Title: Initiation

Author: Metamorcy

Summary: Six months after the invasion Loki finds himself being sent to Midgard for protection, accompanied by Thor and hidden from Asgard. He doesn't understand why, it's strange as it is considering he's supposed to be punished and imprisoned for his crimes. Still, he'll take advantage of his situation. If only his past wouldn't come back to haunt him, especially one he hadn't even known existed.

Pairing: none

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Seriously? Don't own, just the idea

A/N: First story in this fandom. I'm still trying to get used to the personalities so don't hesitate to let me know if I got something wrong. Anyway, this is more of a plot-heavy story and won't focus on romantic relationships. Enjoy!

Beta'd by Ankou13 and WhiteAngel128

Chapter 1

Loki had expected many things when he was returned to Asgard; having his powers stripped away, being left to rot in a jail cell for the rest of his life, impending execution, all that and more passed through his mind as he travelled the path towards his once-home. After all he had done, that outcome for his activities was too obvious. He would be a fool not to expect it after being captured, a real fool not to know of the consequences for his failure. Of course, he didn't regret what he had done: not at all. Every action in his life had been committed with a purpose, with no regret, and he would continue on with that even at the thought of facing his death at the hands of his adoptive father or executioner-to-be.

Thor was at his side as he was pulled towards the Allfather in the throne room and his mother next to him on the dais, staring down at her youngest in worry. His blue eyes glanced towards the woman and gave her a small smile. He'd admit only to himself that he had some regret towards causing his mother so much worry, the one person who had really cared about him despite being of another race. She had treated him with the same love and kindness as Thor, like he was truly her own flesh and blood despite knowing the truth of his history. As their eyes connected, he watched as his mother broke down and cried on his behalf, trying to speak to him to stop him from doing something stupid. She was trying to prevent him from opening his mouth and saying something that might heighten his punishment for his crimes. She knew him well after all, knew that his tongue wouldn't be held back against the man who had stolen him and forced him to live a life of lies. Oh how he hated the Allfather.

His hands and legs were in chains, preventing him from moving or accessing his magic. It was the best way to restrain him until his trial with Odin and to keep him under control. Frigga wrapped her arms around him and for a moment, Loki was delighted at the warmth she brought with her grasp. It was comforting and there was a momentary thought that passed through his mind: he had missed that touch. He had missed the warm hugs from Frigga and could feel her nails digging into his back as if trying to keep herself attached. Thor patted his back gently as he muttered the words of 'brother' and 'please' but Loki didn't bother to listen. It was the same speech his mother had given in hopes of keeping him quiet. Eventually, the Queen had to pull away and a flicker of emotion passed through her expression, showing just how reluctant she was at the action.

"So," Loki started, gazing at Odin with a smirk while keeping up his agitated appearance despite the fear that was slowly beginning to seep in. He was afraid of the result, knowing there were only two choices before him that could go various ways. Loki was familiar with punishments from Odin from the past and he would expect nothing else. "What shall await me?"

"Hold your tongue," Odin's voice boomed through the area, commanding silence from his adopted son. He watched as Loki went quiet but didn't show a strain of emotion on his expression, gazing down at the other from his throne. Everyone waited for the result, the fate of their once prince. "You have committed a great many crimes against the realms, against the throne, and against those around you, that cannot go unpunished."

"I would expect that." Loki muttered under his breath, knowing fully well that everyone could hear him.

Odin glared for a moment, his only visible eye narrowing slightly at the comment. Thor could not look at his brother, turning away in sadness, and Frigga continued to cry in misery. "For the crimes you have executed against Asgard and Midgard, I sentence you to imprisonment in our dungeon's lowest level and to be stripped of your magic until you have learned your lesson. Though your magic might be returned to you, the dungeon will no doubt keep it contained to ensure no chances of escape. You are to have no visitors and will be subjected to isolation for one hundred years. After that, you will be allowed visitors, but you will forever remain in that cell for the rest of your life."

