"As punishment for your crimes, Loki Laufeyson, I sentence you to imprisonment in the deepest pits of Asgard's dungeons." Odin's regal tone filled the hall, only to be met with silence. The citizens of Asgard stood in the golden room, looking expectantly at their king for the rest of the mischief maker's sentence. When it became clear that none other was coming, a shrill cry rang out, and then suddenly everyone was shouting.
"The sentence is too soft! "cried out one voice
"That Jotun scum deserves death!" bellowed another. But Thor's voice rang out the loudest, silencing the hall again as he screamed for order. He turned to the crowd, his anger causing his breath to come out harsh, and his words harsher still.
"He is my brother!" he all but roared, grabbing onto Loki's shoulder who only rose his brows in defiance of the term but unable to make any sound under the metal gag silencing him.
"You will keep your disgusting and un-noble thoughts to yourself, or suffer the wrath of Mjolnir thrust against your chest" he finished with a glare, before letting Loki go and turning to face Odin. But instead of the anger he expected to see, he only saw anger for him. But he had protected Loki!
"He is of no use to us dead." Odin's voice cut off Thor's thoughts, and he searched the all Seeing Eye for any sign of forgiveness for Loki.
"The threat of Ragnorak rings closer, and we are in need of an army strong enough to bring us victory. Loki's Jotun heritage means he is fertile, and having seen the monsters he has birthed before I declare that he will bear us this army from his very own womb!" he finished with a shout and the hall was filled again with shouts, only this time of joy. Thor could feel bile rise up in his throat and his head spin from the information. He looked to Loki, whose eyes were wide with shock and his mouth as slack as it could be under the metal gag. Only when the guards made to reach for the younger god did Thor break out of his stance and let out a bellowing shriek. This time the hall did not silence, too caught up in their celebrations were the peoples, and so Thor bounded up the stairs to his father's throne, his fury and confusion rolling off him in waves.
"Father you cannot mean this" he cried. Moisture threatened to spill from his eyes as he saw Loki struggle weakly against the guards. But his father only looked down at him with contempt, and spoke quietly
"He is getting what he deserves, the punishment he is due. I cannot have this monster living under my house"
Thor spluttered, and looked over to Frigga in a desperate plea for support. He could feel his stomach churn as she regarded him coolly
"Your father always knows best, Thor" and then she raised her hand, making gestures with her fingers until Thor could feel himself sink slowly to the ground, the words dying on his lips as he slipped into unconsciousness.

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Loki sat in the cell he had been thrown into, his naked legs crossed and his chained hands resting in his lap. He hadn't let a single tear fall yet, his arrogance keeping his eyes dry even as he replayed Odin's words in his head.
He had been left to rot for what felt like months, and Loki was sure that he would go mad before Odin had the chance to set a monster in with him to breed. The gag still kept his voice silenced and his thoughts to himself, and the fear that had crawled its way into Loki's mind had him jumping at every small noise, so much so that now even a bug scuttling along the floor could wake him from his sleep.
He thought not of what he had done on Earth, or to the Jotuns, but instead let his dreams be filled with revenge, watching as he commanded Fenrir to rip out Odin's throat, laughing with malice and glee as the life slowly drained from his body and destruction reigned all around them, burning his precious Asgard to the ground. It was only these thoughts that kept him breathing.

It was six months into his punishment when the first monster came. Loki watched with impossibly wide eyes as a dragon-type creature was thrown in with him.
It's shining gold scales quickly covered with mud and dust as Loki scrambled into a corner, fearing the shining blue eyes that greedily sought him out. As the trickster dug himself into the wall he couldn't stop the laughter that was caught behind the gag. How fitting that Odin would send something so reminiscent of Thor to rape him. He climbed further into his hole, the laughter now shaking his small form as clawed feet grabbed on his skin, sometimes ripping chunks out.
When the searching claws finally caught deep in his flesh Loki felt no pain, and still laughed as the dragon pulled him out and then entered him roughly, his face pushed down into the mud. The laughter increased with the searing pain as Loki realised that Odin had enchanted the creature to do no more than rape him. He did not want Loki dead just yet.
Tears finally fell from the god's eyes as he felt fiery hot liquid pool deep within him, and he shoved the monster off, clutching at his belly and willing no child to be created.
'Oh dear fate, you have been unkind to me before. Please give me what I want just this once. Just this once…' his thoughts trailed off as he slipped into sleep.

