A/N I own nothing

Time skip to after the events of the Avengers

Heimdall smiled as the recently repaired Bifrost spun to life. It had been many years since he had carried the small girl in his arms to the home of the healer that would become her guardian, many years since the queen had decided to watch over the girl, many years since the girl's wounds had healed, many years since the girls mischievous ways had come out. It had been many years since he had hugged the girl before sending her to a far off realm where should would learn to become the warrior she was returning as.

The figure that stepped through the gateway was not that of a girl, but of a confident young woman. "Magenta."

Magenta ran forward to embrace the giant of a man, "Heimdall!" she exclaimed happily.

"Welcome home, young warrior." He said as he released her.

"I am, aren't I?" she said, though whether she meant home or a warrior he couldn't be sure. She sighed happily, "So have I missed anything important while I was away? How's Kataya? And what of her majesty Queen Frigga?"

Heimdall's deep laughter cut her off. "Kataya has missed you greatly but she fares well. She is tending to a patient as we speak. Our Queen is currently preoccupied so she shall not be able to see you today." He stated.

Reading into his silence and coming to the conclusion that he was hiding something from her Magenta spoke up, "What is on her mind?"

He paused, thinking through his next words carefully, "The former Prince Loki is being sentenced today."

Magenta thought hard, trying to recall a memory that had long ago moved to the back of her mind. She was able to conjure the smirking lips of a young boy with piercing green eyes to her mind, the face that matched the name, Prince Loki. "What are he's crimes?" she asked, recalling the boys words.

Looking troubled the gatekeeper told Magenta all that had happened to the man in her absence. "Loki shall be given his punishment today. But do not trouble yourself with these matters, go and see Kataya, we can speak later." He assured her, squeezing her shoulder gently. Smiling once more Magenta nodded curtly before beginning the familiar track.

A man glad in elegant green and gold was escorted into the throne room, two guards on either side led him by chains. He glanced to his left to the beautiful woman that had stood by his side for his whole life. "Hello mother," he greeted, before adding, "Have I made you proud?"

"Loki don't make this worse!" she pleaded.

"Define worse." He countered.

He stepped forward and laughed. "I really don't see what all the fuss is about!" he joked.

"Do you truly not feel the gravity of your crimes?" The All Father asked incredulously, "Where ever you go there is war… ruin… and death."

Loki shrugged, "I went down to rule the people of Midgard as a benevolent god… just like you." he smirked smugly.

"We are not gods. We're born, we live, we die, just as humans do." Odin argued.

Loki shrugged nonchalantly, "Give or take five thousand years."

"All this because Loki desired a throne." Odin declared, sitting on the golden throne of Asgard. To anyone else he would be an intimidating sight.

To Loki however he was simply and annoyance. "It is my birthright!"

"Your 'birthright' was to die!" the old king roared. "As a child. Cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in you would not be here now to hate me." he said in an almost disappointed tone.

"If I'm for the axe then for mercy's sake, just swing it!" Loki sighed, his tone making it sound as though he would be grateful if Odin were to just end his life, bring an idea to the old king's mind. "It's not that I don't love our little talks it's just… I don't love them." He added the familiar taunting smirk back in place.

"I will not take your life, no though you may not be my own, you shall always be Frigga's son. From this day forth until you find some remorse for your action you will be confined within the boundaries set by myself. Your magic will be limited, your reach to others as well until you have learned your lesson!" he declared.

Loki looked at Odin in disbelief, "Is that all?! Am I simply some child with a slap on the wrist?! Told to sit in the corner?! Where is your wrath, All Father?!" he sneered the title, "Do my action not equate to some supreme justice?!"

"If I were to deliver you some supreme justice upon you I doubt you would take it quietly. You simply wish to introduce chaos into this realm and that I will not allow." Odin stated, his tone condescending. He flicked his wrist, gesturing to the guards, "Take him away. I will hear him no more."

As the guards tugged at the chains that held him, Loki made one last point, "You cannot silence me forever! I will not sit idly by while you let that oaf rule Asgard. It is my birthright!"

Odin rose in his chair, "Your birthright was to die in the cold! Do not speak to me of rights when you have so blatantly disrespected yours! You call Thor an oaf when it is you who laid siege to another realm, you who killed thousands! Thor has matured while you have spiralled deeper into madness! Now leave!" Odin's echoing voice was out matched by the sound of his spear slamming into the ground. Silence followed, no one dared to so much as breath loudly in fear of facing the All Fathers wrath.