Loki sneered angrily and opened his mouth to voice a retort, but the guard beside him had shoved him slightly. It was enough to make him switch his focus from his words against the Allfather to the annoying man beside him, yanking himself back so that he wouldn't fall down. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Odin rising from his throne with his spear in hand, looking dignified as usual. Loki rotated his body so that he could be directly in front, watching as the older man slowly moved down the stairs towards him. He held his breath, knowing exactly what would come next. He had seen it done multiple times to others who wielded magic and knew the pain that would come from it would burn into his entire being. Still, he refused to give anyone the pleasure of seeing himself suffer and he would remain strong despite knowing his fate. The Allfather stopped before him, just a foot away, and stared at him with a calm gaze. Loki sneered. "What? What's the hold up? I'm waiting."

Frigga grumbled from the side, yelling at him to stop antagonizing his father. Thor, despite the fact that Loki knew he knew the importance of remaining quiet, yelled at his father, argued that imprisonment was enough and the stripping of his brother's powers was simply too much. Loki blinked in confusion, gazing at Thor in question before turning away. He couldn't allow any emotion to slip past his mask, none. It had to be contained, condensed, and fixed. Only hatred, anger, and detest slithered through his eyes, making sure that Odin would be able to see it freely. But the flickering of his eyes towards his brother wasn't missed by the family members more in tune with Loki's habits.

As Odin raised his hand up towards his chest, Loki sucked in a breath and held it for a few seconds before releasing it. It was going to hurt, it was going to tear him apart, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Is this what you really want?

This isn't your true wish.

Loki kept his gaze on Odin's one eye and he felt the hand pressing against his chest, knowing that it was only moments before everything was gone. Everything he had worked for, and known, would all disappear. He would become powerless, weak, and useless. He would become everything he wasn't from just one little action.

"You have disappointed me, Loki. I thought you would know better." Odin whispered, keeping his hand pressed against his chest.

The black-haired male just chuckled in amusement. "I care no longer for you or your praise. You are no father of mine, not anymore."

No. No. No. No.

Leave him alone!

"You are my son."

There was a twitch on Loki's lips at the response. "No, you used me. You stole me. You wanted to keep me hidden away until you found a use for me. Don't you dare try to lie to me! I know better and more than you ever will!"

Don't touch him. Don't touch him!

How dare you. How dare you, Odin!

"I see. So there is no point in reasoning with you any longer," Odin simply blinked. "Then so be it." His fingers began to glow and Loki bit down on his bottom lip to contain the screams that would tear through his throat. His eyes automatically closed and knew he had forgotten to breathe. This was it. This would be the end of him. He wanted to laugh, but he dared not move his mouth in fear of letting something else out. Oh, how he wanted to laugh in spite of his misery. He wanted to ingrain his voice into everyone's minds and haunt them for the rest of their lives. Of course, he didn't bother. There was no point. Before long, he would become nothing more than a forgotten memory to everyone, left abandoned down below in the dungeons for the rest of his life. Even if he got his magic back on good behavior, he would never be able to leave that place, ever.

Oh well.

As he felt Allfather's powers begin to slip through, Loki opened his eyes to peer at the older man. Why did he suddenly feel at… peace? Loki blinked again in confusion, feeling the powers making its way towards the center of his body, to the core of his soul where his magic laid. Why did it feel like he didn't care? Like he was warm and being embraced? It didn't belong to Odin. No, this wasn't Odin's power. It was something else. 'What…' He felt as darkness began to overwhelm his mind and he closed his eyes halfway in content. It was better if he let himself slide away, to let this all be over. Loki could only feel at peace, unable to tear himself away or focus on his current situation. He could feel a pair of hands wrapped gently around his body, warm and blissful. It felt wonderful and before he knew it, he fell into a pleasurable sleep. However, just before he drifted away, he could see Odin's surprised expression and smirked in amusement.

You can't win, Odin.

Never.

Life asked Death,

'Death,

Why do people love me, but hate you?'

Death responded,

'Because you are a beautiful lie

And I am the painful truth.'

