A Changed Man (A Loki fan fiction)

Words that will never know sound... (2)

Loki's POV:

"You've come a long way.... Asgardian....." 

"Tired of warmth and comfort.... and joy?"

I heard a whiplash and found myself lying the snow.... "What do you want from me!?" I asked.. trying not to lose it. I had to be alert and very very calm... 

What if Danielle and Thor were captured too!?

"King Laufey would be pleased, no?" one of the men asked the others. 

"He'd want me alive, snake..." I struggled to spit out. That got me a punch on the face. 

"Oh, how can you say?"

"To know him is to know he would never let go of an oppurtunity to torture me first, very slowly." 

I felt strong hands grab my collar and drag me across the snow... I wanted to say I could walk, but I really couldnt... for a hour and half i was trapped between these miserable mongrels, whipping me, kicking me and punching me.

"The Son of Laufey doesnt put up a fight, does he!?"

"I fought well enough and defeated your realm not many weeks ago...!" I reminded them, as they continued dragging me. 

And then one of them hit me on the head. 

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Ah, back to the glass cage. 

Not hard to see where they made the repairs. The Giants werent exactly skilled in these matters. But it still was strong. And unbreachable. 

I sat in the corner, where they threw me... bleeding quite badly. My powers were useless, magic doesnt work in these chambers. I tore the bottom of my cape and started to tie pieces of cloth around the wounds as tightly as i could pull between my teeth and my free hand. As i was working on that, an annoying tapping sound echoed the chamber. 

"Prince of Asgard, eh..?" I finally heard. "BAH!"

"Laufey..." 

"Look at you..." King Laufey appeared. "You werent much to start with, dear Son, to be perfectly honest."

"Did Danielle and Thor come?"

"I wonder if they know you are here...." He walked to me and knelt. "I wonder if they care."

"Mock me if you must, only tell me where they are!"

"Oh mock you I shall..!" he laughed. "Born a Laufeyson, cast away because..." he shook his head slightly ".....you were such a disappointing baby..... Stolen only to be overshadowed by someone greater..." he held my face tight, and my blood froze in his grip. "And still running behind his rebel of a wife, crying to be included and understood.. STILL." he let go and stood up. "Little Loki, never asked to play or go for hunts. "Poor little Loki who stayed alone in his big gold room. Little Loki that nobody liked." he laughed. "I'd torture you, but you're already miserable. And after all, my son."  he kicked my leg, where a spear had once been. "They hurt you, did they, son? Did they whip you and kick you and treat you like a stray, Little Loki? Ill have their heads after i give them a feast for bringing you here" he grinned and left. 

I continued to tend to my wounds, but his words painfully stuck. Every tiny, insignificant detail... of my childhood. Stuck. 

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