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Many more creatures had been thrown into Loki's cell, each one of them golden and strong. It was always blue eyes that glared at him, and Loki could feel himself slip into further insanity.
As strong hands dragged him from the dark pit, Loki could only blink up at the bright lights, Asgard's shining sun now too much for him to bear.
He was thrown again at Odin's feet and he smirked up at the grim expression on his face, and the sad one upon Frigga's. This should prove to be interesting.
Odin stepped up and addressed the rest of the hall filled with Aesir's watching on with contempt. Loki searched quickly for Thor, but had to look away as pained blue orbs bore on him and brought back memories of terror.
Loki let out a short bark of laughter, not hearing what it was that the All-Father spoke. Odin wanted Loki to be scared of Thor. And so, in an act of defiance he sought out his brother again, who looked to be held back by some magic, and pushed back any thoughts of fear. His brother had tears falling down his face and his body shook with rage. Loki was only mildly confused until he heard Odin call out his name.
"Loki do you hear me? You have failed to bear us any children, and so it has been decided that you will be stripped of your Aesir disguise so that your Jotun womb may have more chance of conception."
Loki felt his blood run cold and he had to hold back the mad laughter at the irony. He looked back to his once father and pleaded with his eyes. He let all of his emotion be shown; truths were sometimes more powerful than lies. But again he was only met with anger.
He didn't need to look when Odin changed him back to the Jotun monster he really was; he could feel the ice along his skin, the room distort and go darker as his eyes changed red, and could hear the crowd behind him roar disgust at what he himself had been taught to hate.
Loki would make sure their deaths were quick. They were but pawns in Odin's game of power.
He was left to rise on his own, the guards now fearing his touch. He stood on shaking legs and walked with his head high, eyes unseeing so as to make sure he looked not at the blue skin covering him. He walked past Thor, who tried calling out to him with promises of escape that he would not be able to keep. Again, he shut off all emotion until he was walked back into his cell, and even then he only let one tear fall, snarling in disgust as it froze on his cheek.

When the creatures took him now it the pain was less, his touch freezing the claws and hands that grabbed him. He could be satisfied that both partied left injured, hoping that Odin would see just how easy it was for Loki to hurt the strong beasts he sent in for him.
He had set up a little sort of ritual at the end of every coupling, where he would clutch at his stomach and pray to the Norns that no child would be conceived. He didn't want Odin to have anything that could help him stop Ragnorak, and he hardly wanted to have to fight his own children so that he could kill Asgards king, and his captor.

In the short gaps of time when no creatures were sent to rape him, Loki sat in the mud and excrete that had started building up, and looked to anywhere than his own body. He left wounds to fester and grow sceptic, rather than have to touch the cool skin to try to clean them. He let his joints grow weak as he refused to move them from tucked out of his sight.
He tried to keep his thoughts only on one track, planning that many ways he could kill his used-to-be father. The longer the process, the happier Loki was, and sometimes he laughed with glee as glorious pictures of blood being replaced with poison, heads being sawn of slowly, and blood pooling around the lifeless form of Odin filled his mind. Sometimes he even imagined killing Thor, the blue eyes that haunted his dreams slowly fading until no life was held in them. Loki was sure he would kill Thor, maybe even before he killed Odin. Yes, let the All-Father see his golden son be turned into a bloody pulp by the hand of the son he had cast out and had raped as if he were nithing.
But Loki always saw a flaw in his dreams, as the hand that he had wrapped around the Thunderer's throat was pink and soft, and no burn of ice spread across Thor's neck.
Ignoring all warning bells in his head, he looked now at the hand curled up in his lap, and felt a rage so pure build up inside him. He glared at the blue skin, the thick blue nails and the darker blue lines that created patterns of his true heritage, the true reason why he has never been, nor never will be, accepted or good enough.
Letting out a cry of frustration he reached out for a rock from the floor, brushing off the mud which smoothed its edges. Tears flooding his eyes and freezing down his face only spurred on his anger further, and he clutched the stone tightly, before raising it above his head and bringing it down to his stomach with the last reserves of his strength.
He twisted and pushed until the sharp edges finally ripped through his skin and he laughed, pushing it deep. He angled for where he thought his womb to be and ripped with his nails, pushing the rock deep within his stomach. His muffled cries of pain alerted the guards outside his cell and as they came storming in Loki ripped harder at his womb, tears streaming down his face as he pulled it out of his body and threw it to the ground. The guards stilled his hands for going back for the stone, and looking at all of the blood, they called for a healer and dragged the limp body behind them from the magic-binding shackles it wore.

Thor looked down at his brothers body lain out on a healing bed, his blue skin somehow looking paler, his black hair greasy and sticking to his neck and forehead. He had a white bandage wrapped around his stomach, and the strongest healing stones that Thor himself had found, placed around the bed.
He had yet to wake up, it had been days since it had happened and the healer that had reluctantly fixed him back up had already told Odin that he might never wake, and they should probably let go. Thor refused, he couldn't see a life without Loki, and Odin refused too. He still wanted his army and he was determined to get it. As Thor put on a glove and clasped his brothers cool hand in his, he wondered why he did so desperately want Loki to wake, apart from his own selfish needs.
Loki would only be put back into the cell, and forced to breed with monsters, his womb replaced and enchanted with magic to make it more fertile. Unless Thor did something Loki was going to live the rest of his life locked up like some animal, not the darling brother he loved so much. He paused his thoughts and tried to figure out what he could really do. A spell had been placed upon Thor so that whenever Loki was out of his sights he forgot he existed, and all of his memories were changed to disclude Loki. Apart from the fact that this made him want to kill his own father every time he saw Loki and have everything come flooding back to him, it made for planning any escape difficult.

As the cogs finished turning in his brain he knew what he had to do to save Loki, but he had to do it now before he forgot his brother was ever there.

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He waited until the night, when the people of Asgard would be tucked up in bed, and the sky was lit only by stars, to carry out his plan. Admittedly, it wasn't a very good plan, certainly not one Loki would approve of. As he wrapped his brother in thick furs to protect himself from the cold skin and scooped him up into his arms, he hoped with all of his might that his plan involving only brawn might work, at least just this once.
He shifted Loki so that he was nestled into the crook of his left arm, and grabbed Mjolnir from his belt with his right, brandishing it high to the sky before soaring up, out of the healing room and over the tips of the palace. He flew quickly, and in the shades so that no one might see him.
As he flew over the rainbow bridge he could feel worry and apprehension coil in his belly. He slowed to a stop and walked slowly up to where Heimdall stood watching, his fiery eyes showing no clue as to how he might react.
"Good Heimdall I beseech you, let Loki and I pass through to Midgard. I cannot let my brother be taken back to his torture, no matter how bad his sins beforehand, I pray to you, I cannot forget my brother once more, I .." he was cut off by Heimdall rising a single hand.
"You will be disobeying the command of your king. I am honour-bound and so I cannot help you." he finished, giving Thor another blank look before walking away.
Thor's mind raced. Heimdall had not disagreed with him, and he was yet to raise an alarm of escape. Just as Thor turned to beg for help, the Bifrost sent out sparks of light and was suddenly spinning as it located Midgard. Thor was speechless; he hadn't expected his plan to come together so easily.

He didn't spare a glance for his home before stepping into the portal of light - he would always have his memories when he was with Loki, and Asgard had become a place he no longer wanted to belong to.

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