Mischievous Kuroshitsuji

Muzzled, bound, no trial. Only punishment.

Loki was stuck here in a cage. Ready to meet his end. Odin gave the agreement to end him and Loki was dragged back to his cell. But he heard Thor yell at his father for how unfair this was. The man was still sentimental?

'So this is the ending of the great king...?' He thought to himself. His eyes saddened. Death. Death of a immortal god. He remembered that moment when Thor was in the cage. The mortals think us immortal. Shall we test that?

Were they? No. They can die. Centuries old and Loki was going to die. From what? Thor? Odin? All the gods having their go and torturing him.

He now was saddened and scared more then he ever had been in the abyss. Even with the Chitauri truce with them or not. They had threatened him and him being an Asgardian. They could torture him more than ever before. Loki knew enough pain. He was sure the Chitauri are dead already thanks to the strange mortal Tony Stark that managed to not fall under the spell of his scepter.

'He offered me a drink to.. like I was a friend..' He thought. He smiles sadly. He wonder what would've happened if he accepted the drink before the war. But where was Loki now? In a cell. Awaiting death that may be slow and painful.

But he wanted to be king. Longed for it. How he wanted to rule over something. He wanted to rule the humans. They needed to be free from freedom. He was bound. No magic to use. The bounds kept him magicless. Was that even a word? He shook his head. He wanted to be a ruler and rule the mortals. But mostly to get out of this place. Out of his fate and death.

"You wish to escape. What would you give to be able to escape from here?"

The voice. A voice talked to the god. He looked around. No one was here. He was alone. Was he going mad?

"Do you wish to get out of here? What would you give?"

What would Loki give? Anything. Anything! The god was willing to give up anything. He was muzzled and couldn't say. Couldn't lie. 'Anything!' His mind screamed. It was like the voice heard it though.

"Would you give up your soul for freedom and your will to rule and gain revenge?"

Gods did have souls? He believed they were just great beings. Wait. Revenge? Yes. The Trickster also thirsted for that. He wanted Odin dead and gone and his brother Thor. What was a soul anyway? A weak little thing that Loki could do without. That was what a soul was to the God of Mischief.

He nodded and the voice seemed to have a smile in it.

"We need to make a contract. Are you willing to do this? If so. Heaven's gates will be lost to you forever."

Heaven? Loki wanted to laugh. Valhalla would never be open to him anyway. No one would want him there anyway. He nods his head. 'I am willing... just do it. Free me.' His mind spoke and once again the voice heard it.

"You must be marked. So you may never escape and be bound to me until the day I swallow your soul. Where shall I make you?"

Marked? Loki wanted to laugh again. Being marked like prey so the hunters could find him wherever he went or hid. It was like the Chitauri again. But at least this voice wasn't as threatening. Maybe it was just Loki going insane.

'Just anywhere where none can see.'

"Very well.. freedom is yours. For now at least."

A clawed arm reached from the shadows that had formed around him and grabbed his neck. It was painful and Loki felt like he was choking. Trying to breathe until he only saw blurs shadows and darkness.

When he woke up he was in a mansion that was his own. Almost like home but in Midgard and there sitting on the bed (he was in a bed?) was a man with black hair and red-brown eyes. "So you are awake master?"

Master? Loki had no chains, nor a muzzle to silence him like he was a bad dog about to be beaten to death for doing something bad. He smirks. "It is like only now do I feel like I fully awakened.. free from trials. I would love to see the look on my stupid half-brother's face when he discovers I have escaped. The great Loki escaping..."

A small laugh came from the man. Loki noticed he looked like a butler. Loki's own cloths were the same Asgardian cloths he had worn. He will always be of Asgard after all. Not of Jotunheim. "Now. Let us change the world, shall we... hmm what may your name be? I cannot name you. I am not great at naming things."

The demon butler knew that Loki knew he was the one that saved him. And already he knew that Loki would try his best to trick his way out of the contract. The demon looks at the mark that was hidden by the Asgardian's dark hair. "My last master had called me Sebastian. Does that help, master?"

"Hmm. Last master. Well I shall call you Sebastian. I am Loki of Asgard and I will make the world kneel before me..."