Prisoner (Loki Fanfic)

Chapter Two

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Chapter Two

I spent the rest of that day reading out loud to her, her back to me the entire time. I knew she was listening because of little movements she would make every once in awhile in accordance to whatever was happening in the story.

Those little movements made me smile for some unknown reason, or maybe I did know and just didn't want to admit it. Whatever the reason, those little movements felt like rewards, like a reason to continue reading and not just give up.

I didn't mind that the prisoners seemed to be listening along with her. To me it felt like it was just me and her and a wall keeping us apart.

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(Heimdall's POV)

I had noticed a change in Loki as soon as the girl had arrived, but I thought nothing of it at the time.

Now, however, it seemed a more significant change. They seemed to be growing closer and in such a time that I knew I had to inform the Allfather.

Two guards escorted me, both at each of my sides, as I entered the large throne room.

Odin stood when he saw me, a slight look of concern crossing his features,

"What news bring you, Heimdall."

I kneeled down to one knee to my king, before looking up at him. "I bring news of Loki, my king."

Odin gave one heavy nod, "continue."

I wasted no time, "He seems to be growing closer to the newest occupant of our prisons."

He seemed to mull this over for a moment before responding, "it matters not."

"But, my king if he-"

I was cut off mid sentence by Odin's booming voice.

"Her time here is short. It matters not if Loki grows close to her. They can do nothing with barriers between them."

And with those words the conversation was to put to rest. I gave a nod, and stood once again giving another bow to my king before turning away.

I already knew this was not going to end well.

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(Back to Loki's POV)

I heard it during her second night in the prison. I had been sleeping, but not heavily by any means, so it didn't take much to wake me.

The sound had been so soft I doubt anyone else heard it. I sat up and glanced around my now darkened cell.

After a moment, I realized where it was coming from. I turned my gaze toward her cell.

She was weeping.

I could see her leaning against the wall her head buried in her arms held up by her knees which were folded to her chest.

I watched her and listened to soft sound not sure what I should do. What could I do?

"Are you alright?" I spoke in a some what loud whisper, so as to not draw attention to ourselves.

She lifted her head to glance my way and for some reason my heart skipped a beat. I could make out her smooth seemingly perfect features through the darkness stretching out between us.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle with out any light to aid there gleam, maybe it was because they where full of tears. I wasn't sure, but whatever it was made me see her differently.

I had been so curious about the story on the inside, I never took the time to appreciate the beauty of the cover.

"I'm fine." Her voice startled me out of my thoughts for the moment, bringing me back to the conversation at hand.

"Your obviously not, or you wouldn't be waking me up with your incessant whining." As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them.

She just watched me a moment almost like she was waiting for me to correct what I had said. When I didn't she buried her face in her arms once again utter so soft I barely caught it, "I'm sorry."

Her apology made me feel even worse about it, