right person, wrong time | loki x reader

chapter 4 - threat

"my.. new home?" you asked, panic beginning to rise inside of you.

"i do not believe i stuttered, child. you heard me fully and well so i will not repeat myself. you are as of the moment you got out of that bed a living threat to not only asgard as itself but the asgardians inside of it as well."

you felt a slight prick of something in your heart which you had never felt before, was it fear? anger? hurt? or a new sensation, a power driven lust? you of course are only six so of course you would've never have thought of this ping in you as anything less than anger.

but you would one day find out the truth about this small ping, but for now you decided to ignore it and make a step towards your father.

"so your meaning to say that i will be contained within this.." you paused as you looked around, "this.. place, for the rest of my life?"

"no. idiot of course not. were you not listening to literally anything i was saying when i was injecting you" he asked as he cocked and eyebrow then sighed, "never mind i don't want to know, please go away your very existence is bothering me."

you tilted your head "no. idiot. i can not just go away i don't even know where in asgard i am."

he took a few steps towards you and slapped you, "remember who your taking to, y/n. i am your father, and you will respect me."

you huffed and rolled your eyes, closing the gap between you and him and looking up to stare into his emotionless eyes.

"you will never earn my respect. and i will take every beating you give me knowing that your fucked up method of trying to get me to respect you is bullshit" you said confidently and he grabbed you harshly by the neck and hauled you up to his eye level.

you squirmed and tried to inhale air as your airway was being shut off and you reached to try and pry his massive hands off of your neck as your body dangled in the air, staring him dead in the eye as you spoke "you. don't. deserve. it."

and that was all you remember before seeing his fist flying towards your face and everything went black.

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you woke up feeling frozen when you opened your eyes and had noticed you were inside of a dark grey, dimly lit room with a hard, cold floor which you just so happened to be laying in.

you groaned in pain, remembering what had happened before you blacked out and why you had blacked out.

you reached for your face, feeling the pain from the area in which you had been punched with your ice cold fingers and drew them back immediately down by your sides with a hiss.

the large, only heavy duty door and only exit to the room had been slammed open which caused a loud echo to be sounded throughout the empty room.

"finally" your father rolled his eyes and kicked you while you stayed laying on the ground, "up, training starts now."

you held your stomach where you'd been kicked and immediately the pain had went away.

you sat up and moved your hands from your stomach and stared at them with confusion. reluctantly, you got up and followed your father out of the room.

once you took a step outside of the room he turned to face you, "almost forgot, you have to wear this" he said handing you a muzzle and chain restraints.

"why?" you asked as you stared at them.

"because" he started and bended down to get to your eye level and he moved in close to where his mouth was near your ear "you're dangerous" he finished with a whisper.

it was then when you realized you were to say goodbye to any dreams you had of having a normal family and a normal childhood.

you had never gotten to play with anyone of your neighbors. you were to not have any social interaction with any and all other asgardians during your whole life period.

the only time you saw other asgardians was the guards and maids around your house, and they didn't ever acknowledge your existence.

you watched from your house windows as your neighbors played with their neighbors and friends.

they had come to your house a few times to let you know that you had been invited to go play with them, which always made your heart beat even faster with an emotion you had later figured out to be excitement.

you read all about this emotion in a book from your mothers large library room, she had so many books and had encouraged you to read them.

you always rushed to open the door when the kids had knocked, but your father did not agree with you playing with other kids so he had told you to tell them off.

you had eventually scared them off after about the third time, you would often do what they referred to as 'strange things' and wouldn't understand what was so strange about it.

like for instance you had been in the field one day collecting flowers and pretty colorful things for your mother.

you had seen a flying creature and had caught it with ease, you had been being watched by the other kids who immediately ran over to you when they saw you had caught the creature.

"wow! you caught one!" one of the kids exclaimed.

"obviously. what is it?" you asked looking around at the group of children that were staring at you in awe.

you enjoyed the praise you were getting from the other children.

"it's called a butterfly!" a young girl spoke up.

"ah, interesting" you said eyeing the butterfly carefully before holding it up to the kids by the edges of its top set of wings.

the kids cheered as you displayed the butterfly up for them to see, then their expressions changed drastically when you had ripped the wings right off the butterfly's body and it fell to the ground.

the kids began to scream and looked at you in horror and the young girl who had told you the name of the creature had started to cry, she looked at you with a look you would never forget.

you hated that look.

you had only wanted to impress the children but instead you had scared them all away.

you dropped all of your flowers and stashed the wings in your dress pocket and ran home, on the verge of tears.

when you got home you ran to your room and  cried, you took the butterfly wings out of your pocket and ripped them to shreds.

you shivered at the memory, and the picture of that one girls face had replayed and replayed in your head over and over again, ceasing to stop even when you tried to think of something else at the moment.

by this time your father had finished putting on the restraints and such and had gestured for you to follow him, which you did reluctantly.

eventually you had passed by glass and as you did you looked at your reflection.

all the metal restraints were chained together and connected in one main spot which had a chain that was in the hands of your father, leading you like a dog on a leash, rendering any escape plans impossible

when you both had gotten to a certain door he  unlocked it with a key and pushed you in, closing the door behind you.

the room was extremely dark, you couldn't see anything and turned around a few times to try and find nothing in particular.

then a light source emitted from behind you and you turned around immediately.

"hello y/n."