My Asgardian (2)

Chapter 19

(Y/n's POV)

"Oi, Sparky," a guard calls to me from outside my cell. "You got a prisoner..... Sorry. I meant visitor," he sniggers and steps to one side.

"You will do well to remember your place," Odin's voice says sharply to the guard as he steps into my field of vision.

I stand up and move to the farthest side of the room, "I don't want to talk to you," I say and turn my back on him.

There's a buzzing sound which I know to be the barrier dropping on my cell, and approaching footsteps tell me that he's in the room with me.

"Get out."

"You are dismissed," he says to the guard, then the barrier is put back up between the walls.

I keep my back to him, even when I feel him standing close behind me. I know without looking that he's back to being himself, he's dropped the act of the King.

"Y/n, look at me."

"No."

"Look at me."

"Give me one good reason why."

"Because I've asked you to?"

I scoff, "Not good enough I'm afraid. Why should I do anything for you after what you did to me?"

"Come on darling, I'm not asking you to move the Sun. I'm just asking you to look at me."

He puts his hand gently on my shoulder, but I shrug it off and move as far away from him as I can.

"Do not do that. You have no right to be in here, pretending to be my friend, pretending to be here for me, when you literally lied to me and locked me up. Why? Because a title means more to you than I do."

"Darling that's not true-"

"Really? How long am I going to be stuck in here?"

He can't make eye contact with me as he tries to give me an answer.

"Wow. Really? So your plan is to just keep me in here forever? Well I guess there's no-one out there to notice I'm gone," I say as I slide down the wall and sit with my knees tucked up to my chest.

"Y/n please, I hate to see you like this."

"You made me like this!" I shout at him as a tear falls from my eye. "Loki, I thought you were dead. Then you weren't dead and that was really fucking confusing for me. And it made me angry. And then! Then you locked me away like the other fucking low-life prisoners you've got down here!"

"Y/n-"

"I'm not done," I stand back up, restless, and start furiously pacing around the room. "I don't even know how long I've been in here. I can't see the sun rising or setting so I have no idea how many days it's been. When I close my eyes I secretly wish they'll never open again, but when I sleep all my dreams are nightmares and bad memories. Did you not think for one tiny second, that after all the shit I went through at Hydra, keeping me in a locked room in the dark and the cold and in isolation was probably one of the worst things you could do to me? You say this is to protect your little secret, but this just feels like torture to me. And it's not like when people have to sit through a dull, hour-long conference, or a family gathering they've been dreading for months. This literally. Feels like. Torture. And do you know what the worst part is? I don't even need to be in here! Because I don't give a shit about Asgard. I don't care if Odin sits on the throne, or you, or Thor, or the fucking monkey from the street. I do not care. It's none of my business and I have no interest in making it my business. And I don't even care enough about Thor any more to try and tell him that his brother is alive after all. What a fucking miracle that you survived! No, I think I'll just let you tell him yourself. After all it sounds better coming from you, wouldn't you agree? So unless you've come to tell me that you're getting me out of this hell-hole, then I'm going to kindly ask you to fuck off."

I stand there, chest heaving up and down, and I have nothing left.

When he walks forwards and puts his hands on my shoulders, I just crumble and sag into him, wrapping my arms tightly around his back.

"I thought you were dead," I sob into his shoulder.

"I know darling. And I am so, so sorry, please believe me. I wish I could've told you about my plan but it was just too risky, and I had to make sure everything went smoothly. Tell me you understand."

"No. I don't. It was a cruel, selfish, heartless thing to do, and I thought you were starting to be better than that."

"A tiger never changes its stripes y/n," he says as he holds me tight. "But I am sorry. Eternally so."

"Just..... Please. Get me out of here. I can't be locked up any more."

He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes, "Look, it's just-"

"I am begging you," I say and grab his hands. "I'm not going to tell Thor, fuck knows I've got shit to resent him for, and I'm not going to tell anyone else. As far as I'm aware, Asgard is ruled by the All-Father Odin, and I shouldn't have any excuse to come back here and say otherwise."

"You want to leave?"

My eyebrows jump up, "Well what did you expect? The whole point of me coming here in the first place was to break you out. Now that you're staying, I have no reason to be here. I have a home waiting for me on Earth."

"Yes, a lonely, empty home. After everything that's happened, being alone isn't going to feel the same."

"What did you think I was going to do Loki? Stay here forever? Was that your little daydream?"

"Well," he looks down at his feet briefly, "I had considered it. I thought you could stay here? With me?"

"As what? A court jester? I don't think so."

"Well no, but I could give you a room in the palace. You'd fit in well here."

"And when people ask why I've been pardoned of treason and a place next to the King? You can't exactly say I'm a consort can you, think how that would look after the Queen."

"No but-"

"Loki," I say softly. "I just want to go home."