Fastened

Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under

And it's peaceful in the deep
Cathedral where you cannot breathe
No need to pray, no need to speak
Now I am under all

And it's breaking over me
A thousand miles down to the sea bed
Found the place to rest my head

As if the atmosphere around them could not get any worse, it intensified as the two God's slowly paced down the soft cobble beneath their boots. The God Of Mischief brooded to himself as no one dared to speak a word, but he could see what they wanted to say in their minds. It wasn't totally oblivious.

He sneered to himself at the thought, yet something else angered him. Was it because he was captured once again? No, he didn't care. The Chitauri army would have turned on him anyways, so he'd leave them for Odin to deal with later on. The real reason this man was angry was because they fitted him with a metal muzzle to cover his mouth. The audacity they had! His dark emerald eyes glanced over to the ferocious green blasphemous monster who was currently donning his human form and Loki scoffed inwardly. It was him who had pushed for Loki to be fitted to this muzzle, yet Thor's original idea. Banner cackled like a fool the entire time he did so. Not only that but he had these rather unpleasant shining metal cuffs fitted around his wrists - something that the red-headed woman had suggested.

The God scanned the area, his eyes darting from one mortal body to the next. Steve, Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and Clint were all present, wearing their casual clothing. Natasha and Clint whispered to each other like they were the only one's that existed in this park, smiling and cupping their hands to each others ears. Tony and Bruce shared a few laughs with each other as they slowly strode towards the two God's while Steve crossed his arms over his chest and gazed around at the view. Loki could feel Thor's gaze on him and it made his blood boil - couldn't he just get this over with and just take him back to Asgard? Loki twisted his head around the opposite way of Thor's oafish face to catch a last glimpse of the battered buildings that lined the skyline of the city, a shred of pride ran through him for the last time.

Loki looked down to the small chains that linked his hands together, inspecting the tiny links that held the chain together. Silently, he chuckled to himself, readjusting his footing as he did. They were so foolish to think that these small metal links would hold a God. They should just thank their lucky stars that he decided against escaping again.

He admitted to himself at some point when Banner was fitting him with the muzzle that these freaks did an alright job. No less, no more. He admired how he almost got outsmarted by the red-headed woman they called Black Widow. She was a smart one. But of course they were still mortals.

He slowly turned his head back towards Thor's, who still stared at him with those clouded blue eyes, Loki could tell there were many things on his mind. In his hand, he held a handle of the Tesseract, and the other he held his mighty Mjolnir. Thor nodded to the man, and Loki took the other handle of the Tessie, and the ground beneath the two brothers shook gently and bright blue rays broke through the ground. The light cascaded upwards and the two were whirled through Midgard and space.

The corners of his lips twitched slightly, which grew into a small delicate smile upon his lips Ah, he hadn't seen Asgard in a while. It was almost like a child who looked up to their big new scary house for the first time. He didn't want to step foot in this city ever again. The smile disappeared when Thor mentioned they were going to go see their father - oh how much Loki longed to correct his terminology. He's not my father, he's yours.

The two walked through the beginnings of the city, passing by the crowds that admired Thor as he so gallantly passed by, waving his hand out to the small children that stared up at him. Loki paid absolutely no attention to his surroundings as they slowly walked through the Central court of the city, where his wife was presumably burned to death. His face was sour beneath that cold hard muzzle he had - though you could still still the lines that held so much emotion at the corners of his eyes.

He was curious as to what the All-Father had planned for him, his punishment that is. Sentenced to death? Sentenced prison? Or worse, in his mind take away his magical abilities? Or would it be like the old days, when Loki and Thor would play tricks on the city guards and be punished to house arrest, having to sit in their bedrooms all week was a terrible, terrible thing.

Loki watched dully as Thor pressed his large burly hands against the warm golden doors that were set in front of them, looking to his brother before pushing them open with all his might, causing them to swing wildly open. Loki pulled himself together before entering the castle alongside Thor, preparing to face Odin himself. Thor proudly strode towards the throne as if he owned the place, taking advantage of those looks of awe to boast his already swollen ego. The God of Mischief, however; hesitantly pulled himself up to the throne, already sensing those hateful glares and pitiful side glances. He sighed inwardly. He really didn't need this.

They now stood face to face with that bag of bones, Odin.

"Father..!" Thor boasted happily with outstretched arms towards his father, a toothy grin now spreading across his stubbled face. "It was hard, but I've brought Loki and the Tesseract where they belong!" Thor half turned to the left and handed a guard the tesseract, who bowed slightly before stomping off carefully towards the armory. Then came along that awkward silence.

