Love is stronger than rage (Loki fanfic)

outward and inward change 7

Carefully I made my way to Loki's room, quite certain that I was not allowed to see him. I didn't think the punishment could get any worse but still I didn't need to aggravate things further.

I knocked and he bid me to enter. A smirk appeared on his face on seeing me. "How lucky I am that such a fair maiden has lost her way and strayed into my chambers," Loki's voice was silky.

"Loki cut it out it's not funny." I was still hoping he was only joking with me. A slight frown appeared on his face. "It is prince Loki for you, my Lady!" his voice had a dangerous edge to it now. Still I tried once more. "Loki please, I'm serious, you do know me, don't you?"

"My Lady, as fair as you are to look at, I don't appreciate the lack of respect you are showing and ask that you leave my chamber immediately, otherwise, I find myself forced to call the guards." Loki's ice cold voice cut straight into my heart. He didn't remember me!

I looked at him for another minute still hoping for a glimpse of recognition. I could imagine what he was thinking about this disrespectful lady in his room, it would be quite an issue for him as he anyways suffered from thinking that people don't respect him, so I knew it wasn't wise to prolong my stay.

I turned and left, my heart burning like hell. As fast as I could I made for my room. Here I stood rooted to the spot for quite some time my mind working over time. I considered hiding somewhere in Asgard so I could still be close to Loki, but I knew that it was impossible to hide from Odin. He had ways to find me. I would have to go, there was nothing to it. But I would return. Odin had said until further notice. Who knows maybe that further notice was not too far into the future.

But until then I would go and live on Valtakuntaun, the realm of the forgotten. I chose Valtakuntaun, as it was inhabited with fugitives and outcasts, with inhabitants that didn't belong anywhere and or were not welcome anywhere else. Creatures such as myself as of now. I wanted to make a big statement with this. I was aware that it could possibly be quite dangerous for me, but even that was welcome. My soul was so ripped that I needed extreme, I needed to do something out of the box.

To start, I took scissors and went over to the big oval mirror that was fastened to my wall. I stood for a while examining myself in a way I had never done before. I suppose it was true, I was beautiful strange I had never paid much attention to it. Then I took my long wavy golden hair and started to cut it all off until only a short spiky mess was left. This was the right style for my new self but not enough. I wanted to tear the beauty of me that had caused me so much distress. To do so, I had to go into the city, though.

I rang my bell to call Thalia to assist me. Thalia was my maid, but she was really more a friend than a servant. She had been with me since I was 11 years old. I've missed Thalia and it was good to see her again. But the look on her face was horror-stricken. "M..i.i..s what have you done," she stammered pointing at my head.

"Hello Thalia," I say my voice drained of emotions. She hurried over to me and hugged me. "You must be so upset," her voice was kind and caring now. "I don't agree, I can't believe you and Loki are not allowed to be together! I have never seen a love so strong!" She knew, she understood, I wanted to cry and let it all out, but I didn't, I needed to stay focused. I gently pushed her away. "Thalia, things are not as they should be in my life right now and I am not sure how I am to cope with it jet. I need you to stay here, please and should anybody came looking for me, Frigga or Thor or anybody else, I am going into the city, but I will return shortly."

She nodded and I threw over a cape with a hood so I could disguise myself. Then I headed for the city. But my feet took me towards Loki's chamber. I was still hoping. I saw him standing in the hallway gazing out of the window, his whole stance sad, lonely and lost.

Quietly I moved up to him. I was a little afraid but also desperate. "Loki," I half whispered. He turned around and there was recognition in his face but not the kind of recognition I had hoped for. "You again, didn't I make myself clear? You infuriate me greatly... Guards...." he called the guards that were standing not to far away. They hurried along eager to obey the prince. "Guards, take this woman and guard her out of the palace and out of my side," for the last bit he raised his voice. The guards looked puzzled. "But Prince Loki this is the Lady Ariana." Loki got even more angry, so I said, "Just do as he asks you too." And they saw the sense in that and guided me along, it was not wise to upset Loki, especially lately.

I left the puzzled guards standing at the palace gates and hurried into the streets of the city. I had to get to the royal tattoo artist. I sort of knew how to get there, but it had been a while ago when we, the royal family had gone to the tattoo artist to have Loki's traditional tattoos done. Every boy had to have them done when they entered the age of 15 such was the tradition, including the royal offspring. It was part of her rite from boyhood to manhood

I did manage to find the place though and entered. The tattoo artist called Ragnok, was maybe Odin's age and had fought in the battle against the frost giants, an injured leg was troubling him ever since, he shoveled over towards me. Due to my cape, the man didn't recognize me immediately. "How may I help you, my lady," he inquired, it was not unusual for women in Asgard to obtain a tattoo. I let down the hood. He gasped and bowed. "My princess forgive me I didn't recognize you."

"I need you to make me a tattoo," I requested,"I desire a black snake slithering across my face."