Summary/Inspired by: "If you love me (really love me)" By Brenda Lee
Note: "It doesn't matter if the world is going to shit, I have you. That's all that matters. The best part, eternity is forever." (My summary of the song LOL)
~This one was kinda difficult cause the song has already cameoed in the Loki Series Lol
Requester: @eleniblue (tumblr)
Rating: R (dark)
You couldn't remember the last time your body had truly relaxed on it's own. Or when home felt like home. Or when you were able to feed yourself. Sleep by yourself.. or that you were able to see anything else beyond your bedroom.
Locked.
But why?
You were the only one who knew, that's why. As the people mourned and dedicated the fallen second prince of Asgard, you stayed upon the balcony with the truth screaming in your mind that he was right there amongst them.
Odin.
Loki wasn't dead.. not really.. perhaps dead to you, this wasn't the god you had fallen in love with long ago.. he was kind, a gentleman, he lied- yes, but to keep a cruel joke running for this long? ..this wasn't your Loki..
The announcement had spread that Thor was to set out to repair the nine realms while the news came back that amongst his last heroic mission, Loki had been killed. All father didn't seem to be as.. broken as you were, to have lost your lover. Perhaps its because he's seen death so many times, but to not crumble when your son is to never return home? He was heartless.. or so you thought.
Wasted tears.
It wasn't until a few weeks later, you had found yourself locked in your chambers with the rumors that you were plotting against the king. Lies! Word was to be believed that no one was in here, that the door was to remain a memory chamber and will be honored by no one entering.
Except one.
You were furious- furious to find out Loki had lied all this time about being dead, by impersonating Odin, by keeping all this from you of all people. On top of that, people believed you were in Asgard's dungeons this whole time for treason! Loki tried to be accommodating, being the one to show up with food under the illusion of a chamber maid claiming she was ordered by the king to check on the 'Memorial Chamber' daily. He had you stay busy by tending to your own room, taking on the duty of a maid to yourself.
You had throw yourself at him, tried to hurt him, beg him, talk with him, but it all ended the same. He was more powerful than you, and shooed you off as no more than a fly while you tried to reason with him instead. One time, he had left you bound until you could control yourself to his liking.
Magic.
No one could hear. No one could see him enter, even in his disguise. No questions if there are no sightings. No sign of Thor returning anytime soon, or at least that is what you could hear by your constantly straining over the balcony. You had almost fallen that day until Loki had the idea to keep your ankle literally shackled so that you had room to roam anywhere until you are stopped just near the edge.
Prisoner.
You beat a fist against the railing in frustration, hating how your life has turned out, how the one you loved has obsessively locked you away for nothing but to hear him vent and fuck. In another life perhaps, you would be happy with that. Making love and sharing your hearts to each other. Yet a whole different perspective opens up when you find yourself limited with the feeling of choice being ripped away.
