I hope I'm capturing the characters personalities at least decently. Comment and let me know if I'm doing ANYTHING wrong guys, I really appreciate honesty, and constructive criticism. I also take suggestions as to what you may want to see happen, I do not guarantee I'd use all of them though. Anyways, I'm rambling, ON WITH THE STORY!

Oh, and just a warning, this is going to be a little sad. A little taste of what Loki's been living with. T^T

Thor pulled into the driveway, the sight on their porch a very unpleasant one.

"Thor." Loki pleaded, trying to swallow the lump forming in his throat. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder, a painful, but reassuring squeeze accompanying it.

"Brother. I will not say it will be okay, but perhaps it won't be too bad." Thor tried to comfort himself more than Loki, he was sure, but it helped a little bit.

"I am not one to hold onto false hopes anymore Thor. Surely you must realize this by now." Loki chuckled sadly. Thor merely responded with a curt nod, and stepped out from the vehicle.

Loki followed shortly, keeping as close to Thor as possible, without seeming suspicious.

"Thor." Odin's voice sounded intimidating. "Do you mind explaining to me why you boys are late getting home from school?" Odin grimaced, focusing his lone eye on Loki's face.

"You see father, Loki got in a fight after school with friend Stark. He is to be suspended for one week." Thor carefully replied, as their mother stepped onto the porch.

"And who, might I ask, was the victor of this duel?" Odin asked, a dangerous gleam in his eye.

Thor turned his gaze to their mother for a moment before Odin commanded his full attention.

"Anthony was the victor father." Thor stated solemnly, as if he was condemning his brother to a life of imprisonment.

Before anyone could react Odin reached around Thor, grabbing a fistful of Loki's hair and dragging him in the house.

"You disappoint me for the last time!" Odin snarled tossing Loki down the stairs to the basement.

Frigga let out a choking sob, Thor pulling her close as he looked away, eyes clenched shut.

Odin stormed down the stairs, shoving Loki out of the way with his foot as Loki tried to recover some of the breath that was knocked out of him on his trip down the wooden steps.

"Get up!" Odin yelled, pulling Loki to his feet only to slam him into the stone wall.

Loki figured he'd broken something on the way down, but wasn't sure as every inch of his body ignited with a searing pain.

"How can you lose to that short little pest?" Odin growled, delivering a swift kick to Loki's left leg, a loud snap and a scream ripping from Loki's throat before he could stop it.

The door to the basement slammed open as Frigga filled the doorway, a look of pure horror on her face.

"Darling." Frigga sobbed. "Please stop this, he is in need of a doctor. I cannot bear to see and hear his pain."

"No!" Odin roared, Loki still firmly pinned to the wall. "Frigga, he needs to learn that-"

"Learn what!?" Frigga screamed back. "Learn that being different, and enjoying other activities than sports is shameful and wrong!? You cannot change our son, it's the way he is." Frigga stated that last part with a strange calm.

"Not everyone can be like Thor darling."

Odin thought for a moment, almost considering leaving it at that. Upon looking down at Loki, face twisted in pain as he clutched weakly at Odin's wrists all thoughts of mercy flew out the window.

"Even so, Frigga, being so weak and helpless is unacceptable in this household." Odin's expression darkened as he pulled Loki up the stairs by his injured leg, ignoring the small whimpers of his youngest son.

"F-father, please." Loki begged, earning him a slightly more vicious tug to his damaged appendage.

The look on Thor's face could only be described as brokenhearted, as tears silently fell from his crystal blue eyes.

"You are to stay in your room, without food, until you learn your proper place." Odin stated with perfect finality.

"It seems I have already learned my place. To remain forever in Thor's shadow, because I cannot become as he is." Loki spat.

Odin merely glared down at Loki, swinging him onto his bed.

"Then I guess you'll be here for quite some time." And with that Odin slammed the door shut, leaving Loki completely, and utterly alone.

Frigga and Thor greeted Odin at the bottom of the stairs, expectant looks on their faces.

"No one is to feed Loki, nor allow him to leave his room, until he realizes the proper way a man should live his life." Odin rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Darling-" Frigga began, but was stopped by Odin lifting his hand, willing her to be silent.

"I have spoken. Nothing will change my mind."

"Alright, but I will not allow my son to die." Frigga stated in a clipped manner

Odin nodded, too tired to argue with Frigga. She had a strong opinion and spirit about her. That's why he loved her so.

Loki clenched at his leg, the pain near impossible to bear. He had no choice though, so he'd just have to deal with it at the moment. The sudden, soft, knock at his door caused him to jump slightly out of reflex, but Loki knew that it was his mother.

The door opened not soon after, and Frigga entered with a bowl of water, a washcloth, and a very large first aid kit. She began to unpack the various supplies she would need.

She peeled the blood soaked band-aid off of Loki's nose, grabbing the washcloth from the bowl. Loki flinched as she began to clean his face. The water must have been boiling.

"Sorry sweetie." Frigga apologized.

"It's alright mother." Loki replied softly. "But perhaps you should start with my leg." Loki smiled slightly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Frigga had a small look of doubt on her face, but nevertheless moved down to survey the damage.

Grabbing a pair of scissors, Frigga cut through the fabric of Loki's jeans swiftly, pulling the fabric away in strips. She began to gently examine Loki's leg for the next few minutes, being careful not to cause more pain than was necessary.

"Well the bone will have to be set, but it was a clean break so there's no splintering." Frigga announced happily. She rolled up her sleeves, placing her hands firmly in the proper places.

"Are you ready Loki?" Frigga looked up at him briefly. Loki nodded, bracing himself for what he knew was coming. A loud snap was heard, followed by a muffled groan.

"The worst is over sweetie." Frigga grabbed the washcloth from the now lukewarm water, cleaning the leg before applying layer upon layer of bandages. After Loki's leg was wrapped up to Frigga's standards she moved on to treat the many bruises and small cuts that littered Loki's body underneath the layers of make-up.

Frigga finished by taping a gauze pad where Loki's head felt like it had practically been smashed in, between Tony and Odin, giving him a minor concussion.

"Here Loki, take these painkillers, then you can get some sleep." Frigga urged him, placing the white pills gently in his left hand, seeing as his right had a fractured wrist.

Loki popped the appreciated pills into his mouth, Frigga holding the cup to his lips as he gulped them down.

"I am so sorry Loki. Your father...he just doesn't see the strength that I see in you." Frigga apologized, tears forming in her eyes.

"It's alright. I'm used to it." Loki replied, a blank look on his features.

"Did Thor tell you of Stark's punishment?" Loki remembered, thinking it best to warn his parents before he showed up Monday morning.

"No. Does it call for my attention?" Frigga asked politely.

"Yes, to my misfortune. Stark is to deliver and 'help' me with my homework until the end of my suspension. He also was told he had to visit me on the weekend." Loki scoffed at the idea.

"Well then, I suggest you get some rest before he comes busting through the doors, Guns N' Roses blaring." Frigga laughed.

Loki smiled sincerely, though he hated the thought of Stark blasting that garbage in his room come Monday afternoon.

I personally don't mind a little Guns N' Roses. :)

Hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter. Thank you to all those that reviewed the previous chapter, you were so sweet!