A prisoner joins Loki in the Asgardian dungeon. Someone with a past almost as tumultuous as his own.
Content Warning: Angst, Strong Language, Mature Themes.
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The two companions in the Asgardian dungeon sat cross legged at the front their cells, as close to the golden barrier as they could get without sustaining injury.
Neither had managed to get much rest and the impact of it showed up in the bruise-like circles under their eyes.
They sat and simply looked at one another.
The emotions swirling across the void were powerful and melancholic.
They told a story of impending loss, of regret, yet there was comfort in having known each other. Nothing could take that away from the two prisoners.
This was to be their last moment spent in this place.
When they heard the oncoming footsteps, it was clear what was coming.
"Loki." Visna called his name on the verge of tears.
He longed to provide physical comfort but could only try his best with words.
"I'll see you soon, love."
The last thing he saw was her fear-filled face looking back at him as the guards pulled her round the corner.
Waiting for the guards to return was nauseating. Loki was afraid that Odin had broken his promise and that instead of being led to the requested bed chamber, Visna had been taken to the chopping block.
There would be no chance of forgiveness for the All-Father if he chose that path.
Loki sat with his head in his hands. His black hair hung in tendrils that brushed against his skin. The urge to destroy something was rising uncontrollably to the surface.
The sudden clenching of his fists sent the objects closest to him flying.
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It did little to quell the pain in a long term sense.
It was only the return of the footsteps that helped to alleviate some of the pressure but Loki knew that until he had seen her with his own eyes, he could not feel any kind of relief.
He was taken to a quieter side of the palace and up a spiral staircase. The stones echoed eerily with the sound of leather and metal.
There was a small landing where Loki assumed the guards would stand for the duration of the night. A golden shimmer across the wooden door indicated that promised the enchantments were in place.
One guard dealt with Loki's handcuffs while the other went about unlocking the doors.
He nodded to them as they gestured wordlessly for him to pass the threshold.
It was a surprisingly comfortable room. There was a welcoming warmth from the fireplace at the far end of the space that crackled and hissed as the moisture in the wood evaporated.
There were a couple of simple wooden chairs positioned close to the heat source. Each had a green, chunky knitted blanket on their seats.
Torch brackets with candles were positioned at equidistant intervals and bathed the room in a soft glow.
A large, sumptuous looking bed with pure white linen sheets dominated the space. Loki brushed his fingers over the fabric, enjoying the clean scent that rose from its disturbance.
From across the torch-lit room, he saw her. She stood by the window, marveling at the subtle touches of the beginning sunset.
"Visna."
She turned her head and a beaming smile lit her face.
He took that as an invitation to approach.
He stood just behind her and began to watch the sunset too.
"Beautiful." He murmured.
It wasn't just the sky he was commenting on.
Visna turned once more. All she did was steadily hold his gaze.
Up close for the first time, Loki could see the blues in her eyes were like an oceanic vista. Light and dark all dancing together, with almost imperceptible hints of green peppered between the waves.
Loki longed to touch her. He needed to touch her. But he wasn't certain if it was the right thing to do.
He studied her face once more to make sure he hadn't made a mistake.
The weight of her expectancy was written across her features.
His movements became uncharacteristically hesitant as he closed the gap between them.
Their breathing changed pace to something more fast-paced and shaky.
Visna smiled. "Please."
She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
The single word took away all of his fear.
He reached out to brush his long fingers against her cheek.
Her image dissolved into nothing.
Tears swelled in Loki's eyes.
She was gone.
She had never been there at all.
"Guards!"
He called out loudly, knowing he had no choice but to raise the alarm.
It took all of a few seconds before the two people were inside the chamber to see that only one of the prisoners was present.
"Where is she?" One of them demanded.
With a single tear streaking down his left cheek, Loki replied in a flat tone.
"She's gone."
A/N: Hey there lovely people. I am feeling all kinds of sadness right now from writing this chapter. Strangely enough, it's probably been the easiest chapter to write so far. Let me know what you think.
