Unworthy

Chapter 3.2

It was near the end of the war between the Frost Giants and Asgardians, it seemed like all is at a loss for Jotunhem and their maniacal reign of terror would soon come to an end. The little frozen over ball of dirt would once again recognize peace. But somewhere beyond the far reaches of the battlefield resided the tyrant king and a lowly woman. A small child nuzzled in her arms as she paced back and forth before the colossal man. Laufey watched with beady red eyes her strut with ferocity in every step. Anger worked it's on his features before he spoke.

"I don't care where it came from, it's an abomination get rid of it. It is nothing more than a product of war and a slave wrench."

"How could you say such things? It is your son! You think I intentionally wanted to bear a child to you, because if you did you would be sorely mistaken. You are a cruel uncaring man and you will get what you deserve. How could you even call yourself a king when you would openly abandon such an innocent creature that has no means of protecting itself? How do you expect to fight with that same ideal? Without heart you can never expect to be victorious."

Laufey struck the prideful woman standing her ground, child in hand. Although her cheek swelled and grew red in pigment, her expression never faltered. She turned her head back around to face her assailant and looked as if she was about to spit back in his face but held down the urge. She narrowed her brow before speaking once again.

"You know what Laufey you will lose this war. A king without emotion could never bend the will his own troops let alone care for his own flesh and blood. You are an idiotic king and you will fall at the foot of Asgard."

"Why do you care so much for the child of the so called king you hate so much?"

"He is mine and he is beautiful even if he shares the same blue hue as you monsters. No matter his blood he is of Asgard just as I am."

"Glad you're willing to do so much for the product of someone you despise." He said before moving closer to the woman, if looks could kill hers would have disintegrated him by now.

"Go to hell Laufey." She said in a venomous tone, the latter only smiling in retort before strolling out of the room, slamming the door as he exited. Her expression softened, all of the tension seemed to leave with Laufey. She glanced down at the infant snuggling in her arms and smiled. In her eyes he was perfect; a healthy, beautiful baby boy whom appeared so trusting and innocent was almost too much for her. It wouldn't be easy for him, being the product of cruelty and near hatred.

But she was determined to protect her child with her very life, even if the world turned its back on him. He was so small and fragile almost the opposite of a Frost Giant, is little eyes hadn't even opened yet. A content smile remained on his face as she slowly rocked him back in his arms. She placed a light kiss on his forehead. He shuttered as the unexpected contact and repositioned himself, nuzzling further into her.

"You are mine Loki, and you are precious. Always remember that mommy loves you."

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Loki woke up on the floor of an unknown vessel gasping for breath, his head continued to pound even with the return of oxygen in his lungs. For moment he lied there, allowing his strength to return to his still form. His subconscious thoughts faded in his waking form, the dream became that just a dream. It grew more distant now being replaced by the suddenly new environment. He cracked his eyes open slightly, attempting to place a picture to the cold metal floor and artificial atmosphere. 'Where?..'

He was alone in a little room. It was barren, no windows or nothing just a little solid box with a small almost invisible camera hidden in the corner. It focused on the stirring man slowly picking himself off the floor. He propped himself up with his arms however weak they may be.

His eyes remained unfocused. He blinked rhythmically in order to alter his vision. He huffed deep breathes in order to keep himself from hyperventilating. An unknown place could really make someone fall into a panicked state. Perhaps it wouldn't be as bad as seemingly falling to their deaths and suffocating in utter nothingness. The room was chilly and smelled faintly of decay, the scent burned his nostrils.

He was able to force himself to a sitting position and tired to calm his heavy breathing. This allowed his eyes some time to focus on his surroundings. He wondered what in the world was causing that foul stretch. It seemed like a box or actually more along the means of a cage. There was nothing else in the room other than his own warm body.

The wall farthest from him was covered in very distinguishable blood. It coated part of the floor and seemed to spray along the side up to the ceiling. He could imagine the force needed to drive such heavy sprays up against the wall. Someone must have really hated whoever else was in here before him. From the looks of it they just about decapitated someone with the force to drive a home run and then some.