disclaimer: I own none of the charecters in this fanfiction, sadly they belong to marvel :(

Authors notes: So first shot of writing fanfiction, im planning on this story being pretty long and the rating may go up. Any criticism is welcome, Thanks :)

Chapter 1

After Thor said his goodbyes to his insolent mortal companions he called on Heimdall to take his failure of a "brother" back to Asgard. With in seconds I find myself standing on the bifrost, unwanted memory's flooding back into my mind.

The memory replaying in my mind of begging for Odin to see that I could have been just as great as Thor. I could have destroyed Asgard's greatest enemy, but who was I but the same monster I tried to destroy, I realize my attempts where futile from the beginning. When I looked at Odin all I saw was distain and discuses in the monster he called son. So I let go. Falling into years of darkness, letting myself be consumed by it. There was and is nothing left for me in Asgard. There never truly was to begin with. My hole life was a lie, I was never was meant to be king, never was I Thor's or anyother Æsir's equal. Just a Jotun pawn to be used as Odin saw fit.

Being drawn back from my own thoughts, I felt Thor take hold of my arm leading down the Bifrost. He was bringing me to the Allfather. Odin would decide my punishment for my "atrocities" committed on Midgard and Jötunheimr.

Walking into the palace court room I look up to the Allfather who was looking down on the court from his throne. His face a carefully placed mask of indifference, but when I meet his eyes I could see the hidden disappointment. Had Thor ever took the muzzle off I would laughed at that. It truly was a jest for Odin to be disappointed, for that meant he had actually thought better of his stolen Jotun relic. What could he have possibly expected from a frost giant, a monster?

Thor knelt as the Allfather stood to address the court. But he is not my king; I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me bow to his respect. To me he is no long my father; he is a tyrant and brute, he spun the lie that was my life. And now, standing here with chains around my wrist muzzled for the gawking eyes of the court he will see the monster he has created.

One of the guards saw my unwillingness to show the king proper respect, he strode over to me quickly to aid his king and placed both hands on my shoulders shoving me to my knees. My head snapped up to glare at him. He met my hate filled eyes with an open fist to my left cheek. Brute, I thought to myself, mindless vessel for Odin's use. That is what Asgard is built upon, no one is to question the Allfather or show contempt, you are to serve him unquestionably.

Once the guard was again at his original station at the side of the court room the Allfather spoke. "Loki Odinson, for your acts of treason, the destruction of Jötunheimr, and the war you brought to Midgard, the council and I have come to an agreement on your sentence for these crimes.

Of course they would decide upon the proper punishment with out a word from him. They need not know my real reasons for allowing Leafey into Asgard, or that my attack on Midgard was only after almost 2 years of unbelievable torture at the hands of Thanos. They didn't need to know the details of Thanos stripping me of my powers and throwing me into the endless dessert of the realm, in my Jotun form to be left to burn, only to be brought back sometimes days later and beaten by Thanos's men. So when Thanos offered me a way out of course i took it. He was a liar after all, the God of Mischeif can not be trusted to speak truths so they need not hear him.

"You are a prince of Asgard," Odin continued speaking in his useal booming voice and directed with indecisive authority, "need you be any one else your crimes would be punishable by death. But as I showed your brother mercy for his ill-advised attacks on Jötunheimr, I will give you the same chance of redemption." At that Loki snorted out a laugh. Redemption, he thought, there is no redemption for me I am nothing but true to my nature as a liar and a monster.

Odin's eyes narrowed at his son when he heard him snort at his only chance of redeeming himself. When he spoke his tone was much colder than before, "Loki you will be sent to Midgard, banished as your brother was, with out your powers and live as a mortal until you see your flaws and redeem yourself."

Odin, walking down from his throne, motioned to two of the guard to restrain me. They quickly followed orders, dragging me to my feet and unlocking the current chains on my wrists, only to lock them behind my back a second later, each taking hold of an arm. The Allfather stood in front of me placing a hand on my forehead and the other at the center of my chest.

Odin closed his eyes and concentrated as a glow formed around his hands he opened his eyes and spoke to his son trying to make him see this was for his own good, "Loki please head my words and take this as a second chance."

My only response was a dead stare back; a second chance means nothing when I failed the first time for simply following the nature that was placed into me by birth. The God of Lies, a frost giant not even wanted by the creatures of his own heritage. I am the God of Fire meant to destroy every thing and bring upon ragnarok. A second chance from Odin would do nothing but prove my failure farther.

As Odin closed his eyes again the glow became brighter and I could feel a warmth surround me. The golden glow emitting from Odin's hands soon faded to black. The warmth quickly growing into a burn, I struggled but the guards kept me in place. The black glow was spreading through my chest making it impossible to breath. Odin removed his hands from my chest and head moving them to my stomach. The blackness incased his arms and spread over me feeling as if Thor had hit me with mjolnir. Odin suddenly pulled both his hands back, ripping what felt like the core of my existence with them. At this point I realize the guards are now holding me up, my legs buckling under the pain.

As the burning and the throbbing, what felt like a stab wound, subsided I realized how drained I was, like at any moment I could pass out from exhaustion and it felt like something was missing. Everything was gone; I'm now no better than any filthy mortal. Without my magic I have nothing. It was the only thing I had ever held onto. While the rest of the Æsir had there strength and there instinctual path for becoming a fit warrior, I had neither. So I focused on my sorcery and study's developing it over centuries. I would show them that I could be there equal with out being mindless, but of course it was to no avail, only growing the distrust for me the Æsir felt. But it was still the most important part of me and now Odin had took that away.

Regaining my self and standing up I pushed back on the guards hoping they would back off and let go. They didn't release me till the Allfather gave an approving nod. Odin turned to Thor who had been standing a few feet next to me and addressed him, "Thor you will accompany your brother to Midgard. This punishment is about a second chance it would do him no good to be killed on sight when he arrived or put in a cell. I think it would be best for him to accompany the warriors you fought alongside with in rebuilding the city he destroyed and being an advisor if they need knowledge about magic." Thor nodded approvingly and stepped closer toward me taking the muzzle off.

Odin gave me, his "son", one more pity filled looked before sending Thor and me back to Midgard.