Okay, this is dedicated to my Tony on Facebook, because she motivated me to do it XD
I love you sweeti
I'm not sure what warnings I should say, other than that this story is full of pretty rainbows of gay-ness, M/M relationship. FrostIron. Tony Stark x Loki. For now that's about it.
I own nothing, all rights reserved to Marvel.
Only Speak When It Improves the Silence
Prologue
Loki expected the glares and disgusted looks he got when he returned to Asgard; he expected the hush whispers and disgusted comments. He knew he would get no less, and it would be pointless to hold onto meaningless hope when his own brother looked at him with pity. Thor had left him in the caring hands of Odin's guards about an hour ago, and needless to say, other than giving him glares and pushing him to walk, they ignored him, unwilling to talk to a criminal. The metallic gag was still tightly pressed against his mouth, preventing him from talking, and even if the gag was removed Odin had his lips sown shut the moment he arrived, his hands still cuffed in front of him with the chains weighing his arms down.
Loki stood in front of the golden doors that lead to Odin's throne room, his heart beating quickly in his chest—beating so fast that he thought it might burst. He wasn't sure if he was excited, or anxious, or scared of facing the Allfather again. He bit the inside of his cheek hard, drawing blood into his already abused mouth at the thought. Him? Scared of Odin? The man who lied to him all these years? If he could laugh at that foolish thought he would. Instead he rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall, glancing down the hall expecting to see Thor—or Frigga—running to him before the trail began.
No one came.
He shouldn't be surprised. They weren't his family—he not her son, not his brother—why should they bother with him, someone who committed such horrid crimes against them all; against the Golden Prince's precious Midgar? How foolish he had been to think that he had ever been a part of his family.
Loki should have known there was more to it than just his mere trickery when the Aesir would glance at him with disgust in their eyes—when they would stop talking as he walked by, then continued in hush whispers behind his back. He had always felt out of place in Asgard, especially around Thor's friends, the Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. They would always try their hardest to be kind to him, but even the kindest gesture held venom and hatred behind it. Perhaps Thor could never catch it, but Loki—the Liesmith—always did. He always noticed the way Sif would look at him like he was some piece of worthless trash not worth any of their time and he would notice the way the three idiots would make comments questioning Loki's gender because he was the weak, scrawny, pale, raven-haired prince that no one cared for. He was useless to them all. He was not skilled with a sword, not skilled with his fist, nor did he bother to become better at them. He was the best in all of Asgard with knives, throwing them and never missing his target, always in a critical area that would kill his victims quickly. Did they praise him for it? No. He was skilled in magic, creating mystical things out of thing air; creating illusions and wonder with a few simple words. Did they praise him for such a skill that most, if not all, Aesir now lacked? No, they called it trickery. They rather have someone strong, skilled with weapons—a giant oaf swinging a large sword—as long as he can be called a warrior that were happy. If they could die in battle and go to Valhalla, they were worth something. In their eyes, Loki would never have that privilege. He was no warrior. He was a trickster, a Liesmith; he was anything but what they wanted.
Loki was never once wanted in this realm, and he never once felt like he was. No matter how much Thor and Frigga—and even Odin—tried to make him feel otherwise.
"Enter."
Odin's booming voice snapped Loki out of his thoughts. His green eyes moved up to look at the golden doors slowly opening and he pushed himself off the wall; the guard grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. Loki was honestly surprised to see the hall filled with the noble gods, Sif and the Warriors Three on the steps of the stairs leading to Odin's throne, Thor and Frigga next to the throne. The guard that had a strong hold on his arm pushed Loki down to his knees in front of the steps so everyone could watch him submit to the Allfather.
"Loki…" Odin began, sighing softly. "Laufeyson." The air around the great hall grew cold at the mention of his true parentage. Loki noticed Sif narrowing her eyes as if he alone had done her a great injustice. Thor glanced down at the floor, unable to meet Loki's green eyes, and Frigga—sweet Frigga—placed a hand on her face to hold back tears.
"You must answer for your crimes against Asgard, Jotunheim, and Midgar. You have committed treason against the crown; you have fanned the flames of war, and laid ruin to two of the Nine Realms." The Allfather's voice continued to rise as he spoke, and by the end it was booming like thunder around the great hall.
Loki's eyes narrowed with every word, feeling his rage—his hate—build up, stronger and harder than before.
Odin rose from his throne slowly, his one blue eye never leaving Loki's face. "You must face justice for what you've done; for the lives you have taken and the chaos you have brought to the Nine Realms." Odin paused slightly as he gripped Gungnir tightly in one hand. Energy began to surge around the Allfather, cracking like electricity. "I cast you out, Loki Laufeyson! You are no longer worthy to carry the title of Prince of Asgard!" His booming voice carried venom as he aimed his spear towards Loki's chest, a bright light began to emerge from the tip as a buzzing sound surrounded Loki.
Loki, despite himself, swallowed in fear behind his gag. His palms were sweaty as he watched the light grow bright, the sound grow defining. He whipped the sweat on his leather pants slowly as he glanced around the hall. No one would look at him directly in the eyes—not even Thor, who claimed to love him.
"Goodbye, Loki." Odin said softly, almost in a whisper. Loki looked back at the Allfather just before Odin shoot out the flash of light. It hit Loki like a brick wall ramming into his chest. It felt like something was crawling down his throat, digging its claws into every fiber of his being and ripping something out of him—tearing out his very soul. He wanted to scream and thrash around. He wanted to cry. The pain was unbearable, and his lips were struggling to keep closed; the sutures ripping his lips, blood pouring into his mouth. Just when Loki thought he couldn't take anymore, everything went dark. His body felt like it was falling, becoming lighter and lighter as the wind flew past him.
He could no longer feel his own body; it felt like it was someone else who was in pain, someone else who was falling into an endless abyss.
Maybe, just maybe, his torment would end, and Odin had ended his life.
One could only hope.
Well that was the prologue. that happened. Next chapter will be longer XD;;
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~SaYa
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