Okay. Another bad idea but here we go. This is the beginning of my oneshot One More Light. As in where the story begins. I'm going to try to make myself finish this, as I've never actually finished one of my fics before (funny as how I'm trying to write a book/graphic novel, but writting stories will help me with that). Updates are most likely going to be slow, I am in college, trying to get a job and am also trying to focus on my artwork, so all I can do is work on this when I can afford to spare the time (I'm going to shoot for 5 hours a week and take it down to 2 when I manage to land a job). We'll see how this goes. Anyway, feedback is appreciated, I hope you guys are okay with eventual homosexuality, cause its heading there. Also, slightly younger Tony and 17ish Loki (cause thats all I can see him as, a misunderstood teenager). Enjoy the prologue! Its pretty brutal, to be honest. The next few chapters are going to be brutal. Well, more like 90% of the story... Nothing M rated though if that helps (for the most part).

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Prologue: Before the Beginning

Loki.

Such a simple name, but everything that it meant and what made it up caused its bearer to live through absolute Hel. Smaller, weaker, sicker, than all the other children. He was bullied, suffered broken bones at the expense of other children, and the guards often had their ways with him. He had known no one would ever believe him, and he feared to tell his mother, as he did not want her being seen as a fool for believing him.

Oh how he loves his mother. He would trail her lavish skirts as often as she would allow, which was when she wasn't tending to her duties as the Queen of Asgard. It was many an afternoon that they would share tea and sweets and she would teach him her magic. After awhile the Allfather would have none of it, saying Loki should be out with his brother training, not practicing a woman's art with his mother, he should be acting like a prince. And from there his downward spiral quickened, and he was outcasted farther. He could not understand why everyone treated him so differently.

Argr, they call him, even when he was young. What did it matter if he didn't eat much meat? Animals are living breathing beings just as much as the Aesir are. Or maybe it was because he did not share the typical golden hair and bright sky colored eyes of the Aesir. He had fed into his mother telling him that she had had a grandfather of such a complection as his, she is a Valkyrie, a woman from Vanaheim after all. Loki figured he just favored his great grandfather from Vanaheim. It seemed simple, despite his brother's glowing hair, eyes and complection.

The older he got the worse it seemed to get for him. Thor's friends often bullied him behind his brother's back, but he resolved to put up with it if it meant he could spend time with his brother, as his mother was off limits to him most of the time. And if he could spend time with his brother, it meant he was safe from the guards, even if only for the time being.

It was Valhalla for him to be able to accompany his brother on various hunting expeditions and into battles. He saved everyone's necks more times than he could possible count with his tricks (and it would have turned out differently if he didn't know them. Shocker, brute strength can't get you through everything.) and it didn't escape him that they always seemed less than greatful, but he continued to do so anyway without complaint.

Then came a man from Nifleheim. Loki was barely at the cusp of adulthood and half the size he should have been. Thor was twice his size, and seen as a complete adult. It was no surprise when Loki had had no say at the rediculous deal that Asgard made for its fortification. He could see the bogus deal a mile away, yet Thor had insisted they take it, feeling the man could not complete the wall around Asgard in a two season time frame. No way would the man be able to have Freya, the sun and the moon. Loki on the other hand, knew that someone would not make such a huge bargain without being able to deliver.

He had turned out to be correct, and at the meeting the council and Allfather had called, an outrage had broken out. Asgard would in no way have to give up their sun, moon, or their most prized goddess. As he sat quietly in the chaos across from his brother at Odin's left side, a snide comment had been screamed, and the next thing he knew he was being threatened with death as Thor's hackles rose in his defence. Thor had called for Frigga, but that could not curb Odin's decision. Loki was to sabotage the builder and prevent him from winning this gamble, and he was to start today.

Frigga had held him tight, and Thor had held them both even tighter.

Just hours later, Thor escorted him to Asgard's gate, and assured him that he would not move from his spot until Loki came back. With a steady warmth in his heart from his brother's promise and a sick feeling hard as a rock in his belly he shifted into the only thing he could think of that would get the builder's horse's attention, a mare in heat.

With a strange feeling under his new tail, he proceeded to taunt the huge black stallion until the horse lost control, lust clouding sepia eyes, and freed himself of his handler, his harness still attached to his big black body.

Loki ran.

He ran so hard and fast that he thought his legs would give out as he galloped through the forests surrounding Asgard. His legs burned as he forced himself farther and farther up the mountain and down through a valley then up another mountain again.

He was faster than the big black stallion, thankfully, but not by much. His leathe body could turn and accelerate faster than the stallion's, that being the only thing keeping him from being caught. His sides heave as adrenaline keeps him going, fear pulsing at the heavy thunderous hoof falls of the massive draft horse at his heels.

Finally after sixteen hours of running, he comes to a dead stop, cliff walls block him in on three sides, and the horse behind him is fast approaching. As he heaves and wheezes, legs trembling dangerously, he can't find the strength to change back fast enough. Panick shoots through him as a heavy weight decends on his back, and he is finally at the mercy of the animal that is twice his size. Before he even knows whats happening, the massive animal has finished his dirty work, and Loki's legs collapse.

With a familiar feeling of dread in his belly, he lays there as his body aches and his breaths tremble. He can only hope that that wretched animal doesn't make it back to Asgard in time. At this moment he doesn't care what Odin does to him, he just wants his mother.

He lays there far into the next morning, finally being able to pick his weakened body up. It takes him four days to find Asgard again, and he feels sickly sweet at seeing the man gone and the wall still unfinished. He fears Thor has abandoned him, and relief pools in his belly when he sees his tower of a brother still right where he promised he'd be, a container of water and a fire pit within his close proximity.