Odin eyed Loki for a moment. "Loki.." The pure sound of Odin's voice made Loki's blood boil. "What you have done is unforgivable - a disgrace to Asgard!" The man eyed him cautiously.

A single brow on Thor's face raised curiously, raising his hand up slowly. "Now Father.. Let's not make such haste on your decisions.."

"I have had much time to over think the punishment-"

"Believe me father, I am as angry as you are... But he is still family. I will not stand idly and lose my brother again."

Odin looked down at his son with a 'you know what he's capable of' kind of face. "Thor.." Odin warned but Thor had piped up again.

"Please, father."

The elderly man sighed and rubbed the apparent dark bags that clung to the bottom of his eyes slowly, with all this stress being put on him, how was he supposed to make a decision? "If Loki stays... I will permanently sew his mouth shut so he cannot utter another lie again, along with constant supervision and side work. Am I understood?" He watched Thor barely nod, obviously thinking his fathers decision, and then he saw Loki's cold hard glare that was fixed upon him.

Pressing his hands against the cold metal armor that lay across his thighs, he pulled himself up into a standing position, letting out a sigh once he did so. A servant quickly scurried to Odin's side and bowed almost to a ninety degree angle, in her hands she presented a small seamstresses sewing kit. Odin courtly nodded before he slowly made his way down the small set of stairs, not noticing his wife's head slowly peeking into the room with a worried etched face, her long fingers clutching the doorway tightly.

Loki, though, was not nearly half as scared as Frigga about this whole ordeal. He had it coming, he supposed. It's not like he really needed nutrients from food and water anyways. He was now a few feet from Loki, standing before him, inspecting him with a small needle and thread in one hand. Another servant made his way to Loki's side and quickly undid the right muzzle, letting it fall to the floor with a loud clank.

"Any last words, Loki?"

Loki merely adjusted the buckles on his armor and smoothed out the tattered fabric. "I'm surprised you had not suggested a public burning, All-Father." Loki's eyes flashed with a darkness Odin had never seen, and it baffled him. Thor shrugged it off.

"Well then, we'll begin Loki." Odin boomed quite loudly as he flipped the needle through his sausage like fingers, antagonizing Loki.

Loki calmly closed his eyes, imagining a different scenario than the one he was in. He could feel the tip of the needle pierce it's way through his bottom lip, immediately tasting the coppery blood that seeped through the wound. He didn't care much for the taste of blood. It wasn't the needle that hurt most, it was the thread that followed after. Scratchy, painful thread. Loki cursed Odin for picking this specific thread. He steadied his breathing and careful clenched and unclenched his fists from time to time as the waves of pain only seemed to get worse for this God, and it seemed Odin was becoming more and more clumsy with those things he called hands. His mouth only tasted like blood now, Loki only wished he could spit it out.

From each corner of his mouth and partially down the length of his neck blood began to stain his porcelain skin and drip down onto his battered armor. His eyelids cracked open until those dark emerald eyes stared at the man once more with that menacing look he knew Odin hated. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a sullen Thor, his brows knitted together with slight worry and his fingers nervously bound together. That only made Loki angrier. Don't pity me.

Odin stepped back, away from his deranged adopted son, and excused himself from the throne room.

Turning on his heels, Loki gave Thor one last dark look before exiting the throne room as well, with guards on his heels and leaving the servants to wipe his blood off the marble floors.

...

Meanwhile, Daenerys stood in complete awe as her violet eyes took in the monster that swayed so elegantly before her. It was a grand ship she had bought with all the silver and gold she collected from Xaro's manse, and it was the best buy she had ever made. It was a beautifully carved ship, ornate with the finest jewels around, the sails were stain free and even donned a small Targaryen sigil (she knew if she made it too big she would be spotted when she arrived in Asgard.) She wasn't alone in this ship, she had acquired a healthy amount of followers to her cause (more than she could fit in this ship.) Holding onto the railing daintily, her shoes clicked against the wooden planks as she boarded her ship, a small smile making it's way to her lips.

Her men entered the ship afterwards, taking their respectful places in the bunkers or on the bow. Passing by many small windows that looked out to the ocean, Daenerys set forth to find herself a bedroom. That she did. She found the bargemaster's room, equip with a large bed, already made with fresh sheets and pillows and blankets. She placed her palms against the soft blanket and crawled onto her bed, sitting down by her headboard pulling her knees to her chin slowly.

