Metal Mouth Piece

by: Shironeko19 -cuz i CAN

summary: a journey of love, dispare, and hatred. how loki regained love in Asgard.

characters: Loki, Thor...

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It seemed like a good idea at first. Now, it was regrettable. Both for Thor- holding Loki, suppressed in iron cuffs, and a jaw bound with heavy iron mouth piece- and Loki, the center of attention. Worse, he'd rather stay on earth. Only, he wished to be home, to feel comforted, but that will not happen. Now, scrutinizing eyes surrounded him, with armed weapons by earth's "finest". However pathetic they are.

Loki did not fight, he did not resist. He was doomed from when he was first born, doomed to lose. So was his life story of being second place. This mouth piece was heavy, pulling Loki's head- and gaze- downwards. Thor looked up, Bifrost was to be opened. Thor tightened his grip on Loki's lower bicep, and next he opened his eyes, they were walking across the bridge.

The black haired god savored the few minutes it would take to walk across this bridge, for it may just be the last time he'll breathe fresh air. The last time he'd see his brother, although he dared not look at Thor. Thor the golden child. The perfect son. Loki walked slowly, and at first Thor allowed this. But soon they approached the large gold buildings. The tall towers, and the hateful demeanor of the Asgardians waiting to hurl large items at Loki. He was most known in Asgard. Most hated. Most known as a disappointment.

"Walk faster, and they'll have less a chance to harm you…" Thor whispered into Loki's ear. The fallen god was thankful. And at the same time, this reminded him so of how he'd come to hate the people of Asgard. The way he was never one of them, they'd never say it to his face. There were angry voices waiting, Thor practically dragging his half brother. Once friend. Now stated enemy. It hurt Thor's heart so.

Loki's head lowered more, his jaw tensing even though immobile with the mouth binding. He kept his gaze down, as if not seeing those he grew up with hating them, and them hating him, would make them go away.

A rock.

A rock struck Loki in the side of the head. The temple to be precise. A child had thrown it. Given to him by his father. His father whom had hated Loki since day one. The strike had made Loki's vision blur, and he stumbled on his feet. A mistake. A sign of weakness that begged for more rocks.

One struck Loki's neck. He stifled a flinch. One struck his knee, taking his foot from him. Thor caught Loki from falling. Loki could feel his glare. One hit his shoulder. Loki did not feel it. His arm was already asleep from the Iron wrist restraints. A well aimed one, thrown by a teenage Asgardian boy. This large stone hit Loki's groin. He closed his eyes just for a moment, and tried to keep walking. Thor dragging him once more. Only a few others hit. Mostly on Loki's face. He could feel warm blood running down his face, from his forehead, and his nose. It made it hard to breathe. He shook his head to move the blood off his face. It made it smear, but now he could breathe better.

Soon guards were at all sides of Loki. Left. Right. Front. Back. The back guard had a weapon- of kind Loki could not see- sharp point first into his mid back. As they approached the end of the Asgardian welcoming committee, so to speak. Thor tenderly wiped the blood from his adopted brother's face. The brothers met eyes, only for a moment. Thor noted a helpless look in Loki's eyes. Only for a moment. Then they turned cold.

Loki frowned deeply under his jaw binder. If he was to speak, surely he would've apologized. He did not want to die, and surely that was the outcome of his actions. He felt fear, of all things, fear. It was very unsettling. Then guilt, for he saw that Thor and Mother may be the only ones who care about him anymore. And they may be never to see him again.

They walked up the large steps to the main door. Loki could not bare to take his eyes off the ground. He felt tears coming to his eyes, but he refused to let them free. Much like himself, these tears were to be locked away. In a deep, deep place. A place no one will find them.

He heard mother crying, and thus the guilt started again. Father Odin did not say a word. As usual, he was stone cold, but in a different way than Loki himself.