Hellfire

Burn

NOTES:

And here it is, the dark and horrible fic no one asked for :D

Again, please mind the warnings! This fic contains rape and torture so please don't read if this is a trigger for you!

That being said, please enjoy this one chapter!

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Loki stood tall as he gazed upon the golden throne. He held his head high, his hands motionlessly in front of him as they were bound in cold iron. The fabrics of dark blue and grey wrapped around his body formed a simple, almost peasant-like Asgardian outfit. His emerald eyes reflecting calmness, hiding the feeling of dread that stirred in his core.

It had been three months since he last walked these halls and laid eyes upon the throne. He was weary of the new King's reign, of his pride and arrogance, so the raven had decided to flee from the Asgardian palace and seek refugee among its people.

The new King of Asgard, Thor Odinson.

As Odin and Frigga had come to pass, their spirits resting in the eternity of Valhalla, Thor had taken his place upon Hlidskjalf. It was his birthright, after all.

Thor's reign was inaugurated with a great feast that had lasted for two whole weeks. Asgardians would drink, eat, dance and cheer in merriment, all to celebrate a new heir, a new dawn. Drunk with power, with might, Thor quickly turned Asgard into a Realm of chaos, starting wars whenever he saw fit.

Not being able to see his brother turn their home into ruins, Loki had tried to reason with the Thunderer. He had tried to talk some sense into him, tried to make him stop and see the errors of his ways, but it all fell on deaf ears.

Loki had tried so many, many times and although his words did not come through, there was something else about him that had caught his brother's attention.

"Every good King needs a wise and beautiful Queen at his side. You, my dearest brother, would suffice perfectly."

The raven shivered as he heard Thor's words echo in his mind, feeling the ghost of his breath in the nape of his neck, even now. The god of thunder had changed from that moment on, and even though Loki thought it was not possible, the god's personality became even worse. Thor wanted Loki at his side at all times. He became easily jealous, obsessive even, imprisoning or executing those he deemed a threat to their relationship.

Friends, councilmen and even the palace staff had started to avoid the trickster, all in fear of Thor's sickening jealousy. In the end, no one would even dare to come close to the raven, making Thor the only one he could turn to in his isolation.

Loki managed to live with Thor's selfish and obsessive behavior. He endured the way his brother would wrap a greedy arm around his waist, how he would shout at him if he was out of his sight for more than an hour. He even suffered through all the times his brother would raise his hand, beating him into submissiveness as Loki tried to deny what Thor wanted or even disagree on his choices or opinions.

There was one thing, however, that the trickster simply could not bear. It happened during a chilly spring night, three months ago. The raven was called into the King's chambers and beckoned to sleep in the same bed as his brother. Loki, not daring to defy his brother any longer, his body bruised and cut, reluctantly stepped into the bed and quickly covered himself in the soft sheets.

"Let me look at your face, my fair brother, for I want to see it as I make you moan my name."

Thor had commanded his younger brother to undress and spread his legs, but the trickster refused.