Reclaiming the Lost - Prologue

Loki has escaped Asgard with a high cost. After enduring torture by the guards he remembers nothing of his past, hopes, or dreams. Lucky for him somebody else does, and she wants to help him become the king he should have been.

Hey everybody! Okay I just saw Avengers and fell in love with Loki (again) and decided to finally do a story for him. This fic of course is after the movie. I really hope you guys like this as I usually don't add OC's to my stories.

Disclaimer: I do not own *insert your favorite sad face here*

The Art of Destroying a Destroyer's Soul

His hands were tied behind his back as he stared up at the ceiling until a shadow loomed over him. The guard's face slowly came into view.

"The great Loki, God of Mischief, eh?" he asked seemingly amused by this. Loki didn't honor him with a response. It had been like this for some years of course, the guard would come into his cell and say something he thought witty. Though he was seriously running low on wit at this point.

Yes I am a God and you are not, Loki thought to himself. When I am out of here you will kneel to me and I shall cut your head off, or perhaps, chop you into tiny pieces and feed them to children. He slowly smiled. It sounded a funny and pathetic way to die.

The guard frowned at this action. "What are you grinning about now? Another sick fantasy?" If only you knew hopeless fool. "Let's see you still smile after this."

The guard grabbed him roughly and raised him from the ground to strap his legs, chest, and neck to the wall with a single thick piece of metal. Loki no longer smiled as he saw more guards than usual in the cell. Was it possible to piss this many of the guards off in one day or had he simply lost the part of his mind that kept the days in check?

It was after a month of imprisonment that this had begun. Loki had made it clear to Thor that he would not change his views on ruling over humans. If he couldn't have Asgard he would have Earth. After awhile his 'brother' had stopped coming to check on him. It was then the guards began beating him.

As they would start soon enough. Loki wasn't to sure what to expect these days but today seemed a bad one. That didn't necessarily mean that it couldn't be entertaining though. He hummed a happy tune just to see them look even more angry.

The guard from before grabbed a knife. Loki raised his brow slightly. For the last two years it had been fists and feet more than anything. Using an actual weapon was rare and Loki wondered for the second time that day what the big deal was.

If they were pissed at their current king they should have listened to him instead. Then again they hated him for trying to rule when he wasn't really one of them. Adopted he was, from their sworn enemy. Who would like such a child?

Loki hummed again.

"Shut up!" the guard yelled beyond annoyed at this point. A raised fist met Loki's face and made it twist to the side against the wall. Pain throbbed through his skull, vision turning towards black. He thought he would stop then as this really never developed further. But today was certainly different. The knife was raised now. "Die you piece of scum!"

Was that what the other guards were here for then? An audience to his death? Loki smirked at them. "Try if you must." he told the guard with a mischievous glint in his eye.

The guard roared and brought the knife down with all his strength... on the metal around Loki's neck. It cried out in a ring as a single scar worked it's way across the surface. Loki had twisted his head violently to get away from the knife and now he smiled as the metal neck piece fell to the ground. The guard looked at it in disbelief. With the strength he had been saving up after being imprisoned Loki tore through his chest and leg restraints while breaking the metal chain connecting his arms together. The only thing remaining was metal cuffs around his wrists.

This brought the guard out of his sudden stupor "Raise the alarm!" he yelled to his breathen.

Loki was still smiling as a single guard went racing down the hallway and up a winding staircase. The rest advanced on him, swords and shields drawn. "I think I will enjoy this for a change." A three-pronged spear seemed to materialize out of the air into Loki's hand.

The guard nearest to him held just a measly dagger that was jabbed at his face. Loki simply stepped back out of reach then thrusted the spear into his gut. The life slipped from the guard's eyes as he crumpled to the ground below.

Loki dislodged his spear from the corpse and turned to the others. For a second there was silence and then they were rushing at him. Loki was soon surrounded and he skillfully dodged the most fatal of blows and delivered his own.

The guards were dropping around him, dead. But he had scars from them as well and was breathing heavily by the end. Blood dripped into his eye from a thin scar on his forehead. He raised an arm and rubbed it away before walking out of the cold cell that had held him for so long. The stupid guards hadn't properly closed the door and if they had he wouldn't have bothered to reveal that he could break his metal bindings. Since, the cell itself was enthused with magic of course.

He advanced up the stairs quickly not wanting to linger here any longer.

Loki pushed open the door at the top of the stairs and grinned when he found it was night time.

Thwack!

The flat of a blade collided with his head. Loki reeled from the blow, taking a step back. He instantly recognized the guard that had ran to raise an alarm. Loki turned from him and began running towards the portal.

There was no reason for him to get caught in a pointless battle when he was so close to escaping. Thor wouldn't catch him this time. No one would.

He raced across the bridge to the portal, the only other sound was of the guard's pounding feet and heavy breathing behind him. Loki ignored this though, his only concern was getting out of Asgard at the moment.

He reached the portal and quickly killed off two guards that looked shocked to see him. While he was pulling his spear out of the man's chest a body collides with his. Loki rolled then gathered his feet from under him and sprang back up.

He grabbed for his spear and whirled around to face his opponent. Loki raised his weapon and pointed it at the single guard while walking backward so he was in front of the portal. "You should have gone to get my 'brother.'" The guard looked angry at the comment and Loki smirked. "He's not here." he said somewhat relieved. "Come on and fight me then." his voice was taunting a quick jab at the guard's loyalty to his king.

It worked, like it always would. The guard flew at him in a rage, sword hefted high. It came down, quick and true to it's mark. Loki fell backwards into the portal though he managed to grab the guard's arm leading him in as well.

As he fell Loki and the guard fought until he got the serving man in the eye with his spear, going straight through his head. He ripped the spear up, making blood flow out from the gaping hole. Loki directed his body farther away even as his vision clouded over in darkness.

His last thought as blood ran down his face and his own head throbbed with pain was very simple.

Revenge.

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