Loki was dragged away, silence for once, as Odin's words sunk deep into his soul, already beginning to fester.

Once he was out of sight Frigga stepped forward, with a wave of her hand the remaining people in the room left, until only Odin and herself remained. Odin sunk back into his throne with a sigh. "I thought you said that you would hear him out." She scolded gently.

Odin sighed. "Frigga please not now."

The queen rose her delicate eyebrows, "Actually now seems to be the perfect time."

"What did you expect me to do? That boy-" Odin started.

"That boy? That boy is our son!" Frigga exclaimed.

"Frigga we always knew that he would find out some day that he wasn't ours." Odin tried to reason.

Frigga looked at him as though seeing him for the first time. "Not ours? Did someone else teach him to walk? Did he call someone else mother with his first words? Did someone else catch him when he first fell of his horse? Was I not his mother? Did I not heal his wounds and dry his tears? Were you not his father? Did you not teach him how to use a sword? Were you not the one to point out his skilled aim, who gave him the daggers that he still carries?! Is he not our son?"

Odin shook his head stubbornly, "He was our son… but this man… this monster that he has become… I don't know him anymore."

"Well I believe that our son is still in there." Frigga stepped up to place a gentle kiss on her husband's forehead. "And I think that you do too." She gave him a knowing smile as she head for the door.

"What makes you think that?" he called after her.

"Simple. If you truly didn't… he'd be dead."

Magenta drew a deep breath before she knocked on the door. After a moment she thought she could faintly hear footsteps. She knocked again to be sure. "Oh for Valhalla's sake! I heard you the first time!" Magenta smiled at the familiar voice.

The door opened to reveal her surrogate mother. Kataya had aged in their years apart, her hair now held strands of silver, lines near her eyes showed stories of both pain and pleasure. Her lips were parted in shock. For the first time in years Magenta had managed to render the healer speechless.

"Hello mother Kat." Magenta spoke with a steady voice despite her frantic heartbeat. As she waited for the woman's response she felt the childish fear of rejection slip into her mind. It had been years, maybe Heimdall was wrong, maybe Kataya didn't wish to see her after all?

These fears were erased however when Kataya's lips spread into a warm wide smile, her eyes shining with tears, as she pulled the young woman into a fierce embrace. The years had not hindered her strength. "You're home." after a moment she pulled back to inspect Magenta properly.

Kataya's keen eyes took in every detail. The sword that was sheathed at the warriors' side, the intricate patterns on the handle, matched the gold amour that she was wearing. Long black leather pants and the black undershirt were distinguished beneath the metal chest plate and back armour that fit her hourglass figure nicely. Long boots with steel tipped boots snaked up her calves. Long black gloves travelled up to her elbows, were covered by bracelets designed to block swords. Magenta had allowed her midnight hair to grow out but currently had it up in a tight ponytail. 'All in all' Kataya thought, 'Magenta has grown into a beautiful young warrior.' The symbol on one of the bracelets caught Kataya's attention. Gently taking Magenta's hand and raising her arm so she could examine the mark she asked of its origin.

"It was the symbol of the Nytanyan army. My instructor believed it to be fitting." Magenta said fondly, though an undertone of sadness touched her voice. Shaking her head, and with it the sadness, Magenta smiled brightly. "I was not just trained in the art of the sword."

Kataya caught the tone of excitement in her voice. "What else did you learn?" she asked, indulging the girl.

Magenta took five steps back and closed her eyes. Moments later they opened to reveal orbs of black. Changing her stance into that of a warrior Magenta raised her arms. Kataya watched on, intrigued, as Magenta pulled her arms close to her body, the shadows that surrounded the objects around them whirled to life and moved to engulf the girl. Soon Magenta was covered in a cloud of black.

Moving her arms Magenta manipulated the shadows into strange shapes, though some remained attached to her skin. Magenta took a deep breath as she raised her arms, as she released it she threw her arms to her sides, taking care not to aim towards the doorway. The shadows followed the arc of her arms to the ground. What fascinated Kataya though was that where the shadows would have hit the ground there were, instead, black daggers.

Magenta stood straight again and closed her eyes. When she opened them her eyes had returned to their natural colour. Kataya stepped toward the closes dagger. Hesitantly she reached a hand out to grasp it… only to have it disperse back to shadows at her touch. Looking back she found Magenta sitting on what looked to be a stool made out of shadows smiling down at her in amusement.

