Chapter 2
He was furious, so insanely angry with his parents and brother. Who were they to decide what was good for him? Loki knew his limits, he was fine. He was still breathing, his heart still beating, so what was the problem?
It wasn't like they cared before; this wasn't something that he started overnight.
Over a century.
That was how long it took for them to notice, to realize something wasn't right, and that only happened because Loki himself called for help.
"What a mistake." he said quietly to himself.
Loki was waiting for his oaf of a brother to come fetch him, to take him to his new prison.
He hated the fact he was being taken to his brothers MORTAL companions, to care for him, when the palace healers were perfectly capable of keeping watch over him.
Even as Loki thought this to himself, he knew why he was being sent to Midgard. The midgardian heroes weren't going to be quite as scared of him, or his powers, making it harder for him to escape.
Even under his anger and anxiousness, he felt a small sense of curiosity, for he hadn't been to Midgard in over two hundred years, and as a result never met Thors little group.
Harsh thumping of footfalls coming towards his room brought him out of his thoughts of the humans, and Loki looked up to see his father and mother waiting to take him to the bifrost where he would be meet by his brother and taken to earth.
He glared up at his parents from his place on the bed making no attempt to move towards them, even though his mother was giving him a calm loving smile.
His father sighed, "Please don't make this harder than it already is."
Loki glared as he rose from the bed, walking slowly to the door passing his parents without as much as a glance towards them. He could hear his mother choke back a cry, but he dint look back, he couldn't.
The walk to the bifrost was quiet and slow. Quiet because Loki refused to speak to them, and slow because he was weak from the years of starving himself.
He stumbled once and practically snarled at his mother for trying to help him.
The trio finally arrived at the destination where Thor was waiting, looking very upset and uncomfortable.
As soon as they were all still Thor spoke, "The son of stark has agreed to house you until you are recovered,"
Odin nodded tightly, "Very good." As he said this the older male handed his oldest son a pair of bracelets, "This are to be place on your brother as soon as you are safely on Midgard. They will suppress his magic, removing all glamour he has on himself. He will not be able to hide his sickness this way."
Thor grimaced as he look at the bracelets knowing his brothers magic was his security blanket, but nodded none the less.
Turning he grasped Lokis wrist gently and bid farewell to his parents. Then, in a flash, they were gone.
Hello, so I know this is short, and quite poorly written but I'm not good at dialogue or multi-chaptered fics. I have this amazing piece of writing in my head that I would love to read, but there is no way for me to write it how I want it. It is very hard for me to turn my thoughts into words. I did try my best, and I will continue to try and do better, but please don't be too disappointed if I don't meet your standards. =]