I awoke laying face down on a wooden floor, I groaned lifting myself up, I was on the upper part of a two story loft from the looks of it; to my left was a large four poster bed with green silk curtains and black bedding, a desk matching the bed and a large green leather chair. To my right was a closed door. I slowly walked forward only to be stopped by something that glowed an ire green before going back to translucent, I pressed my palm against it getting the same result I was trapped; out of irritation I kicked forward "damn it" I hissed sitting back down cradling my throbbing foot "well that was amusing" Loki stepped up from the lower level he looked at me with a smug smile plastered on his face "why'd you bring me here?" where ever 'here' was "to teach you how to properly act in the presence of a god and king" "oh right Loki, Norse God of Mischief and Chaos" I pondered out loud, gaining a smile from him "what exactly are you the king of then? Getting your ass kicked?" I asked raising an eyebrow "you'd do well to watch your tongue" Loki glared at me "yeah whatever" I mumbled turning my gaze else where the look Loki was giving me still reminded me of him.

A few minutes past and Loki was still starring at me occasionally he would let out a small chuckle I had enough of it "how exactly are you going to 'teach' me anything when your too busy eye fucking me?" I sighed leaning back on my elbows, Loki chuckled again "do not flatter your self mortal. I am simply thinking of how best start the education of my Little Sparrow" he smiled, I chuckled quietly making him raise an eyebrow "what amuses you so?" "Your imagination, or lack there of, for giving nicknames. Thor has called me that since day one, guess you Norse gods are on the same wave-" I was pushed down Loki pinning my arms above my head and he looked pissed "did I strike a nerve?" I smiled coyly "you would dare think that I have anything in common with that moron" he glared giving me the look that I hated as he squeezed my wrists tighter I felt coldness; unbearable coldness. I tried to wrestle from his grip gaining a full on laugh filled with evil that made my skin crawl "do remember who you are dealing with mortal" he spat before getting off me and walking back to the lower section of the loft, I rubbed my wrists unable to shake the fear.

I walked through the hall that I had not walked through in so long "Run Away!" childhood memories littered the wall I stopped in front of the one of us in front of Disneyland on Halloween I was Tinkerbell and they were Peter Pan and Wendy I traced my fingers along the glass leaving streaks of blood and cracks "Run Damn It!" I continued to walk down the other end of the hallway a closed door "mom?" "Dad?" "nonononoNO! Don't open the door run away!" My hand pushed the door open, heart skipping a beat so much blood.

I opened my eyes taking in a shaky breath as a tear trickled down my cheek Loki chuckled beside me "sleep well Little Sparrow?" he asked mockingly "fucking asshole!" I exclaimed pushing myself up marching as far as the invisible barrier would allow me, he sat on the chair legs crossed and looked thoroughly amused with the pain I was in; I shook with anger and fear "you monster!" I now yelled, with a snarl Loki stood up and marched toward me, anger gone nothing left but fear I backed away only to be stopped by someone I looked back to see another Loki, my face was pulled forward to look at the actual Loki "a monster am I; Little Sparrow?" he tilted his head, my arms were held forward by the Loki clone I was left in my bra and underwear reveling my deepest secret, I looked up at Loki's smiling face "so many" he cooed tracing a finger along some raised skin it opened blood seeping out I had forgotten how it felt not that I would really want to remember "how many are self harm, Little Sparrow?" he asked tracing along another I tried to pull away but was held tightly "Tell me how many, Little Sparrow" another opened "n-none" I breathed through clenched teeth "none?" Loki said with fake shock, I was pulled on to my back, Loki climbed on top of me a Loki clone on each side holding my arms outstretched he leaned in and whispered "then it is he, that is the monster" a shiver worked it's way down my spine "but I shall have to make this that much more interesting" Loki sat up right, but it wasn't Loki anymore looking at me now with his piercing blue eyes, Charles Barton I shook my head no it was a trick nothing more than a trick I kept my eyes closed, Loki-Charles laughed evilly "I have seen into your very mind Little Sparrow," a trace of a finger another wound opened I gasped, trying to pull away from the clones that restrained me "I have seen your fear of this man" another scar "the five years of torment" "open your eyes Little Sparrow, this is no fun when you shut them" a rib broke I arched my back screaming, he pushed me down.

I kept my head turned breathing heavily; I refused to look at him. He kept talking as he re-opened each wound, telling me how much everyone hated me how they couldn't stand me how much of a failure I was.

Loki-Charles stood up brushing himself off smiling at his work; the Loki clones disappeared and I was clothed again, my breathing was now labored he had re-opened all three-hundred scars, re-broke the three ribs and left hand. "Stand before me Little Sparrow" Loki, who was back to Loki ordered; I grasped my left side lifting myself up slowly only to fall to my knees panting "this is your natural state; Little Sparrow" Loki began to walk around me "kneeling before a god and king" he stopped in front of me lifting me up by my hair, I let out a hiss of pain he traced a finger along my jaw line "I do hope you've learnt well" he tossed me back.