This is set after the Avengers. These are Loki's thoughts and emotions after being brought back to Asgard. Enjoy!
"You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain."
Pain... Anguish... Despair... Suffering... Hate...How could there be anything greater than this never ending pain?
They had abandoned him. Lied to him. Hated him. They had never loved him! Never, and they would pay dearly for it. They would feel pains more great then they have ever felt. He would watch as they ALL lay on the ground writhing in pain and anguish. He would make them wish they had never been born.
WHY? Why had they done this to him? Why had they lied to him? Why? WHY? Why did he have to be the son of a frost giant? A race he had learned to dislike all his life...something he had feared...something he had hated. People talked about him in whispers, covered their children's eyes when he walked by, hated him...he was a shadow that people feared and hated. Nothing more than that. A shadow. Why hadn't they just killed him instead of letting him endure this painful suffering?!
They said he was full of childish ambition! They had called him a child! How could a child bear so much pain? Never ending pain that would go on for eternity!
"Please?! Father! Why did you lie to me? I loved you! I tried. I really did, Father. Why did you abandon me? Cast me out? FATHER! Can you hear me? I LOVED YOU! PLEASE! Why did you throw me in a prison meant for the traitors who were a threat to all people? I was your son! I was YOUR son, Father!
Father, please...I loved you! I never wanted to hurt you. I only wanted to prove to you I could do it. I could do it! I could have! I loved you, Father. Like a real son would have. Please, forgive me!"
Loki curled up in a small ball in the dark prison, tears streaming down his face. He clenched and unclenched his hands, trying to relieve himself of the anguish and suffering that rolled over his body like waves. It would never stop. It would only keep rising and falling, but always a dull, sickly pain in the middle of his heart. Something he would never be able to stop. He stood up and let out a furious, unearthly yell full of pain and suffering. Then he collapsed to the ground again, and rocked back and forth, sobbing.
Thor watched from a distance, silent tears streaming down his face. He was heartbroken, longing to help Loki, but Loki would not let him come near. He hadn't spoken to him since he had come back from Asgard. Thor could feel the hate for him rolling off of Loki in huge waves. It was too much. He turned around slowly and walked up the stairs out of the dark prison, his head bent in sorrow.
Loki watched him begin up the stairs, and the burning, unbearable hate he felt for Thor suddenly vanished, leaving in its place, sorrow and a desire to beg for forgiveness. "Thor... He whispered, silent tears falling down his face.
Thor turned around slowly, his eyes full of rejection and sorrow. He stared at Loki for a long time, not saying anything, but finally shook his head and continued up the stairs.
A wave of emotions crashed down on Loki, hitting him so hard he collapsed to the ground. He was unwanted, rejected, hated, and there was nothing he could do to pull himself out of this ocean of suffering.
