Hello again, everyone. I'm back to writing again (finally!) I've had this idea for months, but it's later gonna get into some Thor 2 spoilers that involve spoilers for a certain character . I wanna write this story and post it now, though. I miss writing about Loki and Nat. Enjoy, everyone!

"All your insults and your curses
Make me feel like I'm not a person
And I feel like I am nothing
But you made me so
Do something"

For You~ Staind

"I am ashamed to have once called you my son," The All-Father said. Just the sight of his adopted son sickened him.

Loki lowered his head in defeat. The muzzle bruising his jaw forbid him from saying anything in reply. Hearing Odin speak ill of him hurt, but Loki fought to remain composed, especially since Thor and his Mother were present. He refused to let either of them see him in such a pitiful state.

"Odin!" Frigga snapped at her husband. "That is no way to speak to our son!"

The raven haired god began to shake his head. He didn't want his Mother defending him. After nearly destroying Midgard, he deserved this punishment.

The All-Father held up a hand to silence his wife. "My Queen, he is to atone for everything he has done. Until then, he is a prisoner."

"And just how do you expect him to atone for anything with that on him?!" The Queen demanded. She went over to Loki and reached for the muzzle.

"No!" Thor's voice boomed. "He will never utter a single lie, so long as he wears that symbol of shame."

"This is your Brother, Thor!"

Loki's hand reached out to touch Frigga's arm. His eyes met with hers and he shook his head.

"Leave him, my Queen," said Odin. "Loki has much to think about… He is responsible for the lives of many Midgardians," the All-Father continued. "Until he is in the right state of mind, he will stay here."

The goddess wrapped her arms around her son's middle. "I am sorry, Loki," she whispered.

Loki would have hugged her, but the handcuffs restricted his arm movements.

"Know that you are of great worth," Frigga quietly continued. "There's good to you, Loki. I know there is." She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his nose.

His brows furrowed in anger. There was no good to him. Only evil coursed within the god's veins. If redemption was to be his way of freedom, then he would forever be kept locked up as Odin's stolen relic. Loki clenched his fists, using every bit of strength he had to not cry. Thor roughly grabbed one of his arms while Odin took the other. Together, the All-Father and his rightful heir tossed Loki into a dark and lonely cell.

"You should follow Thor's example," said Odin in a grave tone as he used his magic to seal the glass chamber shut. "If you were more like him, you would not be in this situation."

The second the three had left, Loki let loose a muffled scream. He allowed for the tears that blurred his vision to freely fall from his eyes. Odin could lock him away forever, muzzle and all, but to compare him to Thor… that hurt Loki more than anything. It made him feel worthless, useless, like he would never be good for anything. Times like these frustrated Loki. Why didn't Odin just kill him? Loki found no point to his life if he were to be kept in confinement for centuries. He was better off dead. No one would care-perhaps Frigga would, but Loki figured that she would move on in time… Pressing his back against the stone wall, Loki slumped down to the floor and closed his eyes. He figured that the idea of causing someone else misery would help calm him. But where to start? First, he considered the man of iron, simply because of his resistance to the scepter. But then he thought back to the conniving little wench who tricked him. The god smiled from beneath the muzzle. Yes. She would be a fitting start. Loki focused himself, channeling his magic so that he would be able to teleport himself into her thoughts. It just so happened that in the moment he did so, the woman was fast asleep, leaving her subconscious vulnerable to his magic …

"No!" A young red-headed child screamed. "Let go of me! Let go!" she hissed. A man dressed in all white was grabbing the little girl by the arms. She kicked at his legs, fighting to break free of the man's grasp.

Although the girl appeared to be no older than ten-years-old, Loki immediately recognised her, solely because of her fighting spirit. "Such anger," he crooned, slowly approaching her. "You never change, do you?" His smile widened. "Natasha."

The little girl stopped kicking to stare up at the god. In that very moment, she let out a piercing cry, forcing Loki out of her conscience and back into reality.

So even the seemingly fearless and confident Black Widow had nightmares. Loki immediately felt more at ease as he thought of all the fun he could have in messing with the mind of Natasha Romanoff. Perhaps being locked up with nothing to do would allow for him to continue this new game of his…