Origin

by avengersesque

Loki is secluded in a glass prison until Odin decides on a suitable punishment for his wayward son. Months after Thor disowns him, Loki is pleaded with to save Thor from whatever dark force is putting him into a coma. It is when he enters the dream scape of his brother that he is submerged into the horrifying conclusion of his decisions. The Chitauri have found him. Thorki. Slash.

1. Chapter 1: Prolouge

Warnings: M/M, psuedo-incest, horror, torture, smut, work-in-progress

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A wince was held back fiercely as Loki landed face first onto the cold cement of his new home. The binds that held his wrists together prevented him from properly catching himself and before he could gain his barrings again he was being hauled to his knees. Calloused hands of the guards gripped him roughly as they tore the muzzle from his mouth and unclasped the bonds, giving him free motion of his arms once more. After a shove he was able to catch himself this time and he spat on the ground bitterly to relieve the taste of metal from his mouth.

Behind him, the locks of his illuminated cell swooshed shut and he knew that he was firmly trapped this time. Unlike the glass prison the humans had made, this one was of Aesir make and he wouldn't be able to get out without the door being opened from the outside. He glanced around his cage to find that it looked very similar to his old rooms, floors above him in the castle. That is, he huffed, if they had not remodeled them into something more useful.

A simple bed, more than a cot but no where near his own grand bed, sat against the far wall. Beside it was a shelf of books, while on the other side was a dresser that he assumed was filled with commoners clothing. There was a small table beside him with two chairs. He rose an eyebrow at that. Now who would visit him, he wondered. Then there was a small more private room with solid walls, that was obviously the bathing room.

As he lifted himself to his feet, there was a knock on the glass and he turned to find none other than his brother on the other side. Without pause the blond man spoke, "You will remain here until Odin finds a proper punishment for you. I will not visit you after this. This, is the last you will hear of me." Loki kept a straight face, ignoring the small prick of panic that lanced through him. Though his voice sounded pained Thor continued, "I wash my hands of you." With one last look at his younger brother, Thor sighed and walked away; past the guards and out of sight.

It was then that his situation and the repercussions of his actions slowly began to sink in. He kept his face emotionless in front of the guards, even though his emotions raged within him. What had he done?