A/N: Hello anyone who reads this! *waves* Another little story to make me happy. Well not really happy but you know. Now in this one Loki has been shipped off to Asgard and is locked in his cell just like in Thor 2, but that's as far as it goes. Anywho I'm sure you can all work it out. Enjoy.

Eyes Without A Face.

I would say I have lost all hope, but did I really ever have any? As soon as I found out the truth I knew that it was false hope I carried within me. Hope to be King, to be equal, to be loved. I lay here trapped in my punishment and I would hope for no more dreams, but that hope was ripped from me. "No Loki" Two words and it started my fall from grace. I was so far from home, not that it truly was ever my home, but it was all I had known. Now I am home but again trapped alone. Mother visits, but I wish you could, you would. I know I left you alone, you would never tell me how much it hurts, but I know it did. It's so easy to deceive. They believed you when you said we didn't know each other. Just as they believed me when I said I wanted to rule them. Why would I? They are all beneath me. I was merely a distraction a way to tease them for what is to come. This cell, it is so hard to get any form of release. I need a release from this room, from the dreams. Most of all I wish you were here to offer that release. You were the only one to ever give me the release of the dreams. But I have no hope that will happen again. Every night they return to me.

Eyes. They glow in the blackness showing nothing of a face.

Only the piercing eyes.

Eyes that laugh and mock, that burn and torment.

They are far from Asgardian eyes, further from humans.

Haunting eyes without a face.

Months, years, centuries I spent believing him, believing in him. He kept me believing all the lies to keep his dream alive. But it wasn't someone's dream it was me, your son, your brother. When I found out the truth it made so much sense. The years of working to be an equal, why it would never pay off, why I would always be in the shadow. It is hard to admit how much sadness it brought me. But easy to admit how much anger swelled inside me, like a raging ocean. Anger with him, and the truth. Anger for once loving him, what I thought he was. But I suppose he would think I would be thankful the anger he supplied me kept me alive. Alive through the endless suffering.

The eyes that glow without their face.

They show nothing but amusement, occasionally disgust.

Without words they order what is to be done to me.

They are forever burnt into my memories mixed with my screams.

Eyes watching me fall from grace.

At least I obtained one fond memories out of all this. I came to your world and found you before it was time to start the plan. Or maybe it was you who found me. I needed you to learn about the way of this world. I soon discovered you were the wrong person to ask. But you showed me how watching the people was almost like a dance without music. You would try to let that person want to give you that knowledge without having to slip. I complemented your intelligence and you surprised me by taking me back to your home.

We stayed there for days, never once leaving the small apartment. The first night I woke with a start and realised I didn't once see those eyes. I let myself fall into you. You helped me forget my sorrow and I drank it all down. We became tuned into one another and I fought desperately to forget why I was here. We read one another's every move, memorized ever touch. Now I am trapped thinking of you.

I wish I had hope so I could pray for you.

Do you pray for me?

Perhaps I should pray for this to end.

The cell is too bright but every time I close my eyes I see either you or those eyes. I am not sure which image haunts me more, those eyes without a face or your hurt eyes when you found out what I had to do, what I had done. But perhaps it is your caring eyes that sting the most, knowing I will never see them again. I wonder why I can't make myself despise you as I do the rest. Now all I can do is bury what I could never even hope was love. Even if it made me feel so alive and new. But it fell from your eyes and it is better that you realised.

Now all I have is those eyes without a face.

Their pain is more welcomed then your eyes.

Your eyes come to me less often.

Who knew I would become lost from a humans eyes?

Mother looked into my eyes and in hers I saw my own wasting away.

Every day it becomes worse, as I lose your eyes I lose my own and the eyes without a face begins to completely take over.