Hellfire

Nevermore

Notes:

Hi everyone!

So, before we are getting started I would like to warn you, for the following subjects will appear in this chapter: Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts and Suicide Attempt.

Please don't read if you don't feel comfortable with this! 

ps. I had to come up with my own story for the deaths of Odin and Frigga since this fic does not exactly follow the MCU timeline... so please keep that in mind :)

His breathing was shallow, chest barely moving.

His pulse weak, a dull buzz in his ears.

He wondered how long he had been screaming before his vocal cords gave in, damaged and raw. He wondered how long he had been locked away, all sense of time lost in his solitude.

Loki opened his one eye and stared at the reflection in the tarnished gold. A creature slumped between cold bars stared back at him.

It looked enervated, a mere shadow of its former self. Its skin without pigment, pale and sickly in dim lighting. It looked so wary, its eye circled in black.

An eye, once bright green and vibrant like an emerald, now dull and tainted red like a ruby.

Loki blinked, forcing himself to accept the image as his own. He looked at his fingers, unmoving and still intertwined with the bars as even the slightest twitch caused him to whimper in pain.

He tilted his head, wondering if his mind was already starting to go as he saw his fingertips turn a deep shade of blue.

A tear slowly streamed down his face as he felt his Seiðr being drained from spine and marrow, leaving him exhausted and aching. He stared in silent bewilderment as a thin layer of ice slowly formed on the golden bars underneath his fingertips.

A simple breath felt like an eternity past so maybe Autumn had already gave way to Winter. He wondered why he was not shivering, why the cold would not touch him.

And then he remembered, like a blade stabbing him straight through his head he is reminded of the horror that he truly is. The monster parents tell their children about at night, a beast who soullessly wonders through isolated plains. A Jötunn runt, spared from death, yet now forced to exist in purgatory.

Maybe he deserved this fate. Maybe this is the price he has to pay for sending his parents straight into the ice-cold claws of Death.

The trickster closed his eye, remembering all too well the day he saw his parents slaughtered.

He was called into the living of the east wing, his parents awaiting his arrival. The raven instantly grew nervous as Frigga had beckoned him to sit across from the Allfather, Odin's expression stoic as Loki quietly sat down.

"There is something we must tell you."

Odin had started the conversation, Frigga loyally sitting at his side, holding her husband's hand.

"You are our son, Loki, and we your family. You must know that."

Not even his mother's sweetened words of love could prevent Loki's world from collapsing. He was told he was a monster, a freak of nature, a beast of a different Realm.

He was told he was a Jötunn.

Found abandoned, left to die for he was too small for a giant's offspring. He was Laufey's son.