Light Bringer

Thor/Avengers Fanfiction. Set post Avengers Assemble.

Loki was imprisoned upon his return to Asgaard. Thor stands a daily vigil by his brother’s cage, only to leave heartbroken each evening when the God of Mischief elects to remain silent.
The people of Asgaard cry out for Loki’s punishment and Heimdall tells Odin that the people of Midgaard do the same.
The Allfather seeks the help of Synneva, an Asgaardian who was stranded on Midgaard when the Bifrost was destroyed.

Rated Yellow for safety.


1. Prologue

The mountain had been hollow for millennia, the metallic black stone cut and carved by the will of water and ice. Only a single pedestal of rock remained in the centre, out of reach of the concave walls that stood several metres away from it at any side. 

The sound of gushing water floated upwards from the base of the pedestal. The din suggested violent, raging torrents below, too far removed from the light to see, but promising a blind and agonising death to any unfortunate enough to fall. 
The funnel of the mountain culminated in a jagged, circular fissure through which light and air could venture. 
Overlooking the pedestal stood a platform, naturally hewn by the elements save for the torches that had been secured to the walls bordering the outcrop and the tall, obsidian doors carved there.
The onyx portals grated inwards at the bidding of a pair of guards. They stood aside to let the Allfather enter. He was flanked by Thor, whose meaty palm was close around the upper right arm of a manacled Loki. The metal half-mask secured around Loki’s mouth twitched a little as the trickster god angled his head to look around him. 
Impressive. He found himself thinking. 
Thor led him to the edge of the platform and, at a nod in signal from Odin, brandished a spinning Mjolnir and leaped into the air. The pair appeared a moment later in the centre of the pedestal.
The landing almost knocked the breath from the trickster god, but he righted himself in enough time to feel Thor’s grip loosen on his arm. Loki turned his gaze to the platform, looking upon the Allfather who seemed reluctant to return the glance. 
“Come, Thor.” 
Odin’s voice reverberated from the smooth black rock faces surrounding them. 
Loki watched as Thor turned, made to walk away and then turned back. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, but received only a sad shake of Thor’s head as a response. 
The golden prince leapt into the air again, returning to a space aside the King of Asgaard on the platform a second or so later. 
Loki looked up at the pair and the Allfather met his gaze for what seemed like the first time since his return to the realm. There was anger in his eye, disappointment and shame also. 
For a second, guilt swept over Loki, but then his heart hardened at the remembrance of his true parentage. 
Odin raised his sceptre and struck it once against the platform at his feet causing a low rumbling sound to echo around the chamber. 
Pieces of obsidian stone began to detach themselves from the cavern walls with sickening cracking and crunching sounds, gravitating towards the pedestal and the trapped trickster god. 
After a short while, the haematite cage was complete and the grumble of magic subsided. 
Loki approached his granite confines and placed a palm against one of the larger struts. 
Is this really necessary? He sneered inwardly, turning smug eyes to his onlookers. 
Without further hesitation he sent a wave of energy through his fingers tips, willing the strut to fall away into the water below. When nothing happened, his brow furrowed. 
The God of Mischief returned his gaze to the platform, just in time to see his captors turn their backs on him only to be replaced by a line of guards. 
Wait! Loki cried mutely. 
The slamming shut of the doors was the only response he received. 


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