Prologue

Trigger Warning: Be advised this Fanfic will contain elements of Blood and Torture! Read at your own risk!

Loki was sitting defeated in an Asgardian cell. After his Crusade to Midgard controlled by the Mad Titan, Thanos, Odin had sentenced him to life in the dungeons. Even though Guards came in every day to feed him, Loki was thin and pale-faced, his skin almost iridescent. He had been given a simple short-sleeved brown shirt and black leggings which helped in no case hiding how thin he had become during The Battle of New York. It had only been two days since then and Loki looked as if he hadn't eaten during the whole attack. He had dark bags under his eyes telling that he had been barely sleeping. The guards walked in for the day and unceremoniously tossed a chicken drum on the floor in front of Loki. Loki had looked at it tentatively as if it was poisoned. While under the Titan's control he had only got food every 3 weeks or so. Just enough to keep him alive. Loki supposed the reason was because the weaker he was, the easier to control. Still looking at the chicken Loki picked it up. As he did so his arm wobbled badly, supposedly injured. Luckily the guards had gone so they had not seen this moment of weakness. Loki took a nibble of the chicken. It tasted bland but it was better than Loki had had in months. For the past two days, he had denied the food as he was sure he would be poisoned (As the Titan had done this to mess with him one time) but had finally given in due to hunger. He took another nibble but even this had made his stomach churn as it was not used to processing food. Loki dared another nibble this time a bit bigger than the previous one. He decided he should probably stop eating as he was starting to feel ill now. He sat the chicken down and slumped into the corner he was in. He knew rest would be inevitable but he tried to postpone it as much as he could as he didn't want to let his guard down to the nightmares. Though as much as he tried to avoid it Loki's eyes slowly closed.