Sanctuary

Ch 3 - Savior

Loki blinked as fluorescent light flooded the dark room. His eyes fixated on the silhouette of a large man, if it was a man. He couldn't see him very clearly but he could be better described as a monster.

"I was surprised to see someone like you floating lifelessly suspended amongst the stars. Not a single breath left your body. It didn't seem like a very pleasant way to go." His voice spoke softly but there was power behind it and something else present. It was a deep battleworn utterance that made Loki nervous.

To wake up in a strange place greeted by some unknown, would throw anyone into a panic. Although he was good at hiding it. He would not show fear to someone who has yet to show themselves.

"Who are you?! I demand to know where I am!" He tried with whatever strength he had left to sound like a threat, because his voice couldn't convey the desired effect. The stranger laughed.

"Oh you demand it I see. You're not in any position. Just a spoiled little prince left to die." The stranger spat. Loki took in the tone and hushed long enough for the figure to plant himself in front of him.

This was all starting to feel way too familiar; roles reversed. He'd done this in his past to any unlucky souls to have crossed his path, likely in the need of saving. In this day and age you can't get something from nothing. This time he was at their mercy.

Loki paused, thinking it best to comply with his demands at least for the time being. Perhaps maybe it wasn't a great idea to agitate the man who could turn him into another painting on the wall.

"Where am I?" Loki affirmed calm. The figure towered over him but he could not see his face. Still adjusting to the dark.

"Safe now aboard my humble ship. If it weren't for my keen eye you would have died out there."

Loki wondered if that would've been a better fate. His body was giving signals for him out of here. There was only one reason someone would go out of their way to save a soul like his.

"You're a little far from home."

He remained quiet, knowing this beast wanted something from him. The fallen prince's face shadowed beneath his hair, feeling the weight of it. He truly had terrible luck. Loki swallowed hard, his throat dry and his chest felt heavy as he stared at the floor. "I have no such place. What do you want from me?"

He shook his head, "It's what I can give you. If it's true you have no place then join me, I believe a partnership could prove beneficial." He held his hand down to Loki. "I can give you a second chance."

This stranger honestly thought he was a fool. Loki scoffed, glaring up at the creature. It took everything to not laugh in his face. But he couldn't help his brutal honesty from slipping.

"Never. You're the worst kind. I can see through you; you're just a bigot with no real power of your own. You need me." He insulted the titan but to his surprise he kept his cool, if only on the surface.

"Rest assured, you will need me more than I'll ever need you. I have the power to make what's left of your life very difficult, now stand up!" The deep voice seemed to resonate from the depths of Hel, shaking Loki to his core. It was thick as tar and venomous.

Loki hesitated, ultimately putting his fist to the ground and heaved himself to his feet. His knees were weak and barely able to sustain his weight but he managed to keep from collapsing. He hated listening to someone he distasted but he had no other choice.

"I can give you everything. Give you power and a kingdom to rule as your own."

Loki didn't believe a word he spoke. Except for the threats, they were not empty. There was a certain luster in his voice although muffled. Considering he has yet to lay eyes upon his so-called 'savior' he would not be so compliant.