Rightful Place (Loki Fan-fiction)

Chapter Nine

*Little heads up. After the prologue chapter, in the chapter about Loki escaping, it said 100 years later. That was a complete typo. It was suppose to say 1,000 years later. It's fixed now, okay, continue on with your little mortal lives.*

The days of watching Rheda were long and tedious. Every shift that Erica took was a living hell for her, and for Loki it was nothing but fun and games. He quite enjoyed learning little by little about this strange woman named Rheda. He never got as much as he had desired, but he definitely received more than he expected.

So far, Loki had found out that Rheda was once a great warrior. She had fought in numerous amounts of battles and had seen much action. She had mentioned that a long time ago, when she was nearly five centuries old, a great battle had occurred. So strong that it nearly destroyed all of Muspelheim. This battle led to multiple amounts of deaths, including her mother's.

Loki had noticed that whenever Rheda mentioned or talked about her mother, which wasn't often, she always had such sadness within her voice. Yet at the same time, she seemed to be happiest when speaking about her. Loki couldn't quite wrap his head around how much both Rheda and himself had in common. It scared him how much they were alike, terrified him actually. The thought that there was another version of himself in the universe was, in fact, not at all a comforting thought.

It was yet again Loki's turn to watch over Rheda. And like always, Erica was most pleased to escape her sister's presence. She quickly scurried off to who knows where, leaving Loki and Rheda alone once more.

Ever since his first visit, he had always chosen to sit on the bench that he had sat upon during his very first rodeo with Rheda. Siting in the same spot every time caused him to be a bit more comfortable in the tight and dark cell that he always seemed to find himself in. As he took a seat, he glanced around the room to find that Rheda was seated in a dark corner. She looked to be sleeping, but Loki knew better.

"You do not fool me, Lady Rheda." Loki spoke, hoping to get a reaction out of her. She simply chuckled, which was not exactly the reaction that he was searching for.

"I do not wish to fool you, oh Loki of Jotenheim. I simply desire to rest my weary eyes."

"And why couldn't you have done so with Erica? You know how much I just love to talk." Rheda slightly opened her eyes and took a quick glimpse of Loki. She was indeed tired, with people constantly watching her, she hadn't really gotten much sleep. Rheda still had not found it in her to trust either Loki or Erica.

"Because, she might have killed me in my sleep." Loki let out a hardy laugh, like an actual true and genuine laugh. It kind of startled Rheda at first, to hear him laugh. She didn't even know that he was actually even capable of producing such a noise.

"Why do you laugh at my words? Do they really amuse you so?"

"In a sense, yes, I just can't see a petite and innocent woman such as Erica murdering someone." Rheda glanced down at her feet. He really was clueless wasn't he.

"Well, don't let her looks fool you. She isn't as innocent as she comes off to be. Now, petite, that is a whole different story." After chuckling for a moment, both Loki and Rheda found themselves in pure silence. They both slightly enjoyed silence, but not this type. It was awkward and unexpected, and left both of them feeling uneasy and a tad bit nervous.

What had caused this said awkward silence was beyond both of them. Neither of them were enjoying it, but neither one of them knew how to end it.

"Well, this is what happens when you put two socially awkward sociopaths in the same room, alone." Rheda said, breaking the silence. Loki smirked at her words.