Damn my erratic brain had to put this to paper to free up room . This is not going to be one of those hug and kiss redemption fics so if your looking for that shoo. For those who are left I felt the whole conquer Earth plan by Loki in the movie just seemed out of place for a God of Mischief. So here is a fic of Loki at his manipulating best.
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Asgard home of the Norse gods, halls of golden metal set upon luscious green hills the bright cloudless sky indicating a perfect day for work. Surprisingly the streets were quiet children did not play in the field and bondsmen could not be found busy at work. All the people of Asgard had gathered in the main hall of Odin Borrson watching in silence as the ruler of their realm presided over the punishment of Loki the Trickster.
Odin ever the king sat upon his throne his body so ridged it could have been carved from granite staring down upon his bound and gagged son. To his left stood Thor standing just as ridged as his father the only sign of emotion on his face were his eyes unable to even glance at his brothers kneeling form.
Standing behind Thor stood the Warriors Three Volstagg quietly shifting his feet uncomfortable with the halls silence, Hogun his grim visage unchanging and Fandral kept his eyes downcast no smile would be found on his face this day. Beside them stood Lady Sif her face devoid of emotion but unlike the other her eyes were directed wholly at the man she believed a traitor. At the centre of attention knelt Loki chained to the floor and a metallic gag firmly clamped over his mouth.
Slowly Odin drew himself up from his golden throne his face grave his eyes unwavering addressed the both the criminal and the crowd.
"Loki Odinson you have been brought before me to answer for your crimes against both Jotunheim and Midgard before I pass sentence do you have anything to say."
Raising the mighty spear Gungnir and dropping it with a resonating boom the metallic gag around Loki's mouth began to twist as if it were alive before promptly melting into a pile of metal on the floor. Slowly Loki began to stretch and work his jaw easing the stiffness in the muscles around his face slowly drawing himself up Loki's green eyes quickly flitted to his brother before resting upon Odin.
"I have nothing to say, my lord"
His voice soft and smooth carried easily across the hall his answer reaching the ears of all who stood in the hall many frowned and murmurs began over such a brief answer from the God of Lies. Frowning Odin brought Gungnir down again with a resounding boom to quieten the crowd when silence hung over the air Odin spoke once more in his load commanding tone.
"Loki your crimes are attempted genocide on the frost giants of Jotunheim and attempted subjugation of the people of Midgard." Taking a deep breath Odin continued to speak.
"After holding council with Tyr, Forseti and Hœnir we have agreed to the punishment fitting for your crimes."
Again Odin took a deep breath and for the briefest moment all those in the golden halls could see their king's grief before it quickly vanished and his mask of indifference to its place.
"Loki you are to be taken from these halls to the tallest mountain in Asgard, inside this mountain you will be chained in such a way that you will never know rest, as the venom of a poisonous snake drips down upon your eyes."
After declaring his son's punishment Odin began to search Loki's eyes for any sign of fear or anger but instead found boredom and apathy clenching his jaw Odin continued.
"Due to the severity of your crime it will continue until all are satisfied you have served your punishment."
Silence reigned throughout the golden hall Loki's crimes had been great but the punishment was one that very few would be willingly to deliver to another even to the god of mischief. With his declaration and a wave of Gungnir to armoured guards stepped forward yanking the trickster god to his feet his face passive with only a hint of derision before he was turned and led away.
Many in the hall shifted uncomfortably the heavy silence creeping in after the Allfathers sentence was to many becoming suffocating with a brief wave of Odin's hand all those in the knew they were dismissed and quickly left. As the crowd filed out Odin could do nothing but rise from his throne and place his hand upon his eldest sons shoulder leading him away from the golden hall as the weight of Loki's sentence began to sink in.
"How could you do this?"
Thor roared his rage quickly followed by the smell of ozone filling the room eyes angrily demanding an answer from the man across the room the focal point of his anger. Unaffected by his son's rage Odin merely stared at the flames dancing in the hearth, gone was the king now all that stood before his son was an old man. When Odin spoke his voice was soft and resigned.
