This is a revised edition of this story because I didn't like how I wrote the last one. I got renewed inspiration as I got to be a part of a live twitter chat with Tom Hiddleston today! I was so excited. Even though he didn't have time to answer my questions, it was still cool to actually be a part of getting to talk to my favorite actor. So I hope that you enjoy this Loki FanFic and PLEASE review and let me know what you think of it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters only the story line!

Chapter 1 (revised)

Loki

These glass walls, with the tan supports were all that separated me from the outside world. I could hear thunder from above me as an apparent thunderstorm that now loomed over Asgard. I longed to be outside again to feel the cold rain pelt my body.

The thought of standing in the rain revealed to me old memories that I had suppressed when I was told of my true parentage. It reminded me of a time when it was storming and Thor and I ran out into Frigga's garden to play in the rain. We were chastised by Thor's mother when we came down with a cold the next day.

I chuckled slightly to myself as the memory passed through my thoughts. But I was soon overcome by the anger that had sought me out so much since that day that I was tossed into the abyss below the remnants of the bifrost. I could and still can't look at Thor the same way that I once did. He was no longer my brother, but an enemy that needed to be destroyed just like the rest. Asgard was not longer my home, but then I didn't really know where my home was.

I sat down on the bed that was provided and set my face in my open hands. I let out an angered and saddened sigh, listening carefully to the shaky breath that I let loose through my fingers. I was tired of this. I wish that I could find peace, but I couldn't in the confinements of the cell that I was placed in after I nearly decimated a Midgardian city called New York.

"What's the matter little prince?" I heard another one of the prisoners in a cell directly beside me jest. Others who were also nearby and heard it, started to chuckle at the tease, "Did something that the AllFather didn't like now?"

I couldn't just use my infamous silver tongue out of this one, so I chose to remain silent but gave my acknowledgment with a glare from my green eyes.

"Don't give me that look, boy," He yelled at me as I soon recognized who I was dealing with. His name was Algarth and was a mean one. It reminded me of the time when he was caught stealing all the horses from the royal stables about three years ago. Thor and I were just about to go riding when we saw him. We had to wrestle him down with the help of a few guards. He was thrown in prison for fifteen years because it was a huge crime to steal from royalty, even worse if you were caught by them.

"I am not a boy," I said with all the hatred that I could muster through my voice.

"If you are not a boy, then tell me what landed you in here," He retorted with even more anger etched through his booming voice.

I was thankful for the glass that stood between him and I as he slammed his fist against it. A yellow grid soon rippled off as the magic surrounding my cell, kept Algarth from breaking through.

"There is no need to tell you what sent me here," I stated softly slowly rising to my feet to meet his level. The anger began to mount further throughout my body as I was tired of being controlled by the likes of someone less powerful then me.

"You think that you are better than me?" He asked just looking ready to take a swing at my head, "If there wasn't an enchanted glass wall, I would show you who you are up against!"

"You don't need to remind me," I said back, "I still have the scars."

"Hey," a guard walking towards us began to shout, "You guys cut it out or will I personally have to set you in your places myself?"

Algarth became as quiet as a mouse. He and I both knew that to cross a guard, was like taking on a bildgesnipe all by ourselves without a weapon.

I laid my weary body onto the bed wanting this day to end just like the rest. Ever since I was thrust into the prison, I had not been able to fall asleep. I would go the whole day and night just brooding over my current situation. Soon though I felt my eyes heavy with sleepiness, close for the first time in weeks and I drift off to sleep.