Rightful Place (Loki Fan-fiction)

Chapter Eight

            Erica sat in the same position that she had been in for the past few hours. She wasn't quite sure how long she had been there, considering that there was no way of keeping track of time in this cell. Erica began to wonder why her sister hadn't gone mad yet. Or perhaps she had and that was just her being her normal self. Erica mentally slapped herself for thinking such rude thought. Right before she could scold herself, she heard someone at the door. Erica bolted up and waited for the person to enter, hoping, no praying that it would be Loki coming to take her place.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she saw that her wish had come true. Erica quickly ran over towards him and lightly touched his arm. She looked him deep in the eyes, an Loki just stared at her strangely. Unsure about what her plans were and what she was going to do next.

"Good luck." Erica said as she shoved passed him and shut and locked the door behind her. Loki stood there, a bit bewildered and confused, but quickly regained himself and lifted his head so that he could look Rheda straight in the eyes. But, to Loki's surprise, Rheda was not even sparing him a small glance or bit of attention. It was as if he wasn't even in the room. Whatever happened to the fierce and brave Rheda that he somehow tolerated? He took a quickly, but small step towards her, still she continued to hang her head, avoiding him. Loki arched his eyebrow at her, confused about what was going on inside her head. Why not have a quick peak?

Loki closed his eyes and focused on the little magic that he had left. Since Odin took away what he thought to be all of Loki's magic, his powers were very weak and hard to control. As Loki began to seep into her very thoughts, the first thing that he felt was power. He had absolutely no clue whether it was dark or light power, where it came from, or whether or not Rheda was even aware of the power that she supposedly possessed. Loki dug deeper to find that he was being blocked, but by what?

"Get out." Rheda said, suddenly knocking Loki out of her mind. He shook his head slightly and then looked back at her, but this time she was indeed staring right back at him. But not at all with a kind or even smirking face, it was more of a scowling, evil look. "And stay out." Loki took a step towards her so that they were now merely two feet apart from each other. "One more step and I swear I will tear you to shreds." Rheda said with malice in her voice that warned him that she was serious, but since when did Loki listen to warnings? Heck, since when did Loki listen to anything other than his own voice in the back of his head?

"Feisty, and yet, so fearful." Loki said as he reached his hand out towards her face. Before Loki could even get within an inch distance to her face, Rheda squinted her eyes and suddenly, Loki was blown away from her and toward the stone wall. Loki hit it with tremendous force, but of course not enough force to take out the almighty 'god of mischief.' He quickly arose and focused on Rheda. "Now we are getting somewhere." He said with pleasure and mischief within his deep and beautiful voice.

"I did warn you. Plus, you called me weak. I do not react well to being called weak." Loki chuckled, which startled Rheda ever so slightly. Why was he chuckling?

"I noticed." Loki stayed a fair amount of distance from her, learning his lesson, to some degree, and sat upon the bench were Erica once sat. "Let's talk." Rheda rolled her eyes, she hated talking. It was a waste of air and her time.

"About?" Loki smirked, causing Rheda to growl at him. She hated it when people were cocky and self obsessed, and that was exactly how Loki came off as. Of course, she would give him somewhat of a chance to prove her wrong, but he was already off to a bad start. First impressions were everything to Rheda. If you got on her bad side right from the start, you were going to stay there until she passed beyond this life.

"Well, many things. But I think, let's start with me asking you how and why you have so much power, and then you are going to answer me." Rheda stood there, staring at the man that sat in front of her. Who did he think he was? Yes, he was the king, and yes he was the Promised one, but did that make him better than her? No, absolutely not. "So, how and why do you have so much power?"