Unworthy

Chapter 3.4

He remained quiet for a moment, allowing his sudden request to sink in. Did he just say Earth? As in the mortal world his brute brother had become so fond of. Why would he ever in a millennium think about going there? He refused the task he'd been given. After all he was not one to run errands unless I'd be for his own benefit or that of Asgard. This could only bring an adverse effect and cause unwanted trouble.

The others face seemed to morph into that of rage. His features tightened and vessels in his eyes seemed to pop at Loki's refusal. He lurched towards him and grabbed his shirt, hoisting him in the air so he could meet his face. He glared into his unexpected eyes as he dangled from his grasp. It was a surprise to him how short his fuse was. Which he probably shouldn't agitate him too much considering that lovely mural on the wall.

"You will do as I ask. Or I'll have to persuade you to. I'll warn you it's a lot easier to obey over your own free will." His words made it seem like a promise. He probably had the ability to back it up too. At this point he didn't even care. He left everything behind. The life he knew for his entire existence was gone. He didn't belong anywhere anymore and he sure as hell wasn't about to become someone else's slave. He would rather die than do someone else's bidding.

Loki spit in his colossal purple face which seemed to shock him even more than his initial refusal. He was encompassed in absolute rage. The hand down at his side balled into a fist that itself seemed capable of crushing skulls. He thrust it into Loki's abdomen; a loud crunch resonated throughout the tiny room, light whimpers followed soon after. Then blood. He assailant smiled at his handy work and let the prince fall to the ground in a heap. He gripped his ribs best he could, considering he was faced down on the floor.

"I have an idea. Why don't you sit on it for a little while. Or better yet lay on it. Perhaps you'll come to your senses." With that he left the room, allowing the door to slam shut and lock once more. The lights flickered for a moment before dimming even darker. He was once again in solitude but this time in cringing pain.

He cursed under his breath before rolling to his side, sending a jolt of pain through his chest. That one hit, that one insignificant little punch broke 4 of his ribs. He groaned as he felt the misshapen lower half of his chest. It burned. All he could do was wait for the feeling to pass long enough so he could be able to set them back into place. The last thing he needed was crooked ribs, but it really didn't matter. Nothing did anymore. He knew the type of people he'd been captured by, merciless and cruel. This was only the beginning of the end and he knew it.

No matter what he would never go against his ideals. How he'd been raised. In a way he didn't quite understand why he still believed in what he did. The Asgardian way when he was never even Asgardian. Either way he was no slave. He would likely meet his end on the ship at the hand of some purple freak but that was ok. At least on the bright side Thor thought him dead so he wouldn't be looking for him. After all he wouldn't want to be a burden on anyone else.

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