Thank you for taking time to read this story. I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome reviews and criticisms. This first chapter is SHORT. I am aware of this and it is simply because it is the prologue. The story truly starts in the next chapter. Also, this is LokixOC. It may turn into LokixOCxThor but I'm not sure yet. That depends on where this goes and if people enjoy reading it. Please give it a chance. I do not own anything that Marvel does. The only things I own are the idea for Bound In Sorrow and Prosper Callahan. I obviously don't own Thor or the Avengers, thank you very much.
The metal gag bit into his jaw as the god of lies stood on that concrete platform in the middle of New York City. His eyes burned hatred at the ground as he quietly seethed in his defeat. More than that, Loki Laufeyson was frightened. He would hide it, but even gods felt fear. This god in particular feared what would become of him when his brother-no. Not his brother. Thor Odinsson was not the brother of Loki Laufeyson. When that man took him back to Asgard for sentencing and punishment. At best, Loki would be executed on the spot for his transgressions. At worst he would spend years in a cell being tortured over the next few centuries.
Loki longed for a quick death. After all, what else could the villain hope for? He had failed, utterly and absolutely. He had nothing else to live for at this point. He did not long for death itself, but rather he saw it as the best option out of the ones laid out before him. The frost giant flexed his hands in the metal cuffs and glared harder at the ground as Thor came toward him. He could feel those burning blue eyes on his head and knew that the demigod must long to be the one to torture him. He knew Thor would take pleasure in hitting him; beating him senseless. He knew this because he knew that he himself would take joy in it.
"It is time, brother," Thor said in an almost gentle voice. Loki didn't look up. He was not the brother of the blonde thunder god. He never had been, and it was a mockery that Thor would call him such. Loki would have loved to deliver some sneered remark to him, but the metal over his mouth prevented it. More than that, it prevented Loki the freedom to simply open his mouth to draw in breath. His jaw was locked in place, as if to bind that silver tongue he was so famous for.
Thor watched Loki for another few seconds before on some unbidden signal the two of them disappeared from that park in the middle of New York. Neither of the gods flinched, while one stared at his feet the other closed his eyes at the jolting sensation.
Moments later the two of them stood on the bridge to Asgard. It seemed to mock Loki, as the bridge was the very bifrost that he had destroyed. It still was in a state of destruction, and the once colorful ice-like structure gleamed clear and dead. It was another failure of the frost giant. This one was truly an accident, however. Loki had simply wished to destroy the frost giants for his father; for Asgard. Nothing ever seemed to work out for Loki, it seemed. Now he simply wished for death but he feared that even that would be withheld from him. Why would his once-brethren grant him a swift death, after all? It was kindness that Loki knew would not be shown to one such as he.
"Brother?" Thor prodded, touching Loki's arm. Even now the great oaf wondered after his wellbeing. It made Loki's stomach roil. Why was he being kind? Was it just to mock him? Possibly Thor knew what was to come and was just trying to make Loki believe some kindness would be extended to him. The frost giant knew better. He would not be deceived by this 'kindness' from his brother. He would not break, he promised himself. It did not matter how many times they beat him or how much he bled. Loki Laufeyson was a god in his own right and he would not show any form of fear. No, he would prove once and for all to these Asgardians that he was superior to them in every way. No kind words or harsh whippings would ever break his exterior.