My 3rd one-shot with Loki! Hope you like it! Also this takes place over a long period of time.
Demon in the Mirror
The All-Father had finally decided on his punishment. He was not told of what it would be. Thor was to escort him to where he would reside until he was told otherwise. No matter what his punishment was he believed nothing would be worse then the look he has always recieved from his fa- the All Father. Soon he found himself with no magic in a room full of mirrors. At first he felt nothing of it until blue slowly creped itself from his fingertips until it covered his body. The last thing to change were his beautiful green eyes that transformed into red like the blood of the people he had killed.
He tried to change back at first. Tried to grasp his magic. Do anything in order for it to stop this horrid appearnce. No matter how much he attempted all it did was make his skin seem an even darker blue. His eye gleemed with hate and desperation. Still he continued to take his magic and change back into his Asgardian form. He needed out of here.
He turned to try and find a door. He went to were he last saw Thor and still there was no way out. All Loki could see was the mirror. He continued to seach for any thing that could help him. Even something to cover himself. Anything. Pure darkness would be better then this. He searched but nothing came to show.
Next he tried to destroy the mirrors. Since his magic was still out of his reach that left his muscle left. He punched, scratched, and kicked, the mirrors till his hands were covered in blood. He laughed at this. No longer was he able to see the sickening blue that covered his hands. So he continued. Covering his body with scars and blood in order forget how underneath everything he was still a monster. He laughed at the thought. A body covered in blood is more appealing then skin as blue as the ice. His laughter didn't stop. It continued until his stomach hurt as though he were being stabbed a thousand times over, and yet he still laughed. It wasn't much longer that he passed out no longer able to continue.
When he woke he felt cold. So very cold. He didn't know how much time had passed. He no longer could fake that smile. No matter how much he tried to pretend to be fine it only caused him more pain. The demon in the mirror laughed at him. Soon he began yelling at the monster. How dare it look at him with those eyes where that spark of insanity glistend. He screamed his throat raw. He would kill that monster covered in his own blood. He would make sure that it suffered for the agony it was causing him. Soon the monster just stayed there staring at him. No longer laughing at him but now just standing there. He was shocked to see it crying. No. Not crying. Sobing. The tears wouldn't stop. Soon he was unable to see there was so many tears. How much longer would he have to stay here. He couldn't see this monster any more. His shoulders shook with the feelings corsing through his body. The next thing he new there was darkness.
When he awoke he was no longer stuck in the room with the demon. This room was gold and there was a man standing next to him. Questioning him. He had the brightest blue eyes he had ever seen. "Loki. Brother. Why do you not speak?" Loki looked up at him. Confusion swept through him. Did he know this man? He couldn't be able to. After all his only friend was the demon in the mirror. He test his tounge moving it. Trying to form the words. "Who are you?"
There you have it! Loki goes even more insane.
