Home.
Except it is not home. Not his home: no more his home. This is where his mo…his foster mother (kind woman if it ever was) lives. It would be home if it was for her. As it is also home for her son and worse home for him… him… It is not home.
When they came back, they went directly to hi…him. He was angry. Affronted. Complaining, He was daring him to show remorse. The liar daring the wronged man to show regrets. The scold prevented the answers he deserved. And it went on and on…
Finally, after being accused and convicted of wilful malicious acts, he was told he would be rehabilitated. His fate was to be immerged in the Pool of Tomorrows.
He was to disappear to start afresh a new life. Somewhere in the Nine Realms. Yggdrasil, the Tree of Life's roots were floating into the Pool. He was going to become nothing, digested by the radiating, pulsating green liquid which filled the liquid expense: his cells, his soul would be digested, transformed and regurgitated as a new life, a new child. Somewhere.
His m… The Queen had pleaded, his br… his victor had gallantly supported the gentle spoken Queen with no avail.
He was warped. The only way to be cured was to dip into the Pool.
That was it. Not only was he the innocent victim of a most cruel abduction, the victim of years of lies and untruths constantly disproven by cruel hard facts… But when at long last… he finally was given to see through the lies, when he had tried so hard to rule as this man who had called him son…
Some men would have weep at the tragedy of his life. Not him: no, not him. On the broken Rainbow Bridge, he had come to the logical conclusion: the man he had called father was just the ultimate master of deceit. Revenge gave him strength. For this man, he had killed his real father. Laufey would be… will be avenged.
Vengeance would be sweet and merciless. Vengeance!
…if he lived long enough to accomplish it. Soon the guards would take him to the room situated at the deep end of the Royal Palace. Meanwhile, somewhere, Frigga and Thor were still pleading with Odin. While he was left alone in his apartment. With a Midgard muzzle on his face and his magical powers removed. Just like he was no more important. The main character of this drama rejected to the shadows.
No tears. No shame. Just anger, vengeance and the desire to live long enough to kill Odin. To destroy Asgard just like his 'father' had destroyed his faith in Truth, Honesty, Decency and about everything good in life. Life was vile. There was nothing worth to live for. Even his mother's professed love for him must be a lie. Everything is a lie … and they call him Silver Tongue…
Chaos is entering his sanity.
The unpleasant Chitauri experience was nothing compared to the Hell his mind is going to. He is going to be dissolved. This could not happen… What next? Re-Incarnation as a pitiful mortal from Midgard? Annihilation, then Humiliation.
There must be somewhere a way out. His thumb rubs the cold steel. Midgard holding prisoner Loki, prince and true heir of Jotunheimr. This could, cannot not be…
Midgard which knows naught of Frost Giants. Even if it knows of Asgardians. The green eyes open to an insane glee… Poor Thor, once again deceived by a mischievous young brother.
He has already a plan. The pesky Avengers will pay. Later. After Asgard….
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When the guards open the door all that is left from Loki is a forlorn muzzle.
Loki is gone. Gone from Asgard. Absent from Midgard. Hidden somewhere in the seven remaining realms…