Hello! I wrote this a good while ago, but never posted it, so if anyone likes it, I may continue... Let me know what you think in reviews. Enjoy!


He was hunched in the corner of the small dark room. His once well kept black hair now fell unruly around his face, his grey clothes were dirty and stained with the bright scarlet blood which ran from his newly sewn lips. The only noise to be heard was the slow rhythmic drip of water from a corner of his cell. But this day was different. He could feel it, he could hear it. There was a shuffle outside the room, the guards leaving, too early, he thought to himself... He slowly raised his head to the small beam if light from under the door. He heard a muffled call, echoing in the stone walls.

"Thor requests you immediately, bring your weapons."

"Whatever does he need us for?" A grunted reply

"You have been requested to fight for Asguard."

"Fight?"

Loki's eyes were fixated on the beam of light, what was going on? The man grunted something He couldn't make out, and he heard the shuffling of the guards leaving. Silence. Drip. Drip. Drip.

He had never been left alone in his cell before. They always required someone at the doors, it was essential, there had to be someone to maintain the power supply which cut off Loki's magic. The thoughts ran threw his mind. Maybe...

He slowly raised himself. He hadn't moved since his lips had been sewn, two days ago now. His joints screamed as he slowly moved across the cell, even that short journey weakened him. He rested his hand on the door. Nothing happened. His head thumped forward onto the hard surface, Loki grimaced as he forced the magic out of him. He felt his lips begin to bleed again. The blood trickled as he grunted, closing his eyes, willing the door to open.

He was rewarded with a small click. Loki's eyes snapped open and the rare sound. Slowly he pushed the door open, shutting his eyes against the unfamiliar light. He made his way slowly through the deserted corridors, his cell was underground, if the could just reach the upper levels, he could get to the Bifrost, he could leave. Every step was agony, his joints screamed, his muscles shook, and his head began to throb. Then, a new light was found.

On the top levels, he tried his best to swiftly move, half running half, walking. The sounds, the smell, was overwhelming. something was wrong. His ears, no longer used to loud noises winced with the new onslaught of yells, explosions and screeches. His eyes tried to take in what he was seeing, but everything was blurred and distorted. A war was occurring in Asguard.

He ran, unnoticed through the world he called home, a miracle he thought. Soon he was at the Bifrost, he knew what he had to do. He didn't stop, he just kept moving, throwing himself into the abyss. He turned in midair and saw a flash of red, a loud explosion and the cry of, "Brother!" His head turned against the unwelcome noise and sights as he felt heat over take him, carrying him to a new world.