Loki's Family: Avengers + Loki (Abandoned)

Dungeons

  Loki POV
I was taken to the dungeons the place where I would be spending the next six months of my life. I did not have bright expectations but what I found under the castle was disgusting. There were many cells most dark but some lit by a single candle. The whole place smelt like blood and death. Towards the back was a special cell designed to keep my magic from working.

Saying special was an overstatement it looked like a room of glass but on the inside there was only a set of manacles and a crude toilet. One of my guards unlocked the door while the other threw me in. Before I even had the chance to stand up the barrier had reappeared.

Sadly I looked around thinking of all that had happened today: I was Disowned by Odin, Revoked by Thor, and separated from my children leaving them on there own. What more could go wrong? With that thought I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a rough hand shaking my shoulder. The guard who awoke me was a tall burly man. "Wake up Jotun don't think you are just gonna sleep your time here away no we are gonna have some fun" he says with a malicious glint in his eyes. With that I felt a fist connect with my gut and knew this was going to be a long six months.

Following scene contains torture

I had been in these dungeons for months and I felt horrible there wasn't a day that went by that I did not sustain new injuries from my torturous guards. They would whip me, punch me, burn me, and much more making my life a nightmare.

"No please stop" I begged as the guard stepped towards me carrying a lit torch.
The guards had learned by accident my hatred of fire and had been using it against me since. "Silence jotun" he yelled still advancing. Finally he reached me and could feel the heat on my arms. Then I let out a scream as the torch touched my arm burning it. He then grabbed a whip off of his belt, it was leather with metal spikes attached. With the first hit I felt only pain as a scream left my throat. Again and again I felt it against my skin until I finally lost consciousness and slipped into a dark painless void.

During these months the only things keeping me alive were the thoughts of my children. First and oldest at 19 there was my son Jormungandr or Jor god of snakes and a master shapeshifter. Next was my son Sleipnir aged 16 god of horses and a shapeshifter like his brother. Then there was my daughter aged 13 Hela goddess of death and a master at magic. Next there were the twins Vali and Narfi aged 10 lively boys gods of ice and snow. Finally was the youngest Fenrir a sweet and smart god of wolves aged 8. These 6 children were my world and I would do anything for them.

For all this time my life has been torturous. However now I was anxious I had overheard that today was the six month mark of my sentence. This meant I would be receiving the final verdict of my life. Would I die or live or simply be subject to eternal torture.