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LOKI

Loki had spent the last three months living comfortably behind golden bars in his prison on Asgard. The prison had been crafted especially for him. It resembled a small home more than a prison. The only difference from a regular small home were the golden bars that surrounded the entire thing, and the enchantments that had been put on them to dampen his powers. He spent his days reading old books and drinking fine whiskey. Not much of a punishment, it would seem, however, to Loki, there was nothing more boring than this. He often longed to see the outside world and to play silly pranks on his fellow Asgardians. He found that he actually missed the sound of other people talking around him. His days were now spent in silence. His new best friends were whiskey and hiccups. He had not had any visitors since he had been locked up; none besides the guards that rotated every day, and the mute boy who brought him his food and drink. The boy was pretty with delicate features and large hazel eyes. It had been the eyes that had captured his imagination at first. He commanded the boy to stand before him and not blink. The hazel color had reminded him of the whiskey Stark had given to him and he whispered to the boy: Bring me whiskey. Not wine. It had taken them several days for them to get the whiskey, but they brought it nonetheless. He was not sure what his brother's plan was here, by giving him the whiskey. Perhaps he wished for Loki to drink himself to death. Since Loki had been locked away in his golden cage, he had not seen the crown prince of Asgard, his half brother, his adoptive brother, the man they called Thor. Thor had not spoken to him since they had returned from the mud ball they called Earth and Loki did not blame him. He had stabbed him after all. Still, Loki peered out through the golden bars everyday expecting to see him. His brother was usually the one who forgave easily; he did not understand what was taking him so long. Today his mute boy brought chicken with potatoes and rice. He also had another bottle of whiskey and what looked like a small cake. The boy stood in front of the golden bars and slid the food through the bars. Loki had been wondering how he could harness this moment to escape, but realized that with no powers he would not get far. He watched as the magical bars allowed the boy to place the food and the whiskey on the ground. He also placed the small cake on the ground.

"What the hell is that?" Loki asked, pointing to the cake. The boy stepped back quickly but did not answer. He shot one last glance at Loki as he walked away. "Why don't you tell my fucking brother to show his face? He's a fucking coward!" Loki shouted.

"I'm here," said Thor.

Loki's eyes grew as big as saucers and he turned around. There he was, his brother, Thor, in all his glory. He sat on a chair, which looked too small for him with a glass in his hand that looked like a miniature in his big hands.

"Brother," Loki whispered almost reverently.

Thor rolled his eyes. "Do not call me brother, you have lost that right," he said quietly.

"You know I never meant to hurt you," Loki began.

Thor held his hand up and Loki stopped speaking. "You lie," he said. There was a very pregnant moment of silence. Thor continued to sip his whiskey and said nothing to Loki.

"Why don't you just kill me then?" Loki asked.

"It has crossed my mind," Thor said icily.

Loki shrunk back. "You truly mean to kill me then? Or perhaps you wish me to kill myself? Is that why you keep sending the drink, brother? You wish for me to wallow in pity and feel remorse for what I have done? You wish for me to be a coward and take my own life?"

"Oh shut up, you fool. If I had wanted to kill you it would have been done a long time ago."

Loki studied his brother's face. He looked tired and drawn, not his usual self. He was not wearing his armor and his hair had been tied back from his face. "You do not look well, brother."

"Why do you keep calling me brother? I tried with you, Loki. I reached out to you and you pushed me away. Please, stop calling me something which we are not."

Loki felt his heart flutter. Was Thor disowning him? Thor? The man who spent the last bit of energy he had to come down to Earth to dissuade him from his plan instead of just clubbing him in the head like a normal person and taking him home? Thor, the stupidly optimistic one who had still considered him his brother even when he had discovered his true parentage? Loki suddenly found himself feeling very much alone, and very much suffocated by the golden bars.

"I have always been there for you, Loki. Yet I cannot seem to find it in myself to forgive you for what you have done."

"Are you still bleeding about the bloody Earth? Clearly they are a resilient race. Do not spend time lingering on them, brot—Thor. They are fine, are they not?"

"That is not the point I wish to make, Loki," Thor said. Thor took a long drink of whiskey from the glass and then placed it on the table. "Today is your day of birth, Loki. I had them bake you a pastry."

"A pastry? What the hell does that have to do with a day of birth? What happened to our daylong feasts? Our long hunts until the dawn? What of those days, Thor?"

"Those days are long gone. The cake is a human tradition. You may eat it if you like. I cannot bring myself to stay here much longer," Thor said. He observed Loki for a minute and the ghost of a smile fleeted on his lips. "It is amusing that you now long for the days of old. I too longed for those days. Now they are nothing but memories."

"I have been locked in here for months, Thor. Don't you think I deserve some freedom? If only for today, the day of my birth?"

Thor cannot seem to wipe the disgusted expression off his face. "These past three months are nothing compared to the time you will be spending in here Loki. You had better get comfortable."

"I will take anything, over this. I will take death, over this solitude."

Thor walked up to Loki and looked into his icy blue eyes with his warm brown ones.

"You do not even deserve death, brother," he sneered. He walked past Loki and walked straight through the bars.

"Don't leave me here Thor! Don't do this to me! Kill me!" he shouted.

He received no answer.

A/N: First time writing an Avengers fic. Thought I would give it a shot. Not sure what direction this will be heading in as of yet. If you have any ideas let me know! And please review! Thanks :)