Loki sat in his prison with his head between his knees. His hands carefully pushed back the hair from his face. He felt a mess, cold and lost, as he had felt many times over the course of the last months. His real father had abandoned him to die. Odin, the man who raised him, always treated him like he was second best. Loki was born to rule, but Odin would never let him.

He was lost. Alone. And this only fueled the sick hatred in his stomach. He wanted to tear the knot from his body, rid himself of the burden. But he could not. He was a monster indeed, and deep inside the realization gave him some satisfaction. He wanted everyone to fear him, that would mean, he at least had some power. That he was not entirely nothing.

A slight change in the silence broke his thoughts for a second. He turned his head to the side, straining to catch the new sound, but he heard nothing. He half laughed-half sighed. He must be going mad…

"Awww is this the great and powerful Loki I am told to fear?"

His body snapped as he heard the voice. It was not one he recognized. Loki frantically started looking around, trying to identify the voice's source.

Laughter thrilled through the air, sharp and hot against his skin. "A silver tongue like yours, and still you have nothing to say to me?"

Loki let out a dry laugh at her humor. "I apologize, but how am I to speak when I know not to whom I speak? A friend? A foe? One must think before every word in the times before a trial."

She slipped from the darkness like a goddess, tall and slender, flawless from every angle. Her long blond hair bounced as she slid across the hallway to his cell. "A magnificent thing like you, and here you are imprisoned like a petty criminal," she cooed as her piercing green eyes met his own, "Such a shame."

Loki felt a spike of anger rush through his veins. "I am a king, you would find it wise-"

She cut him off hard and cold, "You are nothing but a broken child, barely even a prince." She stopped just in front of his cell, a light coming to her eyes as her lips twitched into a wicked smile.

This was a game to her. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he stood up and walked towards the door of his cell. She was so close she could almost reach out and grab her.

She teased him more, leaning in enough to run her fingers over the bars, "You will know me as Amora. The next ruler of Asgard."

Loki scoffed. "Is that so? Well congratulations to you, have you come to gloat?"

"Quite the contrary, Trickster" Amora replied.

Loki's smile disappeared, he hated that name, and judging by Amora's instant amusement, she knew that.

"I have come here to free you." she said as she went to pull back her hand but he was too quick. He snatched her wrist, and looked into her eyes expecting there to be fear, but she kept her eyes steady and unflinching on his. No one had been able to do this for quite some time. He could instill no fear in this woman and that lit a fire in his gut.

"And what is it that you have in mind, dear lady." he ran his other hand along one of the bars. These bars were forged from the dwarfs, the finest blacksmiths of all the worlds. It cannot be broken into."

"You're not the only one skilled in magic." Her eyes sparked with venomous delight.

He dropped her wrist and stepped back, gesturing for the sorceress to work her wonders. He smiled, hardly able to keep from laughing at her arrogance.

She bowed mockingly and leaned against the bar so that her body blocked the lock. He watched her carefully, strangely fascinated by this new ally. Just as Loki opened his mouth to ridicule her attempt, he heard the door unlock.

"What magic-"

She smiled and wiggled her fingers at him and he saw the key in the lock. He knew her power. He quickly flung the door to the side and charged at her, just to find himself falling through her onto his knees.

He recovered quickly and turned around to find Amora standing in the corner of the room. Loki shot a bolt deep purple light from his hand at Amora who effortlessly blocked it and held it in her palm. Loki looked at her in shock, unable to comprehend what had just happened. She shot a bolt back at him, this time with a hint of green.

Loki was unable to block it and was hit by the blast. He fell to the floor, while Amora slowly walked towards him.

Loki attempted to spring at her once again. Amora smirked and pressed her palm into his temple. There was a flash of white light as sharp pain pierced his skull before he crumpled to the ground, out cold.

Amora looked down at her broken prince, disappointed. For a monster he had no bite. Standing above him, she used her magic to free them both from the prison.