Being led in chains by his older brother is the God of Mischief Loki, he has been brought back to Asgard after nearly destroying earth with his Chi'turi army. All eyes are on him and whispers from on lookers could be heard, he keeps his head down for now, this was truly embarrassing being led like a common dog attached to a chained leash. The god looks at his brother, "Thor are these chains really necessary? You know that I won't run, I'm not an idiot. Seriously this is humiliating," he spoke for the first time in a while. "Thor please just take these off me," he pleaded. As they walked further down the long hall towards their father Loki was starting to feel a little uneasy, after all he hadn't seen Odin in a long time and surely Odin was angry with him. Was he actually nervous to face the man that took him in as an abandoned baby? What exactly was in store for him? His powers taken away, being cast out into the frozen realm of Jotunhiem, prison, death? The not knowing was killing him.
His chest felt heavy and his heart was beating, was he really starting to break down? No he won't do it, he will stand his ground, or at least that's what he keeps repeating to himself. He could now see Odin, okay so much for holding it in. "Thor, I know you don't believe me but I regret everything I've done, please don't do this." He begged, "please I can change." Loki's green eyes were filled with something that hasn't been seen in a while, fear and sadness. "Brother don't do this," he repeated. "Surely Odin will want me dead for all that I've done, I can't face him and our mother..She.."
Tears started to form when he could see his mother, the woman that always loved him, the woman that taught him everything he knows about magic, the look on her face was destroying him.