Loki snapped his eyes awake and raised his body into a sitting position. He breathed heavily as sweat dripped down his body and blinked rapidly as he tried to focus on his surroundings. His eyes spiraled around the room, locating the decorations and items that surrounded him as he tried to clear his mind. He was in the dungeons. He knew that for a fact from just the outside surroundings, having been down here many times in the past whenever he and Thor had dragged criminals into the cells. The glowing anti-magic yellow walls that prevented his escape were encased around him from all sides, keeping him contained within a small living space. He knew there was no escape - he would be trapped in this very room for the rest of his life. The outside beyond the yellow walls were empty, no other prisoner in the area except him. He would be confined on his own, isolated from everyone just as Odin had demanded.

Sighing heavily, he observed his room a little more. He had the basics to live in this room: a bed, a desk, some chairs, a chest of drawers, a stand, and a door to a room he suspected was the bathroom. Everything was simple. Loki sneered angrily and sat up further in his bed, swinging his feet off the side. His eyes peered down towards his hands and body. He was still dressed in the same clothes, unchanged except for his coat that was draped neatly over a chair. Despite being a high-class criminal, he was being treated better than others who had been given some ugly robes and nothing else. How funny.

As he stood up, expecting to collapse onto the floor from his lack of magic, he blinked in confusion. He didn't feel any different. He didn't feel like anything had changed. Loki peered towards his hands and immediately tried to use magic. The God of Mischief could feel that familiar, powerful surge of power as it rushed through his body and poured from his hands. A sphere of green light encased above his hands, floating gently as it glowed brilliantly. 'What?'

He had his magic, he could still produce magic. How? He was certain that it would be gone along with a part of his soul. A part of his very being would disappear with his magic since that was how it worked after all. So how could he still have magic? It didn't make sense. Odin was about to take it away, he remembered that along with the flow of Odin's powers slipping into his very body. So why?

Loki sneered again, making his spell begin to dissipate, before tossing it at the yellow walls. The ball of light vanished against the wall, disappearing. "Looks like this place might really be able to hold me down. Impressive, Odin. You probably built this place in mind to keep someone like me encaged, knowing that those average cells wouldn't be able to hold my powers."

Not bothering with the walls any longer, he wandered about his newfound room to see where everything was. There was a chest he hadn't noticed before and he opened it to see some of his old stuff from his bedroom. It ranged from books, some decorations to even a blanket he had on his old bed. Loki smiled at the thought before heading to the chest of drawers, peaking inside only to see his old clothes he had worn before the whole throne incident. This must have been from his mother, he just knew it. It could only be from her. Even after everything that had happened, he couldn't hate her - not at all.

Pulling out some clothes, he ran his fingers through the fabric and his mind couldn't help but flash back to the nostalgia of the past. He still remembered the days when he was still innocent about his life, his family, his identity. It was all over of course, but sometimes he wished he could go back to those days of peacefulness. However, it was impossible, not with the hatred that was burning through his veins. Loki shook his head, he couldn't get attached or emotional, not now. He collected a set of clothes to change into, wanting to get out of the ones he had worn since his appearance in Midgard. Running a hand through his hair as he slicked the falling locks back, he decided he really needed a bath and with that in mind, he stood up to make his way towards the bathroom.

Loki sighed blissfully, feeling clean and at ease despite being contained in a jail cell. Washing all the blood and dirt from his recent battles off his body and putting some clean clothes over himself felt great, and he decided to stroll around his room once more before settling into his chair. Using some magic, he got the chest to open and make his various books spill out into one neat stack. Once he was comfortable with the position, he flicked his finger to make one appear in his hands and peered at the title. The books weren't exactly those he wanted to have, but it was better than nothing. At least he would have something to hold his attention while he waited for the Allfather to appear. Loki smirked, knowing very well that Odin would have to appear sooner or later. There was no doubt he needed some answers as to why he still had his magic. The only thing he remembered before he lost consciousness was the widening of Odin's eyes.

'How strange.' He played with his magic a little more, feeling the power flow freely without any sort of containment, only to dissipate when it touched the yellow walls. He tch'ed.

