HERE WE GO GUYS! First real FrostIron series. Please please please review, suggestions welcome, and spread the word! I love you all!
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The Truth Chapter One
Loki was jostled between the two beefy guards who were carrying him down the hallway.
The hallway.
Loki gave a pathetic whimper at what lay ahead for him. This was going on the sixth time he was being sent for a "talk" with the Asguardian in charge of the Chitauri prison. Apparently it wasn't enough that he was beaten senseless every day, dehydrated and starved to the point of becoming ill, or he hadn't bathed in over a month.
Nearly a month and a half ago Loki had been defeated and captured by "The Avengers". He had been taken back to Asguard and presented to his not father, Odin, for punishment. From there it had been decided that he was to be imprisoned in the Chitauri jail—on that gods forsaken planet—until the end of his days. Which was going to be a long time considering Loki was immortal.
"I have to get out of here." Loki thought as they neared the door.
The door.
The guard to his left reached out for the door, not focusing on Loki for just a moment. Using the opportunity to his advantage, Loki jerked violently out of the guards' grip. He fell the one foot distance to the floor and ran like hell down the hall and toward—toward nothing in particular, just needing to get away from the nightmare about to occur behind that door.
Loki stumbled halfway down the hall and fell with his face in the filthy floor. He was too tired, too weak, to exhausted, to get away. Loki felt hot tears streaming down his face and he whimpered even more pathetically than before when two pairs of rough hands lifted him up my his (nearly non-existent) biceps. They carried him down the hallway thrashing and screaming, a sorry sight to see.
"NO! Let go! Don't take me to him! Plea-he-hese…!" Loki sobbed loudly as they carried him past the threshold of the door. He was thrown to the floor with a meaty "thump". As soon as he hit the ground he felt the all too familiar feel of tightening leather being attached to his wrists and ankles. He screamed helplessly as he was hoisted up and his hands tied above his head. His toes barely brushed the floor and his breathing was haggard. His ankles were secured to the wall and a moment later the guards left. Loki sobbed, knowing what was to come, and yelled on last time before he saw the Asguardian in charge walk into the room with a broad grin.
I know Loki seems a little OOC in this chapter, but if this was happening to me, i would be OOC too. You'll see why soon enough! :D