Disclaimer; I don't own the Avengers, Marvel does. If only I could own Tony Stark, but I don't.
Author's Notes; This is just a little thing I thought of, and I decided to morph it into a fic. It's rather dark, so if you're easily triggered, I wouldn't suggest reading this. Reviews are welcome, and wanted!
"And the sky breaks at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They'll all come around
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
G'bye for now."
-"Man of the Hour" Pearl Jam.
"Loki, son of Odin and son of Laufey, you are gathered here today to decide a punishment for your crimes against Asgard and Midgard." The tension was extremely high in the court room. No one dared to speak. The accused sat motionless; his hands were bound by shackles and the silver gag was still on his face from days earlier. His emerald eyes stayed down, not making eye contact with anyone. The judgment was to be rendered by his father.
'Go figure.' Loki thought, rolling his eyes. 'At least it isn't my ignorant brother.'
"You have committed treason against this realm; you have cost Midgard a high number of human lives. The crimes you have committed are worthy of death." As Odin spoke, small whimpers could be heard from Frigga. "No matter how you have betrayed me, or this realm, I cannot possibly put you to death. Instead, you will be…punished." Even though his voice showed no hint of pain, or hesitation, Odin's eyes were filled with tears. Something that Loki didn't see. "Your mouth will be sewn together. Maybe then you will be grateful for your voice, then. You will be beaten, accordingly. The length of your punishment has yet to be determined. Your gag will be removed, where you will be allowed to say your last words before your sentence will be started."
The gag was removed from Loki's mouth by a maiden of Odin's'. "I will never stop." That was his simple last words. He was taken by his arms by a few burly guards; at his last glance of his "family", he saw the tears of his brother. He locked eyes with his mom, who was sobbing, by now.
He remembered every crack of the whip on his back. Loki had forgotten what sunlight had felt, or even looked like. His room was pitch dark; even his enhanced vision couldn't find any light. He could even scream. Loki was completely miserable, in every since of the word. Soon, the God was forgotten about. Save for a little maid who brought him food every few days. Soon, ideas were being tossed around in his head. He needed to get away, that much was apparent. How, was the question? After being fed and not being beaten, he had gained back some of his strength. Just enough to make his break. The flimsy steel of the chains snapped when he yanked them from the wall. Loki fell with a quiet thud. Immediately, his hands went to his mouth, ripping at the thread in his lips. He cried out.
"How long?" he thought, speaking out loud. He knew had to go to another realm, by simply falling into space. A portal would open sooner or later, he knew that much. It was completely random, though. Loki had no idea where he would end up. Without any words, his rags were transformed into his magnificent emerald and gold armor. He felt a slight pang of nervousness as he ran through the palace halls. If he got caught he would be killed, no doubt about that. The guards had orders to kill.
With a simple leap, he was swept up by the sky. It was nirvana, honestly. Now, all he had to worry about was where he ended up.