Pain:

/pān/ noun

Physical suffering or discomfort caused by illness or injury.

Synonyms: suffering, agony, torture, torment, discomfort

He tried to wake up,desperately tried to force his eyes open, force them open to face the white ceiling of his cell.

Ｏｒ ｗａｓ ｉｔ ｇｒｅｙ？ Ｉｔ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ａ ｃｅｌｌ… Ｎｏ…

The memories were too far away for him to grasp.

There was a voice, soft like velvet, yet sharp, reminding him of one of his knives.

K̪̰̟n̘̞̫̹̠̲i͎̮͉̻̬̯ͅv̪̥̘̣̫es͓̝̠͍̘̖. A shudder ran through his body, or at least that's what he thought. His mind and soul seemed to have wandered off. Though, he was still aware of the shocks of agony that crawled through his body, aware that he was screaming, aware of the blood and sweat that dripped down his face.

Knives dragging along his ǹ̷͞ec̡̧͟k͟҉.̀͘͝...ʎəɹƃ, grey, grey, ʎ̪̞̬͇̻̹̫ə̝ɹƃ̠̗͔.

Ｗｈｅｒｅｗａｓｔｈｅｗｈｉｔｅ？Ｗｈｅｒｅｗａｓｔｈｅ－

P̸̛̬̣̩͙̰͔̹̄ͩͨͣ̈̌ͫ͐̍ͩ̀Å̵̡̨̤̠͉͈̙̦̥̰̜͖̠̻̻̜̣̀̄͋̾̒̌͋ͭ̍ͮ́ͥ́̀͡I̴̛͖͙̲̘̯̳͙̬͚͚̻͕̘̘̽̍̇ͥ͊͘͠N̡̽͗̈́̂ͪ̽̀ͤͦ͊̔͏̨̖̻̪͓̮͇̭͇͎̱́͘

He couldn't breathe. Short gasps were all he could manage, back arched as unfamiliar hands moved behind his neck, and lifted his withering form. Hard hands, ones that were calloused like a black smith. Then soft hands. They were gold.

A tree, his mother singing, her voice so beautiful, his mother, turning to him, perfect skin turning icy blue, pale eyes flashing bloody red as she told him she wasn't his real mother. But she was. She had to be.

FROSTGIANTMONSTERMONSTERMONSTERFROSTJOTUNARUNT

He was sobbing. Why was he sobbing? Someone… The cell… The pain had traveled to his head. Memories were again slipping from his grasp, just like the raggedy breaths that crumpled out from his lips. He needed Thor; he needed that stupid oaf to-…

Stupid oaf? Brother… No, not brother, just an undeserving blonde prince that threw him into this cell. N̛̯̰͓̬̹ͤ̈́e͈̳̜͍͛̑̎̇̐w͎̭̮̙͎̋ͥ̑̽͑ ̧ͪͧ̀̈Y̞̦͕͕̮̦͈ͪ͋̒̈o͇ͥͨ̄̾̿́͊ṟ̥̺̿k̴̝̰̭̯̹̤̞̄͌, ʞɹoʎ ʍəu, new york. Midgard. Thor, mighty Thor, the golden child, the lie. He was the lie-or… No, not his brother-…

His brother! Standing before him, red cape dripping with blood. They were fighting, in New York, because… He couldn't remember why… Why were they fighting? Thor was his brother… His brother… The cape slowly turned pitch black, the fabric curling into bloody wings of crows as Thor fell to his knees, electric blue eyes dripping with blood. More blood. His fault.

B̡́͢l͠ơod̨́bloodbloodbloodpoolqhisfaultC̨̫̦͈̼̫̫͞h̘̰͖̞̣i̳̼ͅt̶҉̝̼̺̟̜͎̲̯a̤̤͕͟͟u̴͇͍͜͠ŕ̴̷̗͈i̵̪̯

Claws were dragging inside his head, knives digging and shuffling through his brain. More voices tickled his ears. The pain was unbearable. A light, a bright light, the hands, more knives.

And then darkness.