Loki can not make himself perk up, his head still hangs low and his gate is shaky as his brother sprints to him. All Loki can do is shove his long black face into Thor's strong chest, and Thor hugs him as best he can. Frigga manages to help him turn back to his correct shape, and all he can do is collapse, bare bodied, into her arms and cry as Thor cloaks him in a green blanket.

Eleven months later, Loki, still just a boy, births an eight legged foal in secrecy with the help of his mother and brother. It is through the pain of labor that a seed of hate is planted for the Allfather in Loki's heart. Odin forced him to fix a mistake that he had made, and Loki is paying for it. Loki would find that that would not be the first or last time.

After Sleipnir's birth, Thor and Loki began to drift apart, to Loki's horror.

Battle was where his brother was, so that was where Loki would attempt to shine to once again capture his brother's attention. His battle strategies almost never failed, they surpassed even those of Tyr.

And that was how Fenrir, Jormungandr and Hela came to be. He was forced to go behind enemy lines when push came to shove, having to destroy the invading Jotuns from the inside out. Angrboða was the Jotun's name. She was a sorceress, and the Jotun's general. To gain her favor, Loki, desguised as a Jotun, bore her triplets. During Loki's labor, Thor was able to smash his way through enemy lines with the Jotun army disorganized from Angrboða's absence, and kill her, winning the war. Odin turned Loki's children to monsters not long after they returned home, and cast them out. He called what Loki had done disgraceful, despite Loki being the key factor to their victory. He tried to forbid Loki from seeing them, yet Loki managed to find out where they were from Thor.

When he cast his eyes upon Fenrir, his middle son, his hate for Odin filled his chest and was fit to burst. Odin had lodged a sword into his son's mouth, the small wolf crying from the pain. Loki managed to remove the sword and heal his son's mouth, though the little black wolf was bound to the cave he inhabited with unbreakable thread.

How dare Odin do this to his own grandchildren?

He continued to visit his children, they being the only light in his quickly darkening world.

It wasnt long after Sif ran through the palace early one morning, screaming. Her golden hair had been chopped off, and she was convinced it was Loki's doing. Loki was wrongfully charged with the crime. Despite his protests and arguments, he was still forced to find a way to right what was wronged. He traveled to Svartalfheim, the world of the Dwarves. He bargained with them, his silver tongue his weapon of choice despite knowing he could not fulfill his promises.

He presented the new hair to Sif in front of the entire Asgardian council, all of them awed at the beautiful hair the color of pure gold. Sif was floored, angry that Loki would not be punished for what had been done to her, simply because of his silver tongue.

When the Dwarves did not recieve their payment, they came calling, a special case in hand that Asgard had only ever seen once before in the time of the previous Allfather, and Sif's hair turned to brown.

The Dwarves wished to sew the Liesmith's mouth shut as payment, the only ones that would be able to cut the enchanted wire would be the Dwarf that did the sewing and the Allfather.

With the entire court present, Thor was to hold his younger brother down as the Dwarf sewed his mouth shut. The court was quiet as Loki's pain filled cries echoed in the large room. They all seemed to forget he was still but a child at the time.

Like that he stayed for two years until he officially became a man in Asgard's standards, the human equivalent of ten.

Thor's coronation was when Loki hit rock bottom. It ended with him dangling from the bifrost from his brother's hand, and eventually letting go.

Down and down he fell into the void of Yggdrasil, into nothingness and drowning silence.

He was losing his mind, not knowing who he was anymore, or why he was there. All he knew was that he wouldnt stop falling.

Then his body smacked into hard, dark earth, crushing almost every bone in his body. It was a dark dreary place not unlike Hel, but completely different. The creatures that found him were unlike any that he had ever seen before, and he soon found that all the myths about the Mad Titan were more than a reality.

Thanos soon figured out just who Loki was, and would not let the opportunity that was staring him in the face pass him by.

Loki found himself locked in a filthy cell, given no food or water, and tortured and raped on a daily basis. He refused to give in to Thanos's requests, and did not make a sound during the Chitauri's torture. Finally, after two years, he couldnt take it anymore. He was suicidal, extreamely so, but he could see no way as to fulfill the deed he wished to do.

He conducted a plan, the main focus suicide by Odin, or suicide by Thor's Midgard warriors, which ever came first. Using his silver tongue, Loki talked his way through every calculated step toward "conquering" Midgard. He fed The Other lies about how easy it would be, and focused the Chitauri's interests not on the people inhabiting Midgard, but the machinery.

When he landed on Midgard, he could finally see freedom. The relief he fealt was unmatched.

He blew everything. Purposely.

He had to make it look convincing, but he knew many of his smaller, unplanned actions were the result of mind control. When the big green beast smashed him into the concrete, his head cleared. The Mind Stone was far enough away and the connection ultimately broken. He was free, at least for the time being. Until Thanos came knocking for the rest of the Infinity Stones.

Oh how Loki wished Ragnarok was upon them already.

He was overjoyed to see his brother once again, but he did not garner the same reaction. Off to Asgard they went, and instead of Odin being merciful and killing Loki, like Loki had planned he would, Odin sentenced him to the dungeons for the rest of his life. To be tortured daily, given only a minimal amount of water, and raped, nothing new for the faux prince. Starvation won't kill a Jotun or Aesir, but they feel the hunger pains, their bodies deteriorate to skin and bone, and they become sickly.

If only his mother knew what was truly being done to him.

And on top of the starvation, Loki is being flogged and beaten daily. There is such a thing for a Jotun as being beat to death.

Maybe now Loki will recieve what he has wanted for so long, and he will finally get to be with his precious daughter.