Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 45 - Y/n

I tossed the paper ball in the rubbish bin, like I have been doing all week. There is nothing else to do in this prison cell. Yep, a prison cell. Ironically it's the same one I was placed in before. My cellmate is no longer here though, she has served her time and now serves in the Asgardian Army, she's a tough one I tell ya.

Even though I have more than enough power to easily break out of here, I don't. Because I don't see the point. Where can I go? Everywhere I go, people look at me like I've done something terrible, something so unforgivable that I'm to spend my days here in this cell without a trial. So I took another ball of waste paper and tossed it into the rubbish bin.

Sigh. I know, I know. I know. I have done terrible things. Things like murdering other individuals and Gods. Quite frankly, I have nothing to defend myself for. And even if I had some bullshit reason to save myself from this, I don't suppose I would even try, because nothing can save me. To be honest nothing can save me unless I want to be saved - which I just don't. I don't think I deserve going back to the world, I'm too much of a trouble.

Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on my knees and bury my face into my palms. What have I become? What has my life become? I was a goody two shoes, the perfect-sweet-polite-lovely person whom everybody loved. And look at me now, I'm nothing but a mess.

It's not even about that bloody hologram which was broadcasted all over Asgard like it was some invitation to the Royal Ball. It's just that I don't even know which side of the line I walk anymore. Am I on the white side, where everything is dreamy and ideal and perfect? Or am I on the black, where life is full of chaos and wreckage? Is there even a grey side to this line?

Where the fuck am I?

I hear the dull click of the boots and stifen once I realize whose it is.

Loki.

He's been coming down to me, every single day, for two hours no less - as limited by the visiting hours. But of course that doesn't stop him, he would simply morph into some random book and continue talking to me from my hands. And all the while I'd reply to him, I'd be holding back my tears because he is just so innocent.

"Hey darling," the warmest smile welcomes me and I can't help the kick of guilt that has been present ever since he came down here the first day.

The poor lad has no idea.

"Hey," I croak through a forced smile.

He walks inside the cell and the guard had long gone given up to tell Loki to stay away from me because God forbid this God leaves me. He places himself next to me on the sofa, immediately my skin warms from the contact.

He waves his hands and pours me my favourite tea. I don't know how or why he remembers, but he does.

I study him as he pours us the tea in two black cups, which were rimmed with gold and dark green. These were the most elegant pieces of cups I had ever seen. Loki had confided in me, quite flushed, that he had made them for me. And I just couldn't believe my ears. This God went out of his way to make me a tea cup.

A sudden pang of guilt held me, I'm lying to him. He still thinks I'm clean. That hologram? It showed all of Asgard how I had so brutally killed the mother-son duo. On repeat. For hours. Loki thinks that that was just a holographic lie, one that Yaana's technological abilities had crafted. And that's why he's been so kind to me. That's why he visits me. That's why he wants to save me.

I took the tea and blew on the dark water, taking a very careful sip and placing it on the armrest, I turn to look at Loki again when I should've just asked him leave instead - I'm not sure how long I could lie to him.