"I see you have learnt the art of your forefathers." Kataya said as she stood, trying not to show in her tone how proud she was. "Congratulations, but in all your years of training, did you ever learn how to cook?"

Magenta looked surprised at her reaction before she burst out laughing. Standing from her seat se slung her arm around Kataya's shoulders, giving her a loving squeeze, "Of course! Someone in this house has to know how to cook!"

Loki looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps.

The door opened to reveal his 'family', Odin in the lead, closely followed by Thor and Frigga. Frigga looked crestfallen. It wasn't until Loki realised what she was holding that he understood why. Thor continued toward him, "Get up brother." the blonde said, gently griping Loki's upper arm to help him to his feet.

The urge to pull out of Thor grasp was all but overwhelming, "I'm not your brother! We've been through this!" he sneered as he stood.

"Loki… your wrist please." Frigga said, ignoring his words, as she moved to stand before him. Sighing Loki offered the requested limbs. The golden bracelets moved of their own accord as they left Frigga's hand to snake their way around Loki's wrists, tightening themselves before falling still. Grasping the bracelets Frigga murmured the bounding enchantment.

The force of his powers being pulled into the bracelets was enough to wind Loki and knock his legs out from under him. As much as he hated it, if it hadn't been for Thor's quick reaction Loki knew he would have fallen to the floor. Frigga's eyes were glassy when she finished the spell. She looked to Loki with a guilty expression that didn't suit her beautiful face and Loki hated it. He hated that his action had caused her pain. He didn't have a care for Odin, Thor nor all of Midgard and Asgard put together, he felt no remorse for his actions against them, but Frigga… for her and her alone… for her he felt guilt… he felt remorse.

At that realisation the pressure of his bounds lifted the slightest of bits. A small sliver of power slipped from the bracelets back into his body. So that was how the spell worked. Feel remorse and power is returned. Slowly Loki stood, glaring at his legs for the tremble that revealed his weakness. Thor stood beside him, arms by his side, but Loki knew that the man was waiting for him to fall again, like a dog waiting for a bone.

Odin payed him no mind, keeping his expression blank. From somewhere he produced a map of the city. The city had a circle around the palace and its gardens drawn in purple. "This circle shows how far you are allowed to go. For now you will be living in the dungeon but you are free to wander the palace grounds. You will be assigned guards that will watch you every hour of the day. You must return to the dungeon by sundown each day. If you fail to do so your guards will escort you back with force." Odin directed. Loki met his gave unflinchingly.

"Do not attempt to go beyond the boundary." Frigga added, "If you do they will be painful repercussions." Frigga glanced pointedly at his metal restraints. Loki nodded in understanding.

Odin nodded to Thor, the blonde nodded back and went to open the door. Two guards stood to attention. "They will guard you for now." With that Odin took his leave.

Thor lingered a moment longer, clearly wanting to say something but not being able to find the words. Eventually he too left. Frigga looked torn. Loki knew that she was expected to stand by Odin. "Loki…"

Loki smiled sadly at him. "It's alright. This is a much tamer punishment than I had expected and I believe I have you to thank for that."

She shook her head, "I may have spoken to Odin but ultimately it was his choice."

He smirked, "Either way. Thank you… mother." He pressed a kiss to her forehead for a moment. Loki looked up at the two men at his door. "I don't like them." He stated.

Frigga rolled her eyes, "You don't even know them."

Loki pouted, reminding Frigga momentarily of the sweet nine year old that brought her handpicked flowers, "It doesn't matter. I don't like them." He said, crossing his arms.

"Well… you are meant to have three guards. The third was originally meant to be Sif…" Loki groaned at the prospect. Frigga smiled before continuing, "But I think I have someone better in mind." She smiled slyly.

Loki raised an eyebrow.

"You'll see." Frigga kissed him quickly on the cheek before taking her leave.

Loki watched her go before looking to the two guards once more. "Is this to be my fate? To spend the rest of eternity under constant watch? To never know the feeling of privacy? To be under scrutiny for the rest of my days?" he couldn't help but laugh at the irony. All he had ever wanted growing up was Odin's attention and now, after he had grown accustom to his own company, he would never know another moment of solitude... and yet Odin still neglected him.

His maniac, almost gleeful laughter rang through the royal halls, sending a shiver up the spine of anyone who heard it.

A/N I know that it could have been a bit better but...well I'm no J K Rowling so .

Shout out to PaulaWaula, hope you liked this chapter