A/N: so this is only the prologue. I was going to give you more of the torture he went through but I couldn't stomach it and the research made me hate humanity so, I did a more poetic approach while letting you see a glimpse. I felt that it would also show you how detached Loki is if kept away from names but I'm sure you can follow. Oh and this is going to go away from the plot of Thor the Dark World. Loki did die (sorta) but was found by the chitari and brought back to life so he could suffer punishment for failing them. Sooo yea. Please review! Flames make me laugh at you so go ahead and send them my way if you feel so inclined.
"Scream you worthless cur!" An echo of a scream reaches every corner of the dungeon.
"Pl-please stop." A whimper escapes his mouth. His pride has long sense been destroyed. Why was he left alone? He wakes up healing only to find that they start with the mind and end with the body, to start all over again after they bring his body back to life. He laughs at the plea.
"All alone now aren't you? Where is your father, your brother, your mother?" He whimpers again crying freely. The torturer shushes him in mock comfort. "I will all be ok. You will never be alone here." A promise that he prays will never be answered. He then feels nails being placed over his body. He isn't left waiting long, they are pounded into his body until they are covered by his blood. He lets out another howl of pain and hands grab his mouth keeping it open. Then, boiling water is forced into his mouth and down his throat scolding his throat making his future screams hurt more than ever before. He cries again but he can't make any more tears.
Hours pass and he can no longer scream but gasp.
Days pass and he can no longer feel for he is too tired and has grown accustomed to the pain.
Months pass and he has forgotten light, what warmth felt like. But, a dim glow through a crack graces his pale eyes. He no longer feels his restraints and thirsts for the light. Magic has been pooling into his core to not be touched and he remembers a desperate spell from what feels is eons ago. He whispers the words no longer remembering what his voices sounds like but clawing his way mentally and physically toward it. When he reaches it the spell is cast and strength returns to him. A mad dash out of the pit filled with desperation takes hold. With the spell he cast, he takes out those who stand in his way until he gets to the edge of the darkness. Hearing the monstrous fiends behind him he throws himself head long through the clouds and lets the universe take him where it may. When he lands in a small explosion of power he whispers one last spell. He feels, before he passes out, his mind and body being contorted and twisted until he is separated. From what, he isn't sure any more, but a calm has settled over his mind and he sleeps in a blissful silence.