Prisoner

Expect the unexpected

I woke up in the middle of the night because of my own screams. I was covered in sweat and trembling, while Thor was trying to wake me up. Fenrir was worried outside on the balcony, plastering his face on the ice window, and some guards were asking me if everything was alright from the other side of the door. I looked everywhere, although I didn't know what I was trying to find. However, when my eyes found Thor's I was able to concentrate a little bit more. Just enough to yell at the guards that everything was alright and make a gesture with my hand to Fenrir so he wouldn't worry anymore. I wasn't able to look anywhere but at Thor's eyes though.

Thor's features showed anguish while he caressed my hair and everywhere he could reach to calm me. I sat upright on the bed trying to make some sense of what just happened. A sharp pain crossed my head at that exact moment. It was so blinding that I grabbed my head and started to scream again. It was gone in a matter of minutes, but it felt like an eternity for me. I almost hit my head with the wooden headboard, but Thor caught me in his arms before I fell completely. He was getting more and more worried, I could even sense it in the atmosphere. It was as if his seiðr wanted to finally get out. I was breathing hard, trying to recover from everything, so I wasn't able to talk to him.

"Loki, please tell me what's wrong. Please, tell me what I can do," He pleaded in a whisper while hugging me tightly against his body. I needed to take some extra minutes to stabilize my breathing before being able to finally answer him.

"My head...my head hurt and now it's spinning..." I answered weakly. "Don't let go of me just yet..." I asked him in a soft whisper.

"Never. I will never let you go, my love. I swear on my life," I could sense he was desperate and didn't know what to do, so I brought myself to calm down.

"Thank you," I said after some minutes, turning around in our embrace to look at those beautiful blue eyes which were full of concern at that moment. I caressed his beard. "I had a weird dream," I started while still caressing him. "We were on the top of a big building, and we were fighting. I had some kind of sceptre, or I don't know how to call it. You told me to look around me and I saw a lot of creatures destroying everything around us, and then you said something like if I thought that that madness was going to end under my rule..." I wasn't able to go on telling him about my dream because the pain in my head came back. Luckily, it wasn't as strong as before.

"Loki, what you are telling me, your dream...it's not a dream. That happened on Midgard," I looked at him surprised.

"Please don't tell me that the part where I stab you happened too," I asked closing my eyes because I already knew the answer.

"You did. But don't worry about it, you know that I don't even have a scar. It was just a temporary physical pain, as always," He smiled at me sweetly while caressing one of my cheeks.

"Thor, I know that the healers said that you shouldn't tell me anything, but after this, I cannot live in uncertainty anymore. Please, I need to know what I did," I pleaded while putting my forehead on top of his, closing my eyes again. He sighed.

"You used your sceptre to manipulate the mind of others, stole the Tesseract from the Midgardians and opened a kind of hole in the sky to let the Chitauri in to try and rule Midgard," At first, nothing that he said had made sense. However, after some minutes passed by, images started to fill my head. The pain was there too, but I was able to ignore it.

"I remember. I remember everything now. But it wasn't me," I said after all my memories stopped flooding back.

"Loki, you don't need to make any excuses. I know you're not like that anymore," His sweet smile was like a dagger in the middle of my chest.