Asguard, After the Battle of New York.

Loki was walked to Odin's throne, his hands and ankles shackled, giving just enough room to walk. He saw his mother standing off to the side as the guards escorted him. He felt a guilty sting in his heart seeing her. She was the only one to make him feel that emotion. On the other side stood his brother, looking terribly heartbroken. Like someone kicked his puppy. Loki snarled toward the ground, letting them walk him like a damn dog.

He stopped in front of Odin's throne. Forced to kneel. He lifted his head up, chin high as he looked toward his mother with his smirk. "Have I made you proud mother?" She frowned. "Do not make this worse Loki." He glared. "How exactly could this become worse?" Odin stood, glaring down at Loki. "Loki, I have grown weary of your disobedience. Your trickery. The heartbreak you have brought upon this family and so many others of Midguard are immeasurable. The lives you have taken simply because you wanted to.." Odin paused. Loki smirked. "Your not weary of my trickery or disobedience. You want control. You crave it. But you cannot have it from me, will not have it from me. I am a God of tricks and lies and that is something you will never control." Odin glared, his scepter charging. "Then you have made my decision that much easier. You will become nothing more then an infant. A puny, helpless infant. Perhaps I raised you wrong but this time You will be punished for every disobedience, every lack of control you show. Perhaps you will learn the second time around." Loki looked confused before the beam from Odin's staff hit him. He yelled out in pain as he felt his body shrinking.

Thor had to look away, eyes closed tightly. He couldn't stand his brothers pain. Frigga had a hand over her mouth in shock. What was this to mean for her son? Soon the bright light went away, leaving only the sounds of a crying baby. Frigga ran over quickly to the infant that was now buried in green and black leather. She frowned, cooing at him as she held him gently. He was tiny and pale and so scared as he cried. She looked to Odin. "Odin, was this necessary? To transform him to regrow again?" Odin sighed, walking closer. "I'm afraid so. It seems to be the only way he may learn is if we ..try again." Thor frowned, walking over to Frigga, looking at his literal baby brother in her arms. He vowed to protect him, to be there for him this time, to treat him better.

Four years later

Loki was happily reading in the library on the other side of the palace. He was using light from his hand, magic, to read. It was late but it was the only safe time to escape his room. Odin locked him in every night but Loki found a way around his lock. He heard footsteps, quickly closing his book with little hands, holding it close as he hid under one of the tables, hoping the long table cloths would hide him. He turned off his magic, holding his breath best he could as the heavy booted foot steps went by. He breathed out in relief but it was short lived as he was grabbed by his arm, the book nearly falling out of his other hand. The guard held him up, glaring. "What do we have here? A wondering prince? You know you are not suppose to be on this side of the castle at this time. And whats this?" He took the book, Loki whimpered, watching. The guard chuckled. "Magic huh? You know Asguardians are you learn combat, not magic. Magic is for girls." He threw the book onto the floor, dragging Loki out of the room. Loki pleaded. "No, please! Do not take me to him!" "It is your own fault little prince."

The guard took Loki to Odin, nearly throwing him on the floor. Odin shooed the guard away as he walked toward the wall. Loki cried, knowing what was coming. "Please, father...I only wanted to read." Odin turned back to him, glaring, holding a rolled up whip. "Are you not grateful the books you have." Loki sniffled. "You will learn combat like your brothers and sisters." He threw Loki to the ground, raising his whip high in the air, bringing it down with a loud crack.

Two years later

It was a huge banquet and Loki wasn't allowed any of it. He wasn't even allowed outside his room but it didn't stop him to use his illusion to sneak out while it looked like he was peacefully sleeping. He was stealthy as a cat, going under the table, reaching for an orange but that's when a hand caught his. He swallowed, ignoring the pain in his wrist, looking up at a guard. He got 40 whippings that night.

Once Odin was done Thor came to Loki, gently carrying him away to wash. Loki now sat in the bathtub, scowling as the water turned pink with his blood as Thor washed him. He winced. "Sorry brother, I am trying to be gentle." "I'm aware. Just keep washing." Thor rinsed the cloth before bringing it back to his bloodied back. "What is it you wanted from the table?" Loki spoke quietly, his voice numb. "An orange. I wanted an orange. Bread and water fills me most of the time but I was so hungry today Thor. I wanted more." Thor frowned. "I'm sorry brother." Loki frowned.

Thor helped him out of the tub, drying him off and putting ointment on his back before dressing him in his green pajamas. "Come along brother." Loki followed but stopped, looking at the wall. He thought he saw something. He continued walking with Thor.

Loki sat on his bed, Thor gently hugging him. " I love you very much brother. Do not forget that." Loki scowled at the bed. His eyes watery and back aching. "Leave me be brother." Thor kissed his head before leaving. Once Loki was alone he started to cry, small, quiet sobs. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, looking around in fright. "Whose there?" "Shh just me.." Suddenly there was a rather attractive young man sitting next to him on his bed. He swallowed down his tears. "Who are you?" The young man smiled sadly. "A friend. I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm here to help." Loki brightened slightly. "Are you here to save me?" "I'm sorry, I can't." Loki looked down, tears falling. "I understand." The young man put a gentle arm around him. Loki couldn't help but turn and cry into the muscular chest. Gentle arms came around him, for a moment he felt safe but his wounds on his back made him jump and wince. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you." Loki frowned. "It's alright..." suddenly there was the sound of the door knob, Loki look terrified. "Hide. It'll be the death of you if Odin catches you." He felt the young man kiss his head before putting on a necklace, becoming invisible once again. Loki quickly hid under the blankets, shivering from fear.

The door opened, in walked a guard who went to Loki's bedside. A smirk on his face as felt up and down the small body. Loki whimpered as he was turned over, yelping in pain. Then suddenly the man was thrown off him by the young man. Loki watched in amazement as this attractive, strong and sweet young man stood up for him. He was an angel. It was a few moments later that he came back to Loki, the guard running out of the room in fear from something he saw. Loki cried into this angels chest while he was held gently. He heard the angel man speak. "Please, I know it seems like your alone and no one loves you but believe me when I say that you are so loved, by so many people. You may not know them yet but you will someday. Just keeping living and you'll meet them."

Loki frowned. "Do you know them?" "Yes." Loki swallowed. "Can I go with you?" The young man sighed sadly. "No, you cant but I promise, we'll meet again someday and you'll be happy and safe." The young man got up, Loki spoke quickly, sensing he was about to leave. "Wait! What is your name?" The young man smirked weakly. "TJ Stark." He felt a kiss on his head as the angel man disappeared. It was the strangest night of Loki's life and he thought back to it often after Odin' beatings or guards taking advantage of him. You know what? He believed him.

An: this is important, I promise. :) please review!
And sorry if I'm getting them up too quick. I've been free most of my day before work XD