Hey guys! Its me again with this short one-shot. if you guys like it enough, I may make it into a story.

Monster

No matter where he ran, nor how fast he did so, the creature was right on his heels, its chest heaving manically, mirroring his every move. The corridor was long and endless, its reaches drawing darker as he continued to sprint, but the dared not look back or retreat. He could hear the monster but a few paces behind, its breath ragged and short as it hunted him. Its red eyes glared in his direction, feral and crazed.

All he could do was push him self to run faster.

He exclaimed as he nearly tripped in the darkness, fear ripping through him as the form screeched –mad and wild. His heart pounded in his ears as he dared to look behind, petrified when he saw two pairs of glowing crimson orbs instead of only one. The beasts' bodies were lost in the dark.

Now filled with the extra sense of dread he panicked, veering left and bolting as fast as his legs would carry him into the abyss of darkness. It made no difference, though; the pair of animals kept fast on his heels. He let out another strangled cry as he ran into a wall, giving off the sound of shattering ice. Undeterred he tried to run again, but swiftly realized he was cornered, his heart stopping. He could perceive them move every time he did, yet they made no motion to attack.

Oh no, not yet.

"Pathetic little Asgardian…" hissed one of them darkly, its words echoing in his head like a scream in an abandoned mortuary. He turned, and gasped in horror.

Hundreds, if not thousands of pairs of eyes darted about, crazed and manic as their gravely inhales and exhales rung within the darkened space, denying him the chance to think. He sunk to the ground, backing into the corner as far as he could. The creature only laughed.

"This is your punishment, boy." It cooed menacingly, and as he tried to move back, the creatures only moved forward. "You failed, you waste of space. You killed many without remorse, and I suppose you think you deserve mercy?"

"Why should we care about the likes of you? Unwanted. Abandoned. Despised." Another replied lowly, its voice sharp. "Your own father never wanted you. Not even that monster – that thing –could stand you. What makes you think that you're untouchable? Because you're a god?"

And that's when it happened; it started at the base of his skull - the rough, mind-numbing vibration then gut-wrenching agony that followed along the length of his spine, quickly enrapturing his entire frame, bone by bone until it felt as though his entire body was set aflame. He couldn't hear his screams over the frenzied shrieks of the monsters, who howled in glee at his torture. His throat, raw from his earlier dash for escape, now trapped a cry as every heart beat brought on a new onslaught of anguish. His body twisted and convulsed as not an inch of his figure was spared from the misery, the breath in which he was able to shakily purge from the space was frigid.

"'Big brother' is no longer here to protect you anymore. Not after what you did. He hates you, you miserable excuse for a king."

It felt now, as if a serrated blade had plunged through his heart, and he couldn't help but screech out –animal and fearful. He heard the shattering of glass, following the sound of it crashing to the floor below, showering him with its jagged shards. He couldn't react; he couldn't even move.

"Open your eyes, maggot." He couldn't will his lids to part; if anything, he shut them tighter.

"I SAID OPEN THEM!"

He wasn't quite sure if it was fear or shock that forced his lids to snap open, but when he did, he would have traded his very soul to have retracted the reflex.

He could see now, and for once he had truly wished that he were blind. There were thousands of them, their skins an icy blue, as if they had been exposed to the barren elements for far too long, and perhaps they had. Those sickening smiles reflected back to him, cruel and heartless, their ends picking up to expose rows of stark white teeth that sharpened to points. Their eyes, a bloody crimson, flickered to him, tearing away all of his defenses and left him weak and powerless, his cowering scream lost amongst their booming laughs, ricocheting from around him in his glass prison. The runes carved deep within their skin, dating back thousands of centuries, were the brand of a monster.

The mirrors that lined his jail yelled the monstrous truth that he had tried to keep hidden from everyone, especially himself.

"Hello there…" Loki's reflection chuckled, watching as his own Asgardian façade began to bleach from his body, leaving him the thing he despised and feared most of all.

Himself.

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~ILJA~