A Court of Thrones and Thieves (ACOTAR FANFIC)

Chapter 2

~~~~LOKI~~~~

They arrived at a small cabin in the summer court a few days later. They walked in to find Jesper reclining lazily in his chair asleep. 

Inej chucked at the sight. 

"Oi!" Loki called out tipping the chair backward with her foot. The chair leaned and then fell with a large crash, Jesper's head banging harshly on the ground. 

"OUCH!" He roared holding his rattled skull, "What was that for?" 

"You are on lookout. We leave for the ship tomorrow morning before the sun has time to see what we're up to, you hear me?" Loki addressed the crows. 

"Sure boss, but do you have to crack my skull in the process?" Jesper groaned in annoyance.

They all settled in to sleep quickly, though Loki's was not as peaceful as she would have liked. 

Loki had always been a trickster. She got in trouble as a child for her lying and sticky hands, the only person who really stood up for Loki was her brother Jordie. 

Brother in the loosest sense of the word. They were both raised in an orphanage in inner-city Hybern, adopting each other as siblings. 

She thought of all the kids as her siblings, but her relationship with Jordie was special.

One day, when Loki was seven years old, the matron of the Orphanage came back, more crazed than usual. She had always been a neglectful, abusive bitch but they had never seen the look in her eye before. 

Unknown to the children in her care, the matron had managed to piss off the King of Hybern's niece and nephew at a bar that night. 

The King of Hybern's DAEMATI niece and nephew. 

The twins had messed with her mind to the point of insanity, so when she came back she began slaughtering all of them. 

She ripped the children apart with her bare hands. 

Loki watched as the matron bit through Jordie's throat with her teeth. 

In an attempt at survival, Loki once again relied on her tricks. She pulled Jordie's corpse on top of her, allowing Jordie to protect her one last time. 

She felt Jordie's blood running down her porcelain skin, it seeped into her clothes, into her hair, into her skin. 

She felt the cold touch of Jordie's flesh on her skin. Disgust and horror filled her but she did not move, she could not move as she watch the matron slaughter the rest of them. 

Twenty-seven children. Her siblings. All slaughtered like cattle. But she could not move. 

No one came.

No one helped them. 

No one to mourn with her. 

She was alone. 

Loki gasped awaked, sweat coating her skin as she raced to the bathroom, emptying her dinner into the toilet. 

She had not been the same since then. 

She hated the feel of other people's skin, even after all these years Loki still felt Jordie's flesh when others touched her. She felt the iron grip of the matron. She felt the cold hand of death that she had continued to avoid until now.