Author's Note: I do not own any of the Marval characters such as: Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga, etc. However, all the other characters are mine. Special thanks to everyone who posts stories, you guys have inspired me to write my own stories, and even given me an idea of how to do it. Concerning this first chapter, it is by far the shortest yet, but it seemed best that I start this way, and it was all I could come up with without being to boring and meaningless. So please stick with me!
The day started out as normal. Full of pain from yesterday. Loki moaned and contemplated rolling over. But he was to tired and his flayed back would hurt to much if he tried to move anyway. Five years ago, after his failed attempt to conquer earth had failed, Thor had taken him back to Asgard where he had been sentenced to 100 years in prison or death, whichever came first. But it went without saying that the prison guards had full leave to make his life as miserable and painful as possible. After all, torture was a known part of prison in Asgard. And the guards had perfected ways of inflicting the most amount of pain possible without killing the perpetrators although it was known to happen anyway. In the distance he heard the clanging of the prison door, heralding another day of pain and torment.
"Rise and shine Princess!" said the guard who usually attended to him.
"Or should I say, 'Rise and bleed!'" which was accompanied by a roar of laughter from him and the other guards outside, making Loki wince, dimly wondering what they had in store for him that day. The guard walked into the cell, making him shrink back into the corner with a whimper.
"What? Don't want you're breakfast? Now now, we can't let you starve to death can we? What would the king say?"
As you can probably guess, 'breakfast' was a bowl of something that you and I wouldn't want to get within ten feet of. The guard walked chuckling over towards Loki, who only tried to shrink further in the corner out of sheer fear of the man that had been instilled in him shortly after his arrival. The guard grabbed a fist full of Loki's matted hair, yanking his head back and dumping the content onto his face. Loki quickly scrambled to wipe and catch everything he could and lick it off his fingers. After all, he didn't get food more than once every two or three days, if the guards even remembered that often.
"Come on monster," the guard grumbled, dragging Loki out of the cell by his hair. "Time to play."