Deafening Silence
By: The Dreamer Eternal
Loki has spent years being confined. When he is finally released, only a year has passed, while it has been centuries in his mind. He has to join the Avengers with his brother Thor. Loki comes to term with himself and faces his demons. Sorry for the bad summary, but R&R!
Chapter 1: Internment
"Loki Odinson!" The voice boomed in the hall.
"I believe it's Laufeyson." I hissed through my teeth from my kneeling position on the floor.
"You have been convicted of many crimes against Asgard as well as Midgard. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"
My father had no compassion in his eyes as he said this. My brother and mother standing to his right. They looked at me with grief in their eyes.
I half rose to his feet, acting as repentant as I could. "I believe I do, Allfather."
"Speak." Odin said shortly.
I hid a smirk when I heard this. "I would apologize to all of Asgard and Midgard for my actions. I have deeply wronged both and would like to atone for my deeds. I knew not what I was doing. I was so consumed in hate and rage that I could not see the people that loved me. For this, I am truly sorry."
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Thor light up at this. The rest of the hall shifted uneasily. Most of Asgard had come to the Great Hall to see my trial. Hundreds of people crowded the hall, and all of them greatly disliked me.
"Regardless of this new development, your punishment still stands. You will be sentenced to solitary confinement for the rest of your life in the dungeons. On the condition that I find you to truly repent and purge this poison from you, you will be released." My father said to me.
Mother cried out and sank to her knees. Thor caught her in his arms and stared at me sorrowfully. Father said and did nothing as the guards holding my arms pulled me away and the enchanted chains around my wrists tightened. I watched the people in the hall coolly as I was dragged away. The handcuffs kept me from doing any magic so I was helpless. The guards pressed around me on all sides, hurrying me forward. They pushed past the crowd of Asgardians, and headed for the prison. I almost wanted to laugh at their foolishness, their stupidity, their naïveté. The guards and I descended down the stairs, passing checkpoints along the way. The air stank of mold, unwashed bodies, dirt, and vomit. I wrinkled my nose in disdain. The guards led me to a door, much too thin and flimsy for them to actually think would hold me.
"Is this a jest?" I laughed as they drew closer to the pitiful door.
The guards didn't respond, just marched forward with grim expressions. I looked closer at the door. It had no distinguishing characteristics at all, besides being unnaturally smooth. They opened the door and shoved me in, the handcuffs still around my wrists. I stumbled over the entryway, but gathered myself, sending a glare towards the closed door. I examined my surroundings.
A small cot shadowed the far corner, but nothing else decorated the cell. The lighting was a few shades below a comfortable dusk. It bothered me enough to set me on edge. Testing the walls, there were no openings, save for the door. Turning back to the door, I noticed that there was no slot for food to be pushed in. Having nothing else to do, I sat on the bed. Springs creaked annoyingly, and jabbed my backside uncomfortably. With all my powers stripped away, I was as weak and helpless as a mortal. I changed my position to walk to the door. I banged it loudly.
"I request to be given nourishment immediately." I shouted through the door.
No one answered me. I growled and raked a hand through my hair, or as much as I could do with the handcuffs. I tried to connect to my magic, but a damper settled on that ability. I could feel it though, a deep pool that I could see but not touch. I stalked back to my bed and sat down again. I glared at the wall as if it was personally responsible for my punishment. The corner of my mouth curled slightly as I imagined that the wall burned slightly under my glare. But the smile slipped away as I let my head fall back onto the wall. I was going to be very bored here.
Short chapter. The other ones will be longer. So, whatdyja think? Okay, so far? I wanted to write something from Loki's point of view. If you think it's too girly, then too bad. I'm a girl and have no idea how a Loki, or even boys in general, think. So can it.