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Red
1: The Prison—
He watched the All-Father, his once father, strike the ground. He watched it split and collapse to form a dark crevasse. It walls reached far into the earth, sharp rock teeth hung from the ceilings and jutted from the floors. Steam rose from the newly opened cave.
The heat was overwhelming.
He was taken back to Asgard after the war on Earth, the pathetic, unruly planet that spun with no plan or ruler. It angered Loki that such a petty race such as the humans could have beaten him. It enraged him so that his heart weighed heavy and his mind turned to a blackened riot. A man in a metal suit and a soldier who slept in ice. A silent archer and a mulish bitch. A green monster and—
Loki felt the chains on his wrists tighten. He looked from his prison to his captor. His dear, beloved brother—the God of Thunder, the favored son, the blessed one—stared back at him. His face was scared from the battle they had endured. His hair was still matted and he still smelled of sweat and exhaustion.
His eyes were the same, though. Blue and saddened. So sentimental, so caring, so full of love, Loki thought. But who needs love in a world where love is useless. Love is the epitome of all hell and deceit.
Thor opened his mouth to speak some trifle words, but Loki turned his gaze back to the crevasse. He heard the man behind him sigh, feeling his breath on his neck, and felt the grip on his chains loosen slightly.
He looked up then. Above him stood the queen Frigga, tall and proud. She had aged since he had last seen her. Her hair was splotched with white and her eyes were worn and wrinkled. She caught his eyes and what seemed like disgust crawled across her eyes before she looked away. He saw the lovely Sif and the Warriors, huddle together as always. They all stared down at him with dark glares. He turned to the All-Father. Even from afar, Loki could see the disappointment on the old man's face. It made his lips curl.
"Loki, God of Mischief, God of Evil, Chaos, and Fire," Odin roared. From the streets, the people of Asgard stared at their king, stared at Loki. He refused to acknowledge them for they were nothing more than scum to him now. "For your actions," Odin continued, "you are here banished to the depths of Asgard. There, you will lay bound—and there you will burn."
The crowd watching cheered and clapped. They yelled out curses and asked for "the traitor's" head. Loki growled slightly and showed his teeth. He felt like a snake, coiled in a closed basket.
There was one voice that did not raise, but Loki wished, just once that it did.
He felt Thor's forehead bump against the back of his head. "Brother, please. Beg for forgiveness. Ask for this punishment to be cast away. Please, brother. I ask of you this much," he said silently into his hair.
"Off me…" Loki hissed and jerked forward, leaving Thor to hang his head.
Odin hit his staff against the ground and the crowds went silent. He stared down at Loki, unflinching when he glared back darkly. "From here on, you will be recognized as a criminal and an enemy to the kingdom of Asgard." Odin nodded his head and Loki was pushed forward. He and Thor descended down into the cave, Loki never taking his eyes off his father.
The light seemed to be blown out as they traveled further into the ground. Loki could feel his feet slip on the slanted rock, but the hand on his back held him up. He could hear his breath, loud and uneven, and he could hear Thor's. And for a moment, he thought he could hear their heart beats, thumping at the same time.
They stopped when they reached the bottom of the slope. Loki looked from side to side; stalactites hung from the high tops of the cave and jagged mounds of black rock sat all around. It was like he had been swallowed whole by some wild beast.
His feet stumbled forward again, sliding on the slick rock. He planted his feet, yet only tripped more. He fell forward onto a large rock, bashing his chin on the hard surface. He groaned.
He felt Thor's hands grab his shoulders and flip him around so he lay on his back. Loki stared up into the others face, his eyes burning. Thor returned his gaze. Loki huffed then gritted his teeth as Thor twisted his arms up over his head.
Loki watched as Thor placed the chains on the rock and with one mighty blow of his fist, combined metal and stone. Loki stared up at his restraints and jerked his arms wildly. He was trussed to this rock, to this cave, and forever he will be a part of the dark cell. He jumped as he felt his robes slide off his shoulders. He growled and kicked and spat while Thor stripped him down.
He was soon bare. Heat from the split rocks drifted over his skin like a wandering hand. He struggled to cover himself, felling exposed and small.
Loki bit back a snarl when a calloused hand was placed on his chest. Thor stared down at him with glazed eyes, rubbing his hand back and forth against Loki's thin breast. He pulled away and raised his hands to his cloak, ripping the fabric off his back.
Loki felt the cool silk drape across his legs, covering him. He looked down at the red that waved over his legs and thighs. He breathed and looked at Thor, again thinking he heard their heats beat as one. He saw Thor hesitate, his hands itching at his sides, but he did no more than pick up the fallen garbs from the floor and leave.
A large door slid in front of the entrance of the cave with a piercing screech. And then there was only darkness.
Loki's eyes searched for light, their pupils widening. The only sun came from the square opening in the rocked wall across the room. Such dim light. He felt his chest fill with something hot as he tried to break free with no prevail. He jerked his legs about and yanked his hands, pulling at the chains. His forehead broke out in sweat as the heat under his skin rose.
He saw the red on his legs. Red like the blood he had spilled. Red like the fire he was born from. Red like the heat inside him. Red hot—
Some dreadful force raised his head and he stared at the ceiling. He could feel something there, in the dark. Some sort of pain, spine tingling pain. His eyes adjusted and he saw it then, the new terror in his life.
One of the crooked rocks that hung from the cave's roof glowered down at Loki, its deathly point only feet away from his bare skin. Fear shook his entire body as the weak light from outside danced around the spike. Green acid slid down the rock surface, one line joining another to form small dangling drops at the tip.
They hovered but never fell, the green poison tediously swirling in its small teardrop vessel. Loki's body tightened as he waited for the burn to come. The burn of the green poison that would eat its way into him.
A green death for a green blooded man, Loki thought.
The acid finally fell, dropping through the air and landing on the god's pale chest. It dug through his skin into his body and mixed with the heat inside him. He blew apart as fire clawed out of his mouth. His soul caved in and the burn took him hostage.
He screamed as he fell back into darkness.
Just watched Avengers~ went home and watche Thor on Netflix. (Absoluetly in love with Tom Hiddleston's preformance. Made me wanna watch Wallander again :O anyway...) This is about what happens to poor sweet Loki after Avengers. Should I go on? Reviews are wunderbar!