Loyal

~Chapter 6~

You were dragged away, one guard holding each arm, pulling you across the castle.

As you were exiting the room, you catch a glimpse of  Thor's face. It was the look of pure shock and fear. You've never seen such a horrific face in your life. You instantly feel guilty and ashamed.

Thor... I am so sorry.

You start to think about how much he cared for you. Cared for you more than your neighbors or anyone else. Maybe he loved you...

Maybe you loved him back...

As you exited the room, the doors shut behind you and you see Thor stand up, near tears.
"(Y/N)!" He shouts before he was cut off in the middle of the word by doors. You immediatley hear screams and loud arguments follow.

You feel a wave of heart break come over you as you were dragged by the guards in the silent castle, only the footsteps of the guards and your heels dragging were heard. You were then brought down some stairs and through a set of doors.

Into a surprisingly huge and dark room. To the left and to the right were rows and rows of jail cells. They weren't guarded by bars, though. Rather by this weird yellow holographic-looking screen.

This is made for the really strong and powerful people..

You see an empty cell, and you suspect that is where you were going. You were escorted, almost thrown into the cell, and the screen turned on behind you. The guards leave. In the cell were a rug, with a bed and a sofa and a table.

Actualy rather nice for a prison.

You stand up and walk to the couch and bed. You sit on the brown leather couch, surprised to find a few books next to it on the table. You pick one up.
"Asgardian Folklore" You read quietly to yourself as you brush your fingers against the spine of the book. You open to a random page and see its written in all Agsardian language.
You giggle to yourself. "It will take some time for me to learn Asgardian."

"It isn't really that hard once you learn the simple parts of speech." You hear a voice speak from the cell next to you.

You jump, of course not expecting an answer to your statement. You look up to see who was the sorce of the sound.

There stood a man, dressed in black and green leather, gold around his neck and wrists. His hair was long and black, falling perfectly to his shoulders. He looked at you with almost comforting eyes, green as the trees in a pine forest. His face was expressionless, yet it seemed to smile.

You instantly knew who it was.

Loki...?

You try to control your excitement, but you drop the book on the table and it falls over, you walk to pick it up, and knock over the table it was on, and all of the other books fell over, sprawled all over the floor. You try to recover your mistakes by sitting on the sideways flipped table, crossing your legs, putting one hand on your hip and the other behind your head. "Totally meant to do that."

Loki giggled. "There is no need to hide your faults."

Your heart flutters as he speaks. He is just like you pictured he would be, but even better. You blushed and stood up.

"What is your name?" He spoke in his usual extravagant voice.

"I'm (y/n). I-I'm not from around here."

"I figured as much." Loki replied with a slight grin.

Am I actually talking to Loki? Of Asgard? The guy of my dreams??