"Both Tyr and Hœnir sought your brother's death with only Forseti supporting me the best I could do was turn his punishment to that of isolation and torment and even that barely satisfied Hœnir."
Odin could feel the anger in his son slowly seep away and quickly be replaced by the same grief that tore at his own heart.
"Is there no hope for him to be released or even exiled to one of the numerous moons or realms?" Thor's voice was thick with desperation.
Odin could only shake his head Hœnir had been gravely insulted by Loki's attempt to take the Midgardians logic and reason this in his mind deemed execution as an appropriate punishment. Tyr still held bitter feelings over the loss of his hand to Fenrir for that he sought retribution by punishing the father. Only Forseti was willing to listen to reason and with a small amount of intimidation Odin had managed to reduce Loki's punishment but that been but a small victory.
Odin continued to stare at the flames for a time eventually he turned patting his grieving son on the shoulder before exiting the room. Thor could do nothing but sit and stare into space the reality of his brother's punishment slowly seeping into his being. Thor knew he was crying but he could not feel the tears roll down his cheeks his body numb to all feeling eventually rising he returned to his chambers knowing sleep would elude him this night.
Deep within the palace Odin had retreated to his chambers intent finding some form of relaxation and hopefully some sleep. The rooms once shining golden walls were now dull a single fire in the room barely illuminating the room shadows flickering across the two residents. Standing before a mirror Odin watched as Frigga slowly peeled his armour from his body glancing at his reflection Odin did not see a king rather his saw a weary old man.
"Are you alright" As Frigga whispered these words Odin could feel his once tight muscles loosen.
"Today has been long my love I have sentenced one son to be tortured and I will lose the other if the Bifröst Bridge is repaired with the Tesseract."
His armour discarded Odin could do nothing but confide his worries and fears to his wife as she slowly guided him to the edge of their bed. Sitting on the edge Odin could feel Frigga move to his back her hands expertly weaving their way across his back tired muscles quickly relaxed under her tender care. Slowly leaning into her arms Odin knew that no matter how relaxed his body was his mind still tormented him over his son's betrayal and what he could have done to avoid it.
"Frigga how did it come to this where did I go wrong with Loki?" Sighed Odin
Easing her husband down into the bed Frigga slowly eased herself in beside him before responding.
"For all your power you cannot see the future my love that power is limited to me and even with it you would not have been able to stop what came to pass."
Frigga responded her soft tones slowly lulling Odin to sleep in response he began to slowly wrap an arm around his wife and draw her close. Taking a deep breath Odin could smell the perfume Frigga wore mixed with an earthy tone she had always possessed before continuing their conversation.
"What truly concerned me was the way he acted there was no fear in his eyes at the trial and I could have sworn he smirked as the guards led him away." Odin yawned out the last few words before sleep finally overtook him.
Pursing her lips Frigga's gaze quickly darted to her spinner the temptation of gazing at her son's future was almost overpowering, fingers itching Frigga began to rise from the bed. Her plans were quickly interrupted by her husband who feeling the loss of warmth quickly snaked his arms around her waist and drew her back toward his chest. Sighing Frigga allowed her thoughts of the future be chased away by the dreams of sleep.
In Thor's chamber the first son of Odin tossed within his own bed mind tormented by the nightmarish screams of an invisible Loki being tortured. Every so often the god of thunder would wake his body quickly snapping into a sitting position his eyes darting trying to penetrate the darkness of his chambers. Giving up on having a goodnights rest Thor slipped Mjolnir onto his hip and began making his way to the training field to occupy his mind and body.
In the darkness of the night Thor found peace with each swing of his hammer the worries of his mind slowly being shed away leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake his mind glad to be finally free of worry.
