(Sure x3)

Loki had almost forgotten how long he had been in this one cell. Everything had become a blur to him through the days, months, and years. Within the dungeon's of Asgard, Loki felt he could go mad sometimes. Everyday since that unfaithful day, the King of the Moors was forced to spend his days in the wretched cell he was in, tortured, beaten. No armor, or clothes besides his pants. Many of the guards came and beat him painfully, but could do nothing with his hands bound above his head and his wings slumped low, dull and forever shedding. Soon enough within what felt like endless days gone by that they beat him and wings removed, now the only thing that was left of his mother that was with him was gone. Loki never felt so broken, lost and in pain within his years of living. But it still never compared to the loss of his mother and his dearest Silena. The beatings were painful at first, but then they were bearable. Not crying out after the first of many beatings and torture they put him through. He would always wish for it to end. Just want the torture to end for he never understood why they didn't just kill him. But it was men who he could never understand, so Loki never thought about the question ever again. 

With never aging, Loki's appearance stayed young and though he got older, age didn't phase him. The only thing that changed was his hair length which grew slight past his shoulders but was a tangled mess. skin was paler than he normally was, his eyes still defiant as he ever was, always looking for a way out of this prison. He would continued to find a way before giving up to this new ruler's desires to break him. Yet however was he to know the queen's intentions for him.