer a son of Odin?"

A hooded figure emerged from the shadows. "But you're not a son of Odin, are you?"

She was smaller than a standard Asgardian female, even with the distance Loki could tell she would probably only come up to his shoulders. He felt his heart start racing as it suddenly dawned on him exactly who the figure was. "Sigyn?"

She lowered her hood, flowing gold locks falling out and spilling over her shoulders. "Hello, Loki."

"Sigyn." He repeated in a whisper. Loki raced over to her and pressed himself up against the glass, forgetting the mask of dignity he would put on for the guards or Thor. His eyes ran over her, taking in every detail. The only thing visible to him was her face, her body hidden beneath her velvet cloak. How had he not known it was her? He should he recognised her voice, the way she walked. Had it really been so long? She had changed, he could tell just by looking at her. The flush in her cheeks had completely disappeared and was replaced with a pale white glow. She was thinner too; the plumpness in her cheeks was missing. But she was still beautiful. Her hair still shone like spun gold, her skin still looked soft and smooth, her eyes….

Then Loki saw it. She was fighting back tears. There was a hurt in her eyes she just couldn't hide. She looked so upset, so broken. But there was something else there, too. Anger. That was why he didn't recognise her voice. 'How they mighty have fallen' she had never spoken to him like that before, with such venom, such disappointment. She was mad at him. Why? Hadn't she realised that what he had done, he had done for honour? To prove himself to the world, to his father, to her? What was wrong with that? It was noble. He felt a sudden rush of anger. She didn't understand, just like they didn't. She thought him a fool and had come here to tell him so.

He backed away from the glass slightly, regaining his composure. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Surely you must have known I'd come to see you eventually." Her voice was like music in his ears. He hadn't realised how long it had been since he heard her speak.

"I would have thought you'd be with your maidens, discussing potential suitors you could take after my execution." He remarked.

"You're not going to be executed, Loki." She said calmly. "You're family made sure of it."

"You didn't have an opinion on the matter?" Loki asked nonchalantly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Am I not part of your family?"

He stared her down coldly. "I have no family."

"Don't be like that Loki, please." He could hear the pain in her voice. "You know you have a family, one that loves you-"

"They don't love me!" He practically yelled. "If they did, why would they lock me down here? Why would they lie to me? Odin, Frigga, Thor. They don't love me, they fear me. They hate me. Just as everyone else does."

"Thor was right, you have changed." She said softly, shifting her gaze down to the stone floor.

"I have changed." Loki agreed, slowly pacing around his cell. "I have realised my true destiny, and I will no longer pretend to be content with living in Thor's Shadow. I am a new man, a new Loki. One more powerful than you could ever imagine."

"But what happened to my Loki? The one who loved his brother, who loved me? I want him back."

He turned to face her. "I'm sorry my dear, but your Loki is gone."

For a second, just a second, she looked heartbroken. As if she were about to break down in tears right in front of him. But she quickly replaced the beaten look with a cold glare that mirrored his. He was just trying to break her, and Sigyn knew better than to get caught up in his mind games.

"So be it." She said finally. Taking one last look at him, she lifted her hood and left him alone once again.

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Any good? I hope so. If not, tell me why. I'm probably going to continue with it anyway because it beats all the real work I have to do. Thanks!

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