A/N. Hi everyone, this is my first LokixDarcy Fic! Set after the Avengers movie. R & R, hope you enjoy. Marmiexx


Olive eyes surveyed the chamber suspiciously, occasionally sparing a glance at the other man in the quiet room.

His hands were bound and blood was dripping from the small gash at the side of his head, leaving a little trail of the crimson liquid to drip down onto the solid marble floor. A metal muzzle was placed over his mouth and jaw, allowing him to nothing but observe the events that were happening around him.

However, the other man in the room had shaggy, dirty golden hair. His face held a rough complexion of features with a strong jaw and plenty of muscles. However, he had light blue eyes. In them the azure irises were pooling with worry, kindness, confusion and relief, the mixture of different emotions were conflicting with each other making his eyes seem as if they had a depth to them.

He was wearing well-fitting clothes, which the sleeves had different shades of grey scales on them and he had a ruby cape billowing out behind him.

Whilst the man with the striking emerald eyes was almost the exact opposite; he had black uncombed hair and a slim face with cheekbones that could cut through air like a knife.

He was tall even though it appeared that he was kneeling; it was easy to tell just by looking. However, he was not as muscly as the blond but nonetheless he still looked strong even in his weakened state.

Dark circles were forming under his eyes, he looked tired and pale, like a man that hasn't slept in a week.

But this was no man, he was a God.

More precisely the God of Mischief and Lies. The one who many speak of in fear and distaste, for the name he was given is Loki…


Loki had arrived back in Asgard with his brot-adoptive brother- Thor; the future King of Asgard. Loki was there to await his punishment from the Allfather, Odin. After the fall of his army against the great strength of Midgard, Loki had been captured; by the group that called themselves the Avengers.

They were a peculiar collection of freaks and assassins that somehow was able to defeat Loki and his army against all odds.

And, for his failed attempt at trying to conquer Asgard with the brute force of the Chitauri and for killing many innocent Midgardians, he had been condemned to face the punishment of the Allfather.

He knew it was most likely going to be death or torture for the rest of his miserable life. He had nothing to give him a hope in the universe, no way to snake out of the situation, it was inevitable. No point using his silver tongue, it was bound to be useless. He was powerless, he sure as hell felt useless.


Closing his eyes, Loki rested his head on the cold wall, allowing it to bring him some sort of comfort as time ticked by bringing his trial closer and closer…


A/N. If you have any ideas or just want me to keep updating please Review, hope you enjoyed. Marmiexx