A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

A god's Shame

—-Agatha—-

Based upon his pain filled reaction Loki has clearly never come face to face with magic as dark as what I'm currently wielding. Once I've pried open his mind his whole life is spread out before me. To be honest most of it is depressing and a small but potent portion of it is filled with trauma luckily for him I'm not here to break him in that way I'm here to humiliate him.

Nevertheless from the mere memories of his torture I can feel the fear radiating off of him. A side effect of his punishment will be having to deal with some of this trauma he's buried deep down inside. Though that wasn't my intention I don't really care about this unplanned consequence of my poking around his mind, if Loki didn't want to suffer Mephisto's wrath he shouldn't've pulled such a disrespectful stunt.

I find the perfect way to humiliate him as I come across a very particular memory and he starts to futility fight my grip on his mind. I mock his weak attempt to overpower me.

"What you don't want me looking at this? Now that just makes me even more curious hon."

He becomes even more desperate as I force my way past.

"Let's see what you're hiding."

A memory manifests itself and I watch as he fights blue giants alongside his brother. I'm beginning to wonder how the fight I'm watching could be relevant when it's suddenly made clear to me why, a giant grabs the raven haired prince's arm. Rather than the touch giving him nasty frostbite like it did his friends Loki's skin shifts to the same color blue as the giant's at the contact.

They both exchange a look of bewilderment before Loki disposes of the giant. The scene then shifts skipping ahead to a memory that's been entangled with this one. Loki's standing with his back turned away from Odin he's holding a relic that's obviously magic in some way. I look through his memories for context learning the relic is called the Casket of Ancient Winters and is from Jotunheim. The Jotuns are the blue giants Loki and his brother had been fighting before and are hated and feared by Asgardians. Odin yells to his youngest son.

"Stop!"

Loki's voice shakes slightly.

"Am I cursed?"

"No."

"What am I?"

Though Odin can't yet see it Loki's skin has shifted once again to the blue color from before.

"You're my son."

Loki turns around revealing his shifted skin tone to Odin.

"What more than that? ...The casket wasn't the only thing you took from Jotunheim that night was it?"

Odin explains how he found Loki as a baby alone in a temple on Jotunheim and decided to take him to raise himself. He reveals the fact that Loki's real father is Laufey the king of the Frost Giants and Loki looks incredibly dejected.

"Laufey's son?"

Odin looks almost ashamed as he responds with only a single word.

"Yes."

I can hear all the confused, angry, and scared emotions that ran through the prince's head at this revelation. I then watch Loki's panic as his whole sense of identity crumbles in front of him. He asks his adoptive father why he's done this and after Odin gives him a disingenuous answer he gets angry demanding a truthful answer to his question.

"TELL ME!!!"

Odin stops his bullshit at Loki's outburst finally giving him a halfway decent honest answer explaining that he thought he could use Loki as a means to unite Jotunheim and Asgard peacefully one day. Loki just seems more upset by this.

"So I'm no more than just another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me."

"Why do you twist my words?"

But Loki wasn't really twisting Odin's words only stating them more plainly. Loki was taken with the intention of being used as a political tool. Loki questions his adoptive father asking why he wasn't told what he was from the beginning. Odin's answer only solidifies Loki's growing feelings of shame over his Jotun orgin. Tragic as Odin's initial intentions in taking Loki may have been Loki's emotions radiate more shame than sadness at this entire revelation.

"'Cause I-I'm the monster parents tell their children about at night?"

Loki's reaction then shifts to anger but I don't really need to see any more I have all I need.  I stop the memory here.

"Ding ding ding. We have a winner!"

His worst fear is others seeing him for what he really is a Jotun, a Frost Giant, a monster. I quickly set to work on the transformation. I can tell he knows what I'm trying to do as I try to bypass Odin's spell. At this point though all his sass has left him. He doesn't say a peep as I try various spells looking at me in what could only be described as terror.

The emotion is so different from any way I've seen the god of Mischief on television or in photographs and I must admit tears and terror look incredibly attractive on him, somehow perfectly complementing his unconventionally attractive features. I have half a mind to take advantage of this opportunity but alas I'm not meant to do anything intentionally traumatizing to him I'm just supposed to humiliate him.

Eventually I have an epiphany I smirk and lean closer wanting to see how far I can push the fear in his features before I have to leave him to be found by his friends. I start performing my spell.

"...reformatum figura monstrum naturale."

His appearance immediately begins to shift but the features I found so attractive don't change I smile at him sinisterly as I grab a fistful of his hair making him look up at me I'm startled seeing his blood red eyes in person.

"Intriguing... Now, we have to keep you from simply undoing all my work... don't worry, I won't do anything permanent just not anything you could reverse by yourself...  let's see... hoc est magicae."

He won't feel the effects of his magic being stripped now because he's stuck in the chamber with my runes but he'll sure as Hell feel it later it's one of the worst feelings a magic user can have. I shrug off feeling even remotely bad for him, It's his own doing.

I leave him with his ankle connected to a chain enchanted to counteract his naturally heightened strength, ensuring he won't leave this place without the help of his Avenger friends. I wave to him before closing the door behind me. Even though I think he's too caught up in the memories I just drug up from the depths of his mind to actually pay attention to what I'm saying I bid the raven haired prince goodbye.

"Tootles! It's been swell, we should do this again sometime!"