My Life Before You

Chapter 8

Back on Asgard (Thor's POV)

As i'm walking through the halls I hear Loki shouting orders at the guards. It happens to be the anniversary of y/n's disappearance and he is always so angry and uptight around this time.

Suddenly the throne room doors slam open with a roll of guards running out.

Quickly I move to the side as to not get in the way. The last guard walks past me, but I grab his arm before he gets any further.

He looks at me and half bows. "Your highness"

"How is it in there?", I asked

"You want the truth?"

I nodded my head to the guard.

"Absolutely chaotic, you rhighness"

I stare at the doors of the room. "Okay, you can go now"

Bowing again the guard runs back to his troop.

Walking towards the room I take a deep breath and open the doors.

I see Loki sitting on father's throne. Well, I guess it's mine now since father passed away. Loki tends to sit in it from time to time. Not that I care since I'm never really here.

He still doesn't notice i'm here due to his hand covering his eyes.

"Brother, you're scaring all our guards", I joke.

He looks up at me with a stoic look. "Why are you back here? Aren't you busy with your Avenger friends?"

"Considering that it's the anniversary of you-know-what I decided to come back and check up on you"

Loki gets up from the throne. "Well, i'm fine so you can go back to your other life", he says as he looks to the side.

I roll my eyes. He's so dramatic.

Walking to him I set my hand on his shoulder. "Brother...?"

He turns towards me with a sad look in his eyes. I feel a pain in my chest as I look at him. If it weren't for me he wouldn't be so unhappy. I wonder what would've happened if I never helped Sigyn escape.

~5 years ago~

"Son, I need you to go to the prison cells and make sure everything is in order", my father told me.

"Can't one of the guards it?", I asked.

"Yes, but I asked you to. Now go"

I sigh as I reluctantly walk down to the dungeon.

Everything seemed to be in order. While i'm walking through the hall the prisoners are throwing curses at me. Which isn't surprising since I'm the one who put them in there.

I stop in my tracks as I hear an odd noise. It's someone...crying. Looking to my right I see a woman curled up in a corner.

Walking up to the cell I knock on the wall. She looks up at me and I see that it's Sigyn. She...shouldn't be in here.

"Sigyn? What are you doing in here?", I asked.