I lay awake most of the night, still unable to process everything that happened yesterday and last night. I'm so sick of this place and I needed to get out of here.
I didn't care what it took, I'm going to get answers from Thor somehow and find out what fate Odin truly has in store for me.
"Loki?"
"Yes?"
"I never really got the chance to say this last night, but thank you".
"You have a habit of putting yourself in danger, little witch".
"And you have a habit of saving me every time I do. Thats twice now by my count" I laugh weakly.
"That is another favour to add to your ever growing list".
"I suppose so".
We remain silent for a few moments until Loki asks me a question that I'm not entirely sure of answer to myself.
"Why did you send Skurge to open my cell last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"You could have used whatever hold you still had over him to make him to save you himself, yet you sent him to free me. Why?"
"I don't know. I wasn't really thinking about that at the time. I just knew that I needed you".
Why did I just say that? Now I sound like some lovesick teenage girl.
"Plus, I know how much you really enjoy killing people" I joke to ease the awkwardness.
"I must say, I was a little out of practice".
"That projection and invisibility trick you did was pretty amazing".
"I thought you might appreciate seeing Asgardian magic for yourself".
"I'm beginning to rethink my plan. I don't think I can go through with the whole seduction aspect of it after last night" I sigh.
"That is quite understandable. Although, I have a gift for you that may help with your situation".
"A gift?"
He pulls something from the air with a shimmer of green magic. It's one of those devices that unlocks the cells and collars.
"Where did you get that?" I ask once I get up to get a better look.
"From one of the guards that attacked you last night. He will hardly have any further use for it now" he smirks.
"You really are the God of Mischief, aren't you?" I smile.
"By name and reputation, my dear".
He surprises me when he unlocks his own cell and coming over into mine to hand over the device to me. I think this is the closest I've ever been to him other than when we're forced to bathe together.
"Use it wisely, little witch".
"You should probably keep this. I don't have anywhere to hide it like you can".
"Are you not worried that I might use this to escape and no longer be here to rescue you?"
"I wouldn't exactly blame you for wanting to run away from me, especially when I annoy you so much".
"You have become far more tolerable as of late".
"Oh really? Does that mean you'll finally let me borrow one of your books so I don't die of boredom down here?"
"No, you can request your own books from Thor" he replies sternly.
"You don't like to share, do you?"
"I do not wish to share what is mine".
"You and your brother are the same in that way I suppose" I say in order to peak his interest.
"Meaning?"
"Thor was asking me about you last night. He seems to think that you have feelings for me and he wanted to know if I felt the same way towards you".
"What was your answer?" he asks, moving slightly closer to me.
"I told him that neither of us felt that way about each other, obviously".
"Do we not? And here was I believing we were going to flee Asgard together one day and live happily ever after as they do in the fairytales" he laughs.
"Very funny, Loki. Although you do realise that I have you right where I want you? I could compel you to do anything I wanted right now".
"Try it, little witch. I have been wanting to witness your power for myself" he dares me as though he doesn't believe it will work on him.
"If you say so, Prince. KNEEL".
He struggles against it at first, but he drops down to his knees in front of me.
"Impressive" he praises with a strained voice as he continues to fight it.
"Now what else could I make a Prince do now that I have him down on his knees? Any suggestions?"
"Anything you desire I should imagine".
I'm going to take this as an opportunity to make him suffer just a little.
"TRUTH. How would you have really felt if I'd had sex with Thor?"
He clenches his mouth shut tightly, straining against the urge to let the words flow freely from his lips.
"The longer you resist, the more painful it will be" I laugh at his struggle.
"Angry" he admits.
"Why would you be angry?"
"You could give your heart to any man or god, but he is unworthy of it".
"I won't give my heart to anyone, ever".
"Why not?"
"FREE".
I let him go from the hold I have over him so he can get up off the floor.
"Why will you not give your heart, Krystal? Why do you keep it so guarded under a shroud of seduction and lies?"
"LEAVE, Loki".
He looks angry when he walks away from me, returning to his own cell and using the device to close them both behind him.
I couldn't tell him the truth, I shouldn't let anyone get that close to me.
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Krystal
Fanfiction(ON HOLD) Krystal is a powerful and vengeful Midgardian witch that has been in search of another for 50 years ever since the day she was cruelly cursed. After she discovers the witch has been apprehended by the Avengers themselves and taken to Asgar...