She sighed. The last time she was on a ship was with her little girl, sleeping soundly on her chest while they left Asgard in their dust, hoping never to return. And now she had to return to this place to get her little one back - because they stole her.

She sighed again before pushing the blankets out from beneath her and pulling them over her now shivering body. Daenerys buried her face into her pillow rather angrily. If Loki wasn't so stupid and just held onto Thor's weapon.. Then he'd still be alive. Her face crinkled sadly against the soft fabric of the pillow, slowly rubbing her goose-bumped arms with the palms of her hands. She remembered the good times, where her face would be in the crook of his neck and she'd be cuddled up against his chest every morning.

The boat had begun rocking gently, and the creaking of floorboards became more apparent now the the ship was now leaving dock. Her violet eyes turned dark. Pyat Pree had better pray to the Norns for mercy, for if he touched even a hair on her daughter's head, she'd make his life a living hell.

...

Dipping his hands into the refreshing lukewarm water, he quickly brought them up to splash the water upon his face. Loki cursed himself when he had awoken with dried blood on the entry wounds of the threads. It was such a painful hassle to take care of. Blood was sputtered on his mouth and little droplets were dried upon his chin. His tired emerald eyes watched as the water dripped down his face and back down into the large ivory basin, coming back a tinged red color. He carefully cleaned the entry wounds, ridding the dried blood off his face before washing his hand in the small bucket of clean water. He took back what he thought a week ago - when he thought this thread would be no hassle, and that Odin could do it. It was horrid living with this damned thread in his mouth. Not only did he constantly taste that sour coppery taste, but the taste of stale thread. It was sickening.

Once he was finished cleaning, he left the quiet wash room and entered his bedroom, completely ignoring the golden crib that stood parallel to his bed. He lazily changed out of his night attire and into a fresh set of black trousers and a dark green tunic. He buckled his black boots before he swung the bedroom doors open, revealing the two guards that were assigned to today's 'baby-sitting.'

Loki had been requested by Frigga for today for a 'stroll' through the in bloom gardens, something he regularly wouldn't object to. But things were different now and he couldn't care less for anyone in this castle However, he had to do what they pleased. He made his way through the quiet hallway of the west wing and found the small door that led outside towards the royal gardens, pushing it open gently, wincing at the bright light that met his eyes. Normally he'd lock himself up in the grande library so he wasn't so accustomed to the blinding light of the outside world.

He immediately spotted the Queen sitting gracefully underneath a Cercis Canadensis small tree which was in bloom with beautiful pinkish-lavender colored flowers. He winced at the sight. This one was one of Daenerys' favorite trees in the garden, alongside the flowering dogwood tree that he also spotted down the gravel aisle.

Shrugging the feeling off, he sauntered off towards the woman with happy shimmering eyes that were glued to him, her lips twisting up into a smile. Loki took a seat beside her on the bench and let his eyes fall upon the many colorful birds that claimed the ledges of the marble cut fences and the branches of the trees as their homes.

"My son." She smiled warmly at him, placing her balmy hand against his much cooler ones. He didn't lay an eye on her. "I hope you are doing fine this morning." Hesitantly, Frigga glanced between his (obviously) hurt eyes and that menacing black thread that stared her down. She wished she spoke against her husbands decision.

Loki's brows furrowed for a moment, what was the point of speaking to him if he could not respond? She must be teasing him! He stayed quiet, letting his attention be caught by a small blue bird making a perfectly round nest on a thin branch of a willow tree not too far away.

"I hope you're not having too hard of a time with this... Thread.." Her voice was laced with pity for her son, stuttering mid sentence. As a mother that thread teased her, she just wanted to yank it out! "I would not have chosen a punishment so cruel."

Ah, but you are fine with the burning of my wife and the gifting away of my daughter? He thought to himself darkly with a slight shake of the head. She wasn't as innocent as she seemed, Frigga. She must have noticed the shake of his head because she shut up quickly. Now they sat in complete silence, as Loki had wanted, without knowing what was unfolding outside of Asgard's gates.

AN: I'm sorry, I've been bedridden with sickness and I have graduation photo sessions everywhere so augh, I have a hectic schedule. I hope this chapter will keep your mouth watering until I finish the next chapter, which wont take as long as this one did, I'm pretty sure. Thank you guys soooooo much for the reviews, they make me happy! :) And thanks to those who favorite/follow, I don't forget about you guys ! The song in the beginning is 'Never Let Me Go' by Florence And The Machine.

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