Rightful Place (Loki Fan-fiction)

Chapter Four

"What do you mean the one who sent me here? No one sent me here. It was by mistake that I even came to this cursed land!" Loki said, heat rising to his cheeks as he began to grow angered. He wasn't sure why exactly he was losing his temper, he just knew that he was.

"You have given me no answers! I want answers! Why am I here? Where am I? Who brought me here? And for what purpose?!" The woman stood her ground and simply stared at him. She knew that this was going to come sooner or later, it always does.

"Tell me!" Loki screamed, almost in tears. It scared the woman, seeing him this way, but also caused her to pity the man.

"You must have gone through much sorrow in your life." Loki clenched his fists in rage.

"That wasn't the answer that I wanted. I would appreciate it very much so if you would simply answer my questions instead of telling me what I am or who you think I am."

"Do you desire the truth, Loki, son of Laufey?" Loki stood there, panting, waiting for her to continue on.

"I can't give you the answers that you seek. I don't know who you really are, or why you are even here. I simply know that you are supposed to be here, here in the realm of Muspelheim." Loki furrowed his eyebrows together in pure and utter confusion. Suddenly, the doors opened, causing both Loki and the woman to stop and stare in the direction of the entrance.

"I can't tell you, but the one you sent you here can." As Loki continued to gaze at those who entered through the door, he noticed something very out of the ordinary and unexpected.

     There stood in front of him, five guards, and a hooded figure secured in chains between them. The chains were placed around the ankles, wrists, and neck of the person. They then ran down to the floor and stopped, connecting to five different wooden beams, which the guards were holding. Apparently this, what looked to be a prisoner, could neither be looked upon nor touched.

     What a miserable life.

"The prisoner is here as you requested, madam." One of the guards said, snarling in anger as he said 'prisoner.' The woman slowly walked towards the prisoner. Stopped directly in front of it, she looked at the guards.

"Thank you. You may leave us, now."

"Apologies, madam, but we are under oath to never let this beast out our sight." The woman looked as if she was about to protest, but held her tongue.

"Fine. Loki, this is the one who brought you here and also the one who can give you all of the answers that you desire." Loki gazed upon the hooded figure.

     There was something strange about it. The way its neck and arms seemed to be weighed down by the chains, and yet it still managed to keep a gracefully and angelic stance. But, even though it looked angelic and graceful, it also caused Loki to feel sick to his stomach, as if it was cursed.

     Loki shook his thoughts from his head and took a step towards the creature. He was kind of afraid to find out what this, oh so feared beast was. But at the same time, he was dying to pull the hood right from it's head and see just what lied underneath it.

"Go ahead, Loki." Loki glanced back at the woman and glared at her.

"I am not a child. Therefore, don't treat as if I were one." He said with menace in his voice.

"Oh, but you are, Loki, son of Laufey, adopted son of Odin the Alfather." Loki's eyes widened as he realized that the voice had come from the hooded figure. But what surprised him the most was not the knowledge and words of the creature, but the tone of voice it had, instead. It had a very sweet, kind, and almost trustworthiness to its voice. It was the voice of a woman.