Deep within the bowels of Asgard's highest mountain hidden in the pitch black darkness surrounded by ice and water kneeled a lone naked figure his form twisting and thrashing in a vain attempt to move. If one had a form of light one could see that the lone figure did not thrash to escape but instead to shift their face away from a great snake held aloft their head venom dripping from its fangs.
The guards had led the trickster god to his cell through one huge door on the outside of wood, a second door completely constructed of stone and a final door made entirely from steel. Loki was shoved into his cell by sword point and soon wrapped in enchanted chains of dwarven make their nullifying runes stealing the magic from Loki's grasp. As soon as the chains were placed the weighed the god down his strength no match for the chains enchanted weight. Once immobile the guards breathed a collective sigh of relief before sheathing their blades while Loki could only roll his eyes at their fear.
Dwarves soon joined the guards in Loki's cell one carrying a strange device of steel while the other dragged a great snake behind him. As soon as the device was installed above his head the dwarves laboured to place the sleeping snake within it. Once secure the device opened the snakes mouth while placing two pieces of metal within its mouth that when applied pressure venom began to drip from the snakes fangs.
As soon as the device began working the guards and dwarves exited the dank cave that was Loki's prison each resound boom as the doors closed behind the guards driving home how helplessness of his situation. As the snakes venom began to slowly roll its way down the snakes fangs Loki barely had time to prepare his mind and body for what was to come.
Pain, that was all Loki the God of Mischief could feel but this was not any ordinary pain it radiated from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes and so potent that it felt like his nerves had been set aflame. His body could find no rest his arms chained back so far his shoulders were almost popping out of their sockets, a chain around his chest pulled him into an almost bow like shape with his legs chained in a kneeling position.
Loki could do nothing but scream and thrash as his clever twisting mind was being drowned in all consuming pain and for the first time in Loki's existence his mind went blank no schemes or tricks just darkness.
When Loki awoke the pain was still there as all-consuming as it was before but now he could think his mind protected by a wall his body a distant unnoticed thing. In this small room of cognitive thought the god was safe able to smile knowing that what he had set in motion would soon come to fruition. All he needed to do was bide his time for the most opportune moment to strike and then all of his enemies would fall.
Deep within the bowels of Asgard's highest mountain the God of Mischief Loki lays chained and tortured but even then if one looked upon his face they would see a smirk upon his lips and a shiver would run down their spine.
Deep within the suffocating darkness of space moves three gigantic Chitauri ships moved each armed for an impending invasion. Within the lead ship the Sanctuary II sitting upon a throne of steel and bone is a being that can be called no less than a god. His massive frame built purely of muscle rippled as he shifted in his throne his deep purple skin and almost neon bright eyes visible in the darkness created the image of a being that was both feared and worshipped.
Another form quickly moved towards the throne with each step growing smaller compared to the being it stood before. Quickly prostrating himself the form wrapped in its cloak and mask spoke his voice deep each word was carrying itself clearly to his lord's ears.
"Mighty Lord Thanos the navigators project that it will take three years to reach the place known as Earth."
"We will reach the planet in half that time and no longer do you understand." Thanos's baritone voice rumbled from the darkness.
"As you command Great Lord we will reach there in half the time I will make sure of it."
As the form spoke he bowed himself further his steel mask connecting with the floor as a sign of confirmation. With only a rumble from his lord as confirmation The Other quickly retreated from Thanos's presence making his way to the navigator to ensure his lord's will be done. The information was not well received by the navigator his constant use of the word impossible irritated The Other. After confirming that he could not do as asked The Other quickly bisected the Chitauri navigator with his blade and promoted another in his place who quickly assured him he would perform the lord's will.
Satisfied The Other returned to his desolate chambers of blue steel he slowly sat upon the cold floor his mind quickly racing through various battle plans to counter act the ones known as The Avengers. The Other felt the touch of a smile on his lips the thought of destroying the arrogant humans who dared to defy Thanos racing through his mind and in the darkness of his mask this smile grew even wider.
The pieces are in place and ready to move but who will strike the first blow?
-Final Silence