Disclaimer: Not mine! Yay Marvel!
The first day had not been so bad. His foster-father had sentenced him and flung him into the dungeons of Asgard while his half-brother looked on callously. He should have known they didn't care about him. They only cared about their appearances, and that was why they pretended to be concerned for him. It disgusted him. He knew what they truly thought of him – a traitor to the throne, a spy in their midst, an outsider, forever and ever and ever.
But he digressed. The first day had not been so bad. He had found ways to pass the time – a good one was talking to himself. Being muzzled for so long meant that his silver tongue had much to say, and he wasted no time getting it all out. Sure, most of the things the he had to say consisted of curses against his half-brother and his foster father, but in the end, it was quite a cathartic and productive day.
A/N: My first try writing Thor fanfic...