Within a few hours, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps and smirked in amusement. Looks like they had come, they were too impatient. Still, despite knowing he had guests, he remained in his position, unmoved. He would not give them any sort of satisfaction of seeing him miserable. He continued to listen, no longer paying attention to his book, and focused on their footsteps. They were rushing and he recognized a few within the bunch. His cursed adoptive father was there, coming to meet him, along with his mother, but no Thor. He could recognize Thor's heavy footsteps miles away, it wasn't hard. He watched from the corner of his eyes as the group of people appeared, surrounding his cell to ensure that they could see him from all sides. Odin stood before him, Frigga at his side, and stared at the person he had once called his son.

"My, my, what's this?" Loki chuckled, kicking his feet onto the table. The book was still kept on his lap, his eyes peering over the pages, but not reading. "And here I thought I was to be isolated. What's with the surprise visit?"

"Loki," Odin spoke first, stepping closer with his spear slamming down against the floor. "What have you done to yourself? Tell me."

This brought on confusion, Loki immediately covering it up, and tilted his head back against the edge of the chair. "Whatever do you mean?" His voice was filled with mockery, keeping it straight despite his own confusion. "Though I am quite curious as to why I still retain my magic. I thought you were going to strip it away." To prove his words, he created a green mist, spinning it around his form.

There was some grumbling from various people along the cell walls, some he recognized from the council. Odin didn't show any emotion and stood his ground. "I was. However, something stopped me before I could start," Loki narrowed his eyes at that, putting down his feet to show that he was listening. "How did you manage to stop me?

The black-haired male peered around once more before refocusing on the Allfather. He was curious, he didn't understand either and he was certain he hadn't done anything. He had been weakened and defenseless against Odin. He wouldn't have been able to fight back at all. "I didn't do anything."

"You did."

"I didn't." Loki fought back.

Odin didn't speak up against that for a few seconds and continued to observe the man behind the wall. "You really don't know?"

"Of course not, you old fool," There was some snarling from the men around him at his offence, but he ignored it all. He didn't bother covering up his confusion. "You know I don't have the ability to stop you. Not yet, at least." He smirked in amusement, riling the people around his cage further.

"Loki, stop that," Frigga stepped forward, her hands against her chest as she looked at her son. There was a flash of fear hiding within her eyes, noticeable to Loki himself. "Please, just answer our questions honestly. We're concerned about you."

"Oh really," Loki snorted, but didn't go any further, backing down at his mother's voice. "Keep going."

"When Odin tried to… take your powers, something struck out and attacked him. He got away before anything happened, but you lost consciousness along the way. You collapsed and we ended up bringing you here. Everyone was shocked about what happened."

Loki hummed gently to himself, curious about the matter. He didn't understand this subject at all. It was odd. "What exactly do you mean by 'something'? Did it appear out of nowhere?"

"From your body. It wrapped around you protectively and attacked anyone who tried to get close."

"Strange… I don't remember casting any sort of spell. I don't even know a spell that can do that," The sorcerer rubbed underneath his chin as his mind went over the details. No spell he could think of would do something like that. He needed more information. There was no way he could form an idea without that critical information he was missing. "What happened to those that were attacked?"

"We're not sure. We were lucky they got away before anything happened."

Loki's curiosity on the subject began to grow stronger. He wished he had seen it himself. At least then he might have an answer. He tilted his head to one side and stepped around the room curiously. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing the locks back, and chuckled gently. It was a shame that nothing had happened to those attacked, at least then he might have something. Regardless, he truly didn't know anything. "I'm afraid I don't know anything about what happened. If you have nothing else to speak to me about, then leave."

There were more harsh mutterings from the men around, arguing that they should just kill Loki or not believe him and his lies. Odin and Frigga did nothing, keeping quiet before looking at each other and finally turning away. There was no point in continuing the conversation with their son; it was pointless at this time. Loki watched as the cluster of people vanished behind the wall as they went up the stairs, leaving him alone with his thoughts. For a moment, he smirked before settling back into his chair and lifting up his book. He flipped open the cover and returned to where he had been before he was interrupted. He could think about the details later, he had all the time in the world to do so after all.

Here's the first chapter. Hope it's interesting for you readers. Let me know if I should continue this.