-PART ONE -
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. Thor and Odin stood in the doorway and watched, as the guards beat him. Loki's face, emotionless.
Thor stepped forward "Father enough, stop this in-humanity"
Odin turned to look at his son "Those mortals have made you soft, Thor." He turned back to the guards and held up a hand "Stop, leave him"
The guards tightened the shackles and left.
The dungeon was dark; the air was damp and cold. As soon as they all left Loki sighed and let his shoulders sag, his head flopped forward in exhaustion. The wounds on his body stung and he gritted his teeth.
He shakily exhaled and the tears begun to gather in his eyes. Letting out a great wail of anger and pain he stretched up on his knees then doubled over again. Silent tears ran down his face, and amongst the sharp, shallow breathes and soundless whine in his throat, he whispered something. Three words.
"I'm…Sorry...Sera"
The room dropped in temperature and the air shifted slightly. Loki looked up, his eyes red and weeping still. A young girl, early teens looked down at him.
Her hair was a dirty blonde and her skin fair. Her grey eyes were like stormy seas, yet they were kind as she smiled. There was a slight golden haze around her and she kneeled down to his level. She frowned when she saw him crying, all cut and bruised. She stood back up her gaze fixed on him "What is this? The mighty Loki, beaten and scarred? I thought you were off to conquer the mortal world."
Loki glared up at her but said nothing.
Her smile faded, she looked upset and the girl fell to her knees and threw her arms around him. "I'm glad you back, I missed you."
He rested his chin on her shoulder, his wrists straining against the shackles.
"I missed you to Sera, so much." he said quietly, trying to blink away the tears.