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Autors note: This is my first story to be published, so don't be to harsh with it.

Translation from German to English seems so easy, but is actually a hard thing to do. Because in German I got a slight preferrence for multi-clause sentences and there are no such sentences in English.

AND: Really big thanks to my beta kalanthia! Without her I would totally disgrace myself...

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Back to Asgard

Prologue – Arrival in Asgard

Under different circumstances he would have been glad to see his home again, but he returned neither as prince nor as lost son.

He came back as a criminal, as a traitor. And as such he would be treated.

He couldn't even recall everything that had gone wrong and he doubted he would have the chance to do so. Probably he wouldn't even get the chance to advocate himself. His most powerful weapon had already been taken from him, since he had been forced to return to Asgard gagged.

However, he had assumed to be left to rot in a dungeon for quite an amount of time before they would hold trial over him. But Odin's magic had taken him straight before his tribunal. He hadn't expected that all of the Aesir and Einherjer would wait for him in the great hall Valaskialf to get rid of him as soon as possible.

One moment he had been in Midgard and the next he was on the staircase at his father's feet.

Thor released him from the iron grip that he had upheld since their departure with the Tesseract, and pushed him roughly towards the Allfather. Incapable to utter even one single sound, Loki hesitantly looked up and barely dared to look his father in the eye. For the split of a second his attention strayed to his mother who stayed slightly in the background. Upon her face he noticed the only sympathetic expression in the whole hall. Nobody would help him, nobody would raise their voice for him, nobody would vouch for him. And even if his mother stepped in, her word wouldn't outweigh his father's or change his mind.

Knowing these things very well, Loki let his gaze drop to the floor. The low whisper which had filled the hall died instantly when the Allfather put his spear Gungnir to the ground with a metallic sound.

How severe his punishment might become he could forebode as his father began to speak without calling him by his name or even by one of his titles.

"Your betrayal of me when you tried to lay waste on Jotunheim I might have been able to forgive you, considering your grudge against the frost-giants. But trying to enslave Midgard, killing and torturing helpless humans and starting a war against all Nine Realms with the aid of the Chitauri is inexcusable. For such an inhonourable deed I must contemplate an appropriate punishment first. Gruesome, boastful and selfish as you are, you are unworthy of the immortality and the regalia of a god. Therefore, I take them from you as of now, until I have decided how to deal with you further. You are to learn for yourself the hard way how the mortals, whose world you wanted to overpower, feel." droned the voice of his father unmistakably and unrevocably in the room.

He had expected nothing else. Now the emptiness would no doubt fill him up and take the place of his immortality and his magic. But as his father raised his hand above him to take away everything that made him what he was, he felt bones break, muscles rip and skin burst instead. For a brief moment, his eyes went wide with horror, then the pain wrapped him up in darkness…