Loki Laufeyson Oneshots Vol.2

Longed Return

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Mentions of abuse and assault!

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Love. Such a pitiful emotion that causes emotional strain and distress whenever it deems necessary, it often develops into heartbreak and endless nights of self-doubt and wasted tears. But those who are blessed in this world find that love is the thing that makes them whole, their nights are full of warmth and endless talking with the person who makes their nerves tingle and their heart soar with joy. I want that. I had that. Yet everything went so horribly wrong, I became one of the many people with shattered hope and abandoned love.

I've despised said pitiful emotion for the last 10 years, or is it 7? 20 years? There's no way to tell how much time has possibly gone by when three blinding white walls and a barrier, formed purely out of Asgardian magic, is all that you see all day every day. There isn't a bright, joyous ball of light in the sky to illuminate your skin and there isn't a calming, pale sphere that guides your way in the depths of the night, the dungeons are dull and full of the most barbaric creatures you could possibly imagine. I don't belong here, I'm not a part of this group of dirty criminals - I never have been.

My choice of lover is what put me in this position, but do I regret ever meeting him? Do I regret making memories of light with him? Do I regret sticking by his side and being his source of support? Do I regret exchanging our deepest secrets? The answer is no, I don't regret anything. Being the wife of Loki Laufeyson is what sent me here all that time ago.

It started with Loki's desire to become King and rule over Asgard, as it was and is his birthright, with Odin still in rule there was very little chance Loki would claim the throne. So he attempted to claim a throne elsewhere, specifically Midgard. There was no talking him out of his decision to be their King, once Loki has is mind set on something there is no convincing him otherwise. I knew about his plan and I allowed him to go through with it, maybe it was the fear of potentially losing the man I've loved for a millennium that overrode the better decision to stop him.

Long story short, his attempt drastically failed and instead of getting a throne, Loki was 'awarded' with a life long sentence behind a painfully bright, golden barrier with no outside communication. He was never one to follow rules, maybe that's what drew me to him at the very beginning, he escaped his sentence by disappearing god knows where with the Tesseract in his palm.

I haven't seen my beloved since the day he left for Midgard, my days have been spent alone with no communication from the outside world ever since his escape was reported. Odin's solution to this problem was to not chase after Loki but to instead move his punishment onto me, I have to pay for Loki's crimes on Midgard. No one could oppose Odin's decision either, poor Frigga tried but to no avail. He's just as bad a King as he is a father.

Any other woman would resent, hate and want her husband dead for disappearing out of the blue and allowing his punishment to take her as victim instead. Yet I can't find any source of hatred or resent that I hold against Loki, love can do infuriating things. If anything, I hold these feelings of anger and hatred towards no one other than Odin himself, I've never been fond of the man ever since Loki told me how horrible Odin treated him.

So here I lay - in my clothes I was thrown here in; surrounded by deceiving, golden barriers to keep me from escaping. Guards came down twice a day to give out meals that consisted of slop served on a tray, I swear it moved every time I poked it, but I was not willing to die of starvation down here. I know that Odin would feel infinite satisfaction for causing my death and the inevitable grieving a number of people would have to do, including Loki.