Author's Note: This chapter contains scenes of torture and violence. Please be aware of that before reading on.

~Lokasenna – Tortured Prince~

Chapter One

Thor had grasped the prisoner tightly, his beefy hand around the thin arm of the condemned. The blonde prince looked at the prisoner, his face showing some sadness. He felt sorry for the man, he wanted to change things. Go back, and let things go a different path, one which didn't end like this.

"Brother, this was your doing." Thor spoke as they walked. Guards surrounded him and the criminal. The criminal, meanwhile, said nothing. He physically couldn't as a metal mask was covering his mouth. He could breathe, even if it was barely. "Brother, nod if you heard me."

Thor persisted. He felt the man clench and tense up as they got closer to the golden doors. The man was scared. The guards left Thor and the prisoner, walking to guard another place in the palace.

Thor hesitated and went to take the muff of him, but the criminal batted his hand away. The shackles upon his wrist shook and jangled at the action. "Brother." Thor let out, heartbroken. The prisoner just looked straight ahead, staring. The cuts and bruises were bright against his pale face and his raven black hair was knotted with rubble, greasy with sweat and dripping with blood. Thor sighed and held the leash as the doors opened.

"I don't want to do this, brother." Thor sighed again. He proceeded to walk into the halls of Asgard, tugging the prisoner forward.

All of Asgard had turned up for this event. Rich people, miners, doctors, shopkeepers, peasants, you name it. They were all there. Who would miss it? It was the trial of the century, according to some. They booed and hissed as the prisoner walked through the crowded. The rich people hit the prisoner with their canes; the peasants spat on his face and threw rotten vegetables at him. No reaction from the prisoner, not even a flinch. It was like he was somewhere else. It wasn't until a gang of youths attacked him with baseball bat, did the prisoner really react. The boys laughed, the girls sang mockingly.

"Prince of Asgard,
he falls like rain.
Prince of Asgard,
he will never see daylight again.
Prince of Asgard,
he has a cell to rot
Prince of Asgard,
Beaten, burnt, bruised, until there's nothing more he's got.
Prince of Asgard,
we shall remember him, yes.
Prince of Asgard,
lets never let him rest."

The girls skipped around the prisoner, their dresses flowing as they did. The boys yelled at one another to hit in a particular place. They suddenly froze, all of them. They stared into the prisoner's eyes, the cold eyes full of anger and rage. The children stopped their games and backed away to their parents sensing danger. The criminal stood up to his feet, grunting slightly as Thor jerked the chains forward.

Finally, after what felt like a year, they reached the foot of Odin's throne. Thor knelt before the weary, tired looking king. His beard was the same white but his face was wrinkly and cracked, as if it had been painted with the paintbrush of life. Odin nodded to Thor, not even acknowledging the prisoner.

"Remove the muff." Odin ordered a guard, his voice flat. He'd seen this prisoner so many times, running around the palace, his laughter filling up the golden tinted rooms, his face brightening up everyone's day. Well that was until it all began. As the guard removed the prisoner's mask, two other guards pushed him down to kneel before the Allfather.

"Loki Laufeyson," Odin started, exhaustion dripping from his voice. "You have been charged with genocide of the human race. How do you plead?" Odin blinked as the prisoner remained quiet. "Are you deaf? I asked you, how do you plead?"

Still silence. The guards walked to him and put a blade against the prisoner's long slender neck.

"How. Do. You. Plead. Loki?" Odin repeated, annoyed. Loki looked up at the guard's eyes and smiled, crookedly.

"Guilty." Loki said quietly, just above a whisper. Gasps could be heard from the crowd. They all expected him to plead not guilty, and lie. Loki was a talented liar, always had been. Silence fell like snow on a winter's morning. Shaking free from the guard's clutches, Loki stood to his feet and walked to the crowd.

"Did you hear me?" He shouted to them, walking round. "I am guilty!" Loki laughed, slightly. Everyone just watched in awe. How had this prince become like this? He then stopped, recognising the children. "Go on. Sing your nursery rhyme." They remained silent. Odin stood up, catching Loki's attention, diverting it away from the children.

"Loki, prince of Asgard, I sentence you to 2 years of torture for your actions both here, and on Midgard." Odin nodded; the crowd cheered loudly and shouted the Allfather's name in triumph.

"Father..." Loki whimpered as the guards tugged him along by the leash. Anger welled up inside of him like it had done since he arrived here. It erupted like a volcano. "Father! Hear me now when I say these words! I will be king! And I will be triumphant!" He laughed loudly before, feeling a thump to his head. Loki was unconscious. As the guards dragged his limp body from the hall, the children began to sing their mocking song, and the people cheered for Odin.

That was the last thing Loki Laufeyson heard from the Asgardian people, his 'father, until he heard locks and chains. Opening his eyes, Loki realised he was naked and tied to something hard. He winced at the bright light overhead. Squinting his green eyes, the god looked up seeing a serpent flying around the wooden pole he was tied too. Testing the chains' strength, Loki grunted and realised, he was not leaving. He thought this pretty good, until he saw something heading towards him. It was thick, gooey and like honey, but it was dark purple. Loki watched it as it fell towards him. He struggled again, recognising it. Serpent poison. Loki grunted as the chains chaffed against his pale skin, red marks forming along his wrists and ankles. His breathing rate increased, his battered and scarred chest rising up and down, up and down, up and down, due to the panic his body was in. It slid down his chest and fizzed against his bare skin like acid. Loki cried out, desperately trying to get free, but it was no use. His magic wouldn't work here. These were Asgardian prisons, built for keeping criminals with magic contained. He screamed loudly as the poison slid down his chest. It fell down the dip of his bellybutton and out again, heading down to his crotch. Loki was suffering more than he was when he entered that unknown planet. His raspy breathing powered on through the traumatic experience. The sound of the poison sizzling through the layers of his skin was like hearing someone slicing their own arm off. He screamed loudest when the poison reaching his sensitive area down in his crotch, the poison gnawing away the skin. The gooey liquid spread out along his arms and chest and legs, but it never hit his face or neck. Loki grinned slightly, but it was not one of happiness. It was that of madness.

"Home sweet home." He murmured before he screeched out again