Prologue - Abandonment

The darkness of these four walls that surrounded him didn't compare to the darkness that boiled inside him. One hundred Asgardian years he was condemned to this fate. Asgardian years were longer than Midgard's by almost three times. He, who had once been a prince, was reduced to barely a shell of his former glory. Some days he started to forget who he was or why he was here. Having to remind himself that he was Loki and he was here simply for not dying when a true blood Asgardian raised their blade to him. Would he live out his greatly long life in this pit of despair?

His dark thoughts betrayed him as he pondered how he should have let Balder kill him all those years ago when this began. That would have made things easier for him but then again he never took the easiest route. A survivor, he had always been and this time it was his undoing. It went against his nature to just curl up and be slain but, Balder why? Why had he tried to slay him? Balder was the oldest and wisest of Odin's son. Before that day he had never seen such malice in Balder's eyes. The sight hit him worst than the blade that Balder has used to stab him in the back. Would he ever be given a reason for Balder's actions? Thinking back to the memories he couldn't bury deep enough in his mind he couldn't see a reason. A deep sigh came through him which caused his injuries to ache as they stretched. The only reason that he could come up with was because he was a monster. Balder must have learned of his true parentage was the only conclusion that he could come to.

Foot Steps. The sound of someone coming drew Loki from his dark thoughts as he tried to ready himself for another day in his own personal hell. Pulling his limps in on himself he prayed to anyone who would care to listen to him; please don't let it be Vidar. Vidar was more sadistic in his visits than Odin due to his inclining age. Asgard had no superior gods and he didn't know enough about the frost giants to know if they believed in gods. Not that anyone, god or not, would care to help him. There was no one for him to pray to but himself.

The heavy cell door let out a painful sounding screech as Odin entered, the same dark look on his face that he saved for Loki. No sign of Vidar but he didn't let the relief show on his features. Odin would still brutalize him. Lowing his eyes to stare at the floor, he had long ago given up on trying to talk sense into the man he used to call father. He didn't even bother to pick himself up off the floor. He wouldn't give him the pleasure of knocking him down again. A barely living doll is all Odin would get nothing more.

'End this.' He barely spoke above a whisper.

Odin grabbed him by the neck limiting his breathe as he lifted him to his knees. Loki flinched in the anticipation of pain while trying to remain as doll like as possible. It had been some noticeable amount of time since Odin had made him scream for mercy surely he would make up for it now.

After a few lingering moments the expected pain didn't come. No cruel words either. Loki willed himself to make eye contact hoping to find some clues within Odin's face. What he saw was a face that showed no emotion as he focused intently on him. Slightly Odin's lips mumbled words from a language which Loki's best guess was something ancient, older than possible Odin himself. A spell, the thought twisted at his insides. What could Odin be casting over him? An overwhelming feeling of vulnerability and weakness washed over him but he didn't understand why. Nothing has changed that he could tell. No new aches or injuries.

"Od…" Loki started to say but was cut short by Odin's free fist connecting with his gut. Before Loki could overcome the pain of the blow Odin dragged Loki by the collar around his neck choking him.

"Speak no more. For only lies fall from that wretched tongue." Odin stated firmly.

Loki struggled to breathe while trying to fight at Odin's hand. He was unable to see where Odin was taking him through his ever darkening vision. In all his time condemned to this fate he was never removed from his cell. Was he to be executed for all of Asgard to see? Maybe he would be beheaded so no magic could hope to revive him? He could only wish for the sweet relief that death would bring.

Before another thought could be made on the topic he was thrown. The ground he expected to hit didn't come as he felt weightless. The world around him disappeared and was replaced with mixtures of lights speeding pass him. A portal? Blinding light over took him as he could barely breath, unprepared for the trip. It felt like he was on the biforst but, why would Odin want to send his favorite punching bag away? A sickening feeling came over him as he felt he was just being thrown out like trash. Maybe he would be left out in the middle of space so Odin could watch him slowly suffocate. Or worst he would be dropped on a dangerous world where he would be torn to pieces or worked to death as a slave.

The portal's end opened and revealing brown and green ground a second before crashing with unnatural force through several structures until he was stopped by the solid terrain of the planet's surface. Shock over took him as he tried to recover from the overwhelming pain. He heard movement around him but as he tried to move he realized that he couldn't.

The pain that was caused in his attempt to move dulled his senses even more as he heard someone speak before he blacked out, "Is that a man!? He can't possibly be alive." He understood the language but didn't have the mind to place the location of where it belonged.

Back on Asgard Heimdall watched the scene unfold of the humans cautiously made their way over to Loki's broken form within the sizeable crater.

Turning to Odin he asked, "I do not understand your wisdom All-Father. Why send him to Midgard?"

"Why not? He is as weak as them now. It doesn't heed my concern what they do to him. They can take him apart in their lowly science for all I care."

"What of the weaknesses his traitorous tongue might spill to the human or the treachery he would cause if Thor discovered he still breathes?"

Odin paused for a moment, "Gate keeper you are prudent council and your wisdom has been heard. Keep an eye on him less I need to teach him how to keep his mouth shut once more."