Hey there! This is a remodel of a previous story I started called Listen. This goes into more backstory and is a slight change in the storyline. Hope you enjoy it, and please remember to review and let me know what you think!

SuzukiLi xx

London, England 1576

"Brother, may we go home now."

The taller of two boys turned to give his younger brother a very blue eyed glare and sighed impatiently, silently cursing the idea of bringing the youngling on his journey to Midgard.

"Silence your moaning, little one. We will return to Asgard shortly," the elder snapped, turning away and continuing their journey through the muddy London street. The tall, blonde brother strode quickly, hair knocking his shoulders with each step, whilst the child behind him stumbled through the puddles as he trotted to keep up with his brother, the hem of his ever so slightly long, emerald cape tripping him with each step. When they eventually came to a stop outside of a pub, next to an alley, Loki let out a long, tired sigh. The elder brother turned to the younger.

"I will not be long, you must wait here for me. Loki, promise me you will not leave this spot!"

Loki looked around with wide eyes. The street was dark, the roads covered in filth and an eerie silence hung in the thick mist. He would not have moved from under the street light, even if he had wanted too.

"I promise, Thor."

Thor smiled at his little brother, and patted him on the shoulder, lingering for an extra moment to give Loki a small squeeze. He turned and entered the pub, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving Loki standing out in the cold, dark street. He huddled his cloak around him tighter, the chill of the English weather biting at his shoulders and shaking his bones. His breath billowed out in clouds in front of him and he gazed down at the floor with tired green eyes. He was now beginning to regret pestering Thor to take him on one of his little adventures. A sudden shift in the atmosphere caused Loki's eyes to whip up quickly, wide, glancing around the clearing. Nothing appeared different, but every hair on his body was on end. He wrapped the cloak tighter and glanced to the pub, hoping Thor would reappear in his usual glow of golden light and take the young prince far away from here.

"Awfully cold out for a child," whispered a voice. Loki trembled, feeling the soft brush of lips against the back of his ear. Loki whipped around, his chest heaving in shaking breaths but there was no one there. He paused and looked down, forcing down a sob that swollen the inside of his chest. He felt something wet against his cheek and spun around, again meeting nothing but the still blackness of the night. He started to back away, his heels stumbling against the hem of his cloak, backing and backing until his back hit something. Something soft. Loki let out a very audible gasp as his entire body froze. The soft thing against his back was breathing and... laughing? He felt long, bony fingers slide over his shoulder and felt the slight stab of untrimmed nails against his chest.

"A little small for a Jotun?" the stranger whispered again, this time, Loki feeling breath against his cheek.

"I... I'm Asgardian," Loki corrected, trying to stop his lip from trembling as he heard a snort and low chuckle behind him. He finally whimpered as the points of a forked tongue stabbed his cheek, leaving a small trail of saliva on his skin.

"Do you know who I am? Little Asgadian..."

Loki nodded, eye watery with the threat of tears.

"Astaroth, god of lust. You're a demon. From Niflheim."

"A smart little Asgardian! And pretty... very pretty."

Loki breathed deeply, glancing back to the pub where his brother was, but Astaroth began to slowly turn Loki with those clawed fingers. Loki could no longer see the pub, but instead was staring up into the glowing amber eyes of the rogue demon. Astaroth's smooth mouth split into a wide smile, cracked, pointed yellow teeth shining in the moonlight. The points of his forked tongue protrued from his teeth and he licked the side of Loki's face again, moaning happily at the whimper that left Loki's mouth.

"A shapeshifter! Perfect!" Astaroth exclaimed, pulling back and staring down at the child through the icy white lashes. Loki stared back in terror, his mouth hanging slightly agape, his eyebrows pushed up in anxiety, small white fingers grasping the front of Astaroth's ripped, dusty shirt. Loki had never seen a demon before, at least not a real one. Astaroth was even more terrifying than the tapestries and paintings that hung in the library. His skin was porcelain white and cracked, like broken china. He had long, ragged black and grey hair that hung down to his waist in rat tails and thick black, patchy eyebrows. He had a red scar, that jagged along his left eye down across his face. Loki swallowed nervously, keeping his stare fixed and Astaroth ran a claw down his face. The demon pulled a long, amber dagger from his sleeve and pressed it against Loki's cheek, twisting it into his delicate skin until it popped, a small splash of blood bouncing to his chin. "Turn into a girl."

Loki shook his head quickly, cursing the tear that escaped his eye as he began to back further and further away until his back hit the wall. The forked tongue pricked threateningly against his cheek and clawed grip tightened on his shoulders. Loki let out a small moan of defeat as his boyish features reluctantly softened into the roundness of a girl. The demon let out a low rumble in his throat and dug one set of clawed fingers into Loki's waist, the other into one of Loki's thighs, lifting until Loki's legs were off the floor and wrapped around his waist.

"Please don't..." Loki whispered, tears streaming his cheeks as the demon ground against Loki's hips, flicking his forked tongue down Loki's face and neck. Astaroth covered Loki's mouth with one hand and sliced away his clothing with amber dagger.

Loki could only keep from screaming behind the sweaty palm of his tormentors hand, wishing that Thor would come for him as he was raped in the dark Alley of the London street, alone.