Avengers' Adventures

Loki's Memories

(Sorry I've got angsty Loki stories written and haven't uploaded them... oops)

 Loki grunted as he was carelessy thrown into the magic cage, the chains binding his wrists chaffing his pale skin even more than before. He lifted his gaze to the three men standing outside the barrier, and glared at his brother. "He is to remain here for the rest of his days. His magic is blocked by the walls of the cage, and, he cannot escape," Thor said coldly, his eyes locking with Loki's. "Unless accompanied by another."

 The guards exchanged a look, and nodded with understanding. "If you would be willing, I'd like a moment alone with my brother." Thor said, more of a demand than a request. The guards were quick to oblige, and as soon as they had left the room, Thor stepped into the box, and knelt down to remove Loki's shackles. He averted the smaller God's gaze as he removed the mouth piece, and stood. He quickly turned, and exited. Loki was left to himself, rubing his sensitive wrists, Thor paused for a moment, and turned. He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it, and stormed out of the room.

 Loki sighed, and layed back. His mind wandered to past thoughts, faded childhood memories. The days he and Thor had spent playing tricks on the servants (all of Loki's doing of course), playing warrior, and of course, spending time curled up to their father. He rembered the way his father's beard had tickled their faces, the way his strong arms held them tight as they fell asleep under the night sky. He remembers how Odin defended them when their mother scolded them for playing such nasty tricks. "He's just like his father." Odin laughed, and Loki would smile and believe that Odin was talking about him. Loki shot up, shaking the memories from his head. He looked at his reflection in the transparent walls of the cage, and glared. He hated the monster he had become.

 He stood, and walked over to his reflection. He raised a fist, and smashed it into his reflection. He beat it over and over, but the wall wouldn't break, the monster within him wouldn't go away. He beat the wall until his knuckles bled. He stopped, looking at the dark blood dripping down his pale flesh. He looked once again, and smiled at the reflection of himself covered in crimson. His smile fades, as the blood begins to drip down, and he is revealed once more. He dropped backwards, onto the stone floor, holding his face in his hands, sobbing. "Father, forgive me." he whispers, and he feels the final parts of his mind shatter.