Disclaimer: I own nothing. And will continue to own nothing throughout the rest of this story. Therefore, I believe this one disclaimer at the beginning of the story will suffice.
A/N: I'm going to attempt to avoid the huge rants I often give in author's notes. I will instead summarize. Basically, I'm a basket case and anxiety-prone. And when I feel this way, I write. About whatever inspires me. Lately, this has been movieverse Loki, thus this fanfic was born.
This "prologue" is meant to be a newspaper clipping. Also, I do NOT plan on this story being graphically or explicitly gory, but there is certainly reference to torture/violence/disturbing images. It's kind of grim, but very necessary for the plot. I wanted to have the warning out there.
I'm planning on posting the first chapter some time tonight. Hopefully, hopefully, this happens. I know myself to be a very inconsistent, unreliable, fickle fanfiction writer. But the chapter is almost done, so again, HOPEFULLY.
Not that I honestly expect anyone to read this. And gah, this note is ALREADY too long!
Grace for Cheap
A WAKING NIGHTMARE: MUTILATED BOY DISCOVERED HIDING IN THE
CARNAGE OF FELLOW ORPHANS
Loki Laufeyson, one of the twelve missing orphans from The Asgard Orphanage, was discovered yesterday cowering underneath a pile of dead bodies in an abandoned warehouse. After a year and a half of nearly fruitless searching, authorities finally picked up on a threadbare trail leading from the orphanage in upstate New York to a desolate collection of buildings in Southeast Oregon. While information remains frustratingly (and suspiciously) shady on how and who pinpointed this location, an anonymous member of the SWAT team accredits the discovery to "faulty air tickets, unnamed eye witnesses of suspicious activity, and painstaking analysis of illegal modes of transport." Although this vague comment provides no real explanations, the team has been clear on a one fact: Loki Laufeyson is the only living survivor of the now infamous "Asgard Kidnapping Case."
Ironically the youngest and smallest of the orphans, 10-year-old Laufeyson embodies both the horror of the incident and the sheer willpower to live. Authorities not only report starvation and dehydration, but bruised forearms that suggest forced needle entrance; lacerations from knives and whippings; burns from what appears to be a cigarette lighter and multiple black-and-blues on his back, stomach, and ribcage. SWAT team member Roberts reluctantly claims, "He was more like a wounded animal than a little boy when we found him…he wouldn't let us go near him for the longest time." Roberts refused to give further commentary, but sources state that he, along with many other trained and professional agents, will be attending long term therapy.
They cannot be blamed. Laufeyson was not only found in a warehouse full of murdered children. He was not only found abused beyond recognition.
He was found with his mouth stitched shut.
(Cont. on pg. 5)