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It was almost instantaneous, upon their return to Asgard, after everything how quickly the guards swarmed. When the Bifrost was destroyed only Odin was capable of sending anyone to another realm without assistance of the Tesseract or such like. This meant that Odin despite all his power could only send his son Thor to stop Loki’s plans. Any attempts to send anyone else would result in further drain upon his power and would most likely send him into the Odinsleep, and with most of their guards on earth and the all father in the Odinsleep, Asgard would be defenceless. It was easier for them simply sending and relying on Thor.

Loki had already been restrained and muzzled, his magic no longer to his aid either. Relinquishing his hold of the Tesseracts case his arms were grabbed and he was whisked away to a prison were we would live out the rest of his days.

Striped of his clothes, powers, and title Loki only had his name left. Chained to a wall like a common animal, strung from his wrists to keep him under control encase he ever lashed out at anyone. The chains themselves crafted to hold even the strongest of Frost Giants, which of course would be best to use rather than chains built the house Asgardian prisoners.

It wasn’t so much the chains that Loki hated; it was what they did to his body. They had a similar reaction upon him much like the Tesseract when he used it; it returned his skin to its natural icy blue state. Seeing himself in this state only drove Loki further to the point of madness and depression, the only reason he’d fight the bonds most days was to stop seeing himself like that, to catch his reflection in water or the shining armour of a guard and see a pair of crimson eyes staring back at him. Seeing that drove him to kick and scream until silenced or he made himself hoarse.

He tried to fight back the form, the ice that seemed to course though his very being, to drive it back, but he could never relieve himself fully of his natural state, his wounded wrists where the chains snaked around his cold skin and his eyes and the sounding flesh never returned to how he’d always seen them.

Loki Odinson was dead, that being if he was ever alive.

Only Loki Laufeyson lay, chained, imprisoned for the rest of eternity.

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Because ZuZu kept reminding me to upload this as I forgot.

Those of you who follow my Tumblr ([link] ) will have already seen + read this.

Loki (C) Marvel
Cosplayer, Photographer, Editor and Writer -

Description
It was almost instantaneous, upon their return to Asgard, after everything how quickly the guards swarmed. When the Bifrost was destroyed only Odin was capable of sending anyone to another realm without assistance of the Tesseract or such like. This meant that Odin despite all his power could only send his son Thor to stop Loki’s plans. Any attempts to send anyone else would result in further drain upon his power and would most likely send him into the Odinsleep, and with most of their guards on earth and the all father in the Odinsleep, Asgard would be defenceless. It was easier for them simply sending and relying on Thor.

Loki had already been restrained and muzzled, his magic no longer to his aid either. Relinquishing his hold of the Tesseracts case his arms were grabbed and he was whisked away to a prison were we would live out the rest of his days.

Striped of his clothes, powers, and title Loki only had his name left. Chained to a wall like a common animal, strung from his wrists to keep him under control encase he ever lashed out at anyone. The chains themselves crafted to hold even the strongest of Frost Giants, which of course would be best to use rather than chains built the house Asgardian prisoners.

It wasn’t so much the chains that Loki hated; it was what they did to his body. They had a similar reaction upon him much like the Tesseract when he used it; it returned his skin to its natural icy blue state. Seeing himself in this state only drove Loki further to the point of madness and depression, the only reason he’d fight the bonds most days was to stop seeing himself like that, to catch his reflection in water or the shining armour of a guard and see a pair of crimson eyes staring back at him. Seeing that drove him to kick and scream until silenced or he made himself hoarse.

He tried to fight back the form, the ice that seemed to course though his very being, to drive it back, but he could never relieve himself fully of his natural state, his wounded wrists where the chains snaked around his cold skin and his eyes and the sounding flesh never returned to how he’d always seen them.

Loki Odinson was dead, that being if he was ever alive.

Only Loki Laufeyson lay, chained, imprisoned for the rest of eternity.

--

Because ZuZu kept reminding me to upload this as I forgot.

Those of you who follow my Tumblr ([link] ) will have already seen + read this.

Loki (C) Marvel
Cosplayer, Photographer, Editor and Writer -