Ever wonder what Odin is going to do to Loki when Thor brings him back? 
Here’s just one idea…
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   Never before had Loki ever experienced such pain like he was now. He had given birth to a magnificent colt once and even then the brutal pain of childbirth did not compare. That pain he had faced then had been mostly physical but the ailment he suffered now was the dreadful concoction of mental and physical. 
   Arms wrapped around his middle, the trickster bit his lip in a vain attempt to dull his agony. His stomach was in knots and his mind a mess. Being mortal was bad enough but it was a fate far worse then he had ever imagined. 
   Doubled over on the floor, the male silently sobbed as his own reflection mocked him. Blue skin with red eyes. Having no magic, he was unable to retain his given disguise as an Asgardian Prince. Such a hideous form it was. The very monstrous figure that mimicked his actions fit onto the pages of those stories Odin would read to him. An ice giant. A foul and stupid race with a cruel barbaric nature and yet as he gazed upon his true form, despite it being marred from tears yet to fall,  Loki had been forced to realize that even then he was an outcast. A pathetic runt to a savage race. 
   Powerless, ugly, and alone, the former prince of Asgard openly wept in the halls of judgement from the time the Allfather had passed it on him. The sun had risen when his punishment had been decided and now the moon was just scraping over the horizon. The very sky already dotted with stars as the rich hues bled into one another with the ever sinking sun as if they too wanted to show just how alone he was in their galaxy. 
   As tragic as it all had been, there was but one thing that made all of these wretched miseries seem like nothing at all. It was the very thing replaying in the mischief maker’s mind as he watched the creature reflecting in the glossy marble floor shake in utmost agony. His brother, Thor, had been there during the sentence. The only one Loki had left in this world that had ever truly loved him, stood by his side, and said nothing as the foolish ruler of Asgard had finished his trial. Thor would not even grant him a sideways glance as Odin stripped him bare of his magics, his ability to speak. Without the aid of his silver tongue, Loki would not be able to cast his spells any more, his facade melted away, and his screaming silenced.
   A tear slid down the beast’s face and onto the floor beneath him. He had always felt alone once the truth of his heritage came out but never before had he felt true emptiness. The only hope he had for ever being the person he once was had been stripped from him. Thor had walked out by Odin’s side without a single word or glance. Thor had left and taken his love with him…