Thanks so much for the reviews and reads and follows and favorites and everything else! They really inspire me. I apologize so much for the numerous grammatical errors in the previous chapters. Fanfiction completey fucked up my work when I tried to upload it. Hopefully this chapter makes up for it because we finally get to meet Loki! Don't forget to rate and review! So without further ado…

Loki, only in a loincloth, hung in the municipal palace gardens of Asgard, limbs spread out. His wrists were bound tightly in chains, arms drawn up and fastened to a wall, and his ankles also chained tightly and pinned to the ground. His head hung down, long hair, matted with grime and blood, tumbling before his face, and lips, sewn together haphazardly. His limp body was littered with marks, bruises, and cuts all varying in depth from a simple scratch to the deep wound of a stabbing weapon. He was left there bloody and battered, a pool of the crimson liquid had formed below him, and injuries increasing as the days went by.

This was his punishment. Ever since that fateful day of his return from Midgard, he had been hanging in the open. The citizens of Asgard would come and go as they please, either choosing to spit on him, beat him, or just look upon him with disgust. He had brought shame upon Asgard, betraying their loyalty and trust, and he was a Frost Giant, the Aesir's eldest and most ruthless and fearsome enemy. No one would help him, not that he wanted it.

A small group of three or four burly, Asgardian warriors approached him haughtily.

"Lo and behold, it is the Prince of the Jotuns!" One proclaimed, the others laughed.

"No, he is the ruler of Midgard!" Another said, the others laughed even harder.

"You are all wrong! He is evidently the king of Asgard!" Another said sardonically. They all laughed with great hilarity, holding each other and wiping tears.

Loki slowly picked up his head and watched the amused warriors with a crazed look. He stretched his lips into a sadistic smile, causing the wire sewn across his mouth to split the skin. He laughed along with the warriors, blood spilling from his lips.

The men stopped laughing and looked at him.

"What is so funny?" One asked the other.

"He has gone mad, leave him be." The other advised.

"No, I want to know." He replied. He drew out his sword and slashed the wire. "Speak."

Loki laughed senselessly aloud, blood dripping from his mouth and adding to the pool beneath him.

The one had had cut his mouth loose stepped forward and gave him a swift blow across the face.

"I said speak!"

Loki's laughter simmered down to chuckles. It obvious that they came here to humiliate him and get a good laugh. Loki aimed to please.

"You are named Brandr, correct?" Loki inquired.

The one who had stepped forward looked at his friends haughtily before looking at Loki.

"Yes."

"I remember you once had a beautiful young maiden." Loki watched with amusement as Bandr's snoot facial expression dropped.

He continued.

"She was often lonely when you left to battle with Thor. The rare few times when I did not accompany him was when she fled to me, believing me a solace."

Brandr's face turned red with anger, fists clenching, and knuckles turning white.

"It is so…kind of you and your companions to refer to me as king. She often did as well."

Brandr ran forward and struck a laughing Loki in the face. Loki's head snapped to the side. Brandr called his comrades and they all started in on him, delivering swift kicks and punches, beating Loki mercilessly. The chains rattled with each movement of Loki's tormented body. Brandr pulled out his sword and plunged it into Loki's side. He pulled the bloody blade out slowly and raised it to his neck.

"Stop! What are you doing?" His friends shouted. They pulled on him trying to get him to cease his action before it was too late. Brandr writhed against them until finally pushing both of them away. He turned back to Loki and brought the sword once again to his neck.

"I don't know why Odin has kept you alive all this time." Baldr said.

He raised his sword and brought it down with a yell.

"HALT!" A majestic voice resounded. Loki was too weak to raise his head, but he knew exactly who that voiced belonged to and his heart darkened instantly.

Brandr stiffened and his sword stopped just short of Loki's neck. He turned around ready to strike the one who prevented him from killing Loki.

Brandr froze and dropped to his knees, head bowed in a submissive way, his cohorts followed suit.

"My king." Brandr said nervously.

Odin walked steadily forward, Thor on his footsteps.

"You three are of my most trusted warriors. I would have expected better of you."

"We offer you our sincerest apolo—"

"Leave." Odin ordered tersely.

The three arose and quickly fled the garden.

Loki had come used to Thor's visits. In the beginning, Loki would act out violently, or at least try to, whenever Thor came to see him. He did not want any relationship of any kind with Thor, and he made sure that was clear. However, Thor was persistent and still visited him in defiance. So after a while, Loki just let him be.

Over time, he had come used to Thor's informs on happenings around the kingdom and in his personal life. Due do the condition of his mouth, he would just listen, devoid of emotion.

However, he could do without Thor's useless way of calling him brother. He would sneer with disgust every time Thor had called him that endearing term. It seemed this time he had brought an unwelcome Odin along. Traitor.

Thor rushed forward towards Loki. He grabbed his chin and raised it so he could see Loki's face. He looked dreadful. He had lost his looks due to the severe torment over the years. His bloody face was covered with cuts and raised bruises, black and blue. He looked weak and limp. With the mere strength Loki had left, he gathered the blood in his mouth and spat at Thor.

Thor sighed and wiped the sputum off his face. Loki smiled manically.

"The waters father." Thor asked.

Odin pulled a deep bowl of enchanted liquid behind him and handed it uneasily to Thor. Thor poured the water over Loki. Wherever the water flowed his flesh was healed. The bruises settled and reverted to the pale color of Loki's flesh and the scars vanished. His body was healed as well. The blood ran off of his body along with the water. Loki looked at Thor in confusion, but Thor just shrugged and darted his eyes toward Odin. Loki turned his attention toward Odin and glared. What was the old man up to?

Thor pulled Mjolnir from his side and hammered the chains at his feet. They broke instantly.

Thor smiled joyously. "Come brother, we have to make you presentable. Father has made a proclamation."

Thor returned Mjolnir to its place on his side and hoisted Loki upon his shoulder, half dragging, half carrying him. Odin came forward and placed a hand on Loki.

Loki shook him off. "Leave me." He growled weakly.

Odin looked upon him sadly and complied. The trio walked into the palace.