Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 19 - Y/n

I froze in my place, my eyes unblinking. In those few seconds, Shuaya came and sat right next to my head. My breaths came in shallow and there wasn't much to think of. Everything was happening all too slowly. I was moving through the dreadful waiting too slow. My stomach was in knots, what will he do to me?

Before things could explode, I started rambling, "I'm so sorry. I just couldn't get back in here. It was tempting to sleep and when I do, the ghost comes and hurts me. I don't want to get hurt." I made the most puppy eyed face, streaking my face with tears.

He saw me lose my shit over the cuts and scoffed. He opened his mouth in a smile laced with disbelief.

"I told you, you must know and learn to get used to the pain you know you can't stop feeling. And well neither did you know nor learn. You lied to me about returning back. You could've simply told me 'no' but rather you chose to lie. Well, as promised, I'll be keeping my end of the deal."

Chills ran down my spine, I have no clue as to what he's gonna do but it ain't looking good.

"Get up." He commanded and I complied. He led me outside the chambers to a chamber that was similar to all with a slight difference of being absolutely empty. The light walls stared just as blankly at me like I stared at them.

Shuaya pushed me inside the room and I staggered in. Fury replaced my fear and I turned around to roundhouse kick him. My foot swung by to meet a strong blow as he deflected my foot sideways. He glared at me and shut the door on my face. I banged my fists on the door and cursed him loudly.

After a while, I turned around and calmed myself. Why am I scared? Why do I need to be? This guy is holding me here against my will, I was betrayed again and again by everyone I trusted, and I really don't give two hoots about anything anymore. To hell with my plan of lessening damages. I'm gonna fight my way out of here if that's what it's gonna take.

The floating crimson took my attention again. I regarded him with a sigh and an 'I'm done' attitude. He returned the attitude with his silent attitude.

Being closed in a room like this didn't seem that bad to me. At least not at first. Almost a week had gone by like this. I got my food and water on time. My periods were taken care of too, but nothing much happened.

I was alone after a good while, and alone enough to think through my thoughts and clear up everything. I got bored soon and tried talking to the poltergeist, who was a regular here, but got no replies. Then I thought of sleeping, but with him around, there was no chance I was going to do that. Yet there were times I dozed off and woke up to more cuts.

Today the ghost almost did reply but it was time for food and he went away. After eating, which I haven't been doing a lot, I went back to my thoughts, the images of Shuaya's cuts came back to me. Something was really very off about them but I couldn't clear the fog.

I pulled up my own sleeves absentmindedly and was tracing my cuts. Small openings, going down straight. The depth of the cuts were the same on the entry and exit point, meaning that even pressure was applied. Some looked like they had been retraced, leaving deeper wounds that'll bleed more.

The door jerked opened as Shuaya entered. He was carrying a tote bag of sorts and a few Sedhs behind him carried some chairs and a table. Everything was quickly set and I was the only audience remaining for Shuaya.

"What? I hope you didn't believe that your punishment consisted of being held in an empty room? I mean that's ridiculous."

So my mortifying ordeal continues.

I watched him carefully pick up a knife. My knife to be precise. He made a quick calculation, shook his head and put it back down. My eyes were fixed on my knives, I could grab them, stab Shuaya and make a run for it. And then I can go...go where? I can't go anywhere. My only hope is Heimdall but he serves Odin and Asgard before me, a puny mortal. If only I were a powerful being.

As Shuaya moved his hands across various third degree torture weapons, I noticed the cuts on his arms. All had a shallow exit point, curling inwards slightly, towards him.

As he chose a baton, my breath hitched. A maniacal fire burned in his eyes. He wasn't just punishing me, he was searching for excuses since day one to get me here like this. It was all a well planned move and I had danced to his tunes.

Forcing me down a chair, he tried tying me to it. I kicked like crazy and got up. Snatching the baton, I hit him hard on his head but he didn't even flinch. Redoubling my efforts, I beat him with it non-stop. Kicking him, striking him, punching him, everything. All the training on Asgard was being put to use, I was overpowering him. Shuaya is going to succumb to me, submit to me. I was close, close to complete dominance when my bicep burned as a claw digged in it.

Two Sedhs held me firmly in place and pulled out my weapon from my hands. Shuaya staggered back to his feet. Defeat flickered in his eyes before anger did. I knew that he knows that I had beaten him. I had dominated him.

He moved towards me and landed a hard punch on my abdomen. I whimpered and bent to my side, the muscles around my stomach throbbed with a dull ache. That piece of shit didn't stop punching me till I had coughed out a good amount of blood.

I forced myself to look him in the eyes, I coughed out more blood than words, "So this is what you wanted all along? A punch bag? A ragdoll that you could beat anytime? Tell me, what do you actually want?"

"I want Asgard." He punched me along with the response.

"Pretty petty. How am I going to be of use?"

He grabbed my face from beneath, crushing my cheeks together, "You'll tell me about every defense mechanism and how to beat their army. And most importantly, how to trick your beloved trickster." He let go of my face and I was dumbfounded by this dumbass. How does he even believe that this plan would work?

"I won't tell."

Shuaya screamed and landed two more blows to me. "Well then this will continue."

As I lolled my head side to side, shifting between consciousness and unconsciousness, my mind grasped the nagging bit of information. The one thing that had been troubling me about his cuts. The one slight difference between his cuts and mine. The one thing his cuts were and mine weren't.

His cuts were self inflicted. There is no ghost, he's been wounding me and lied to me about his wounds so that I'll trust him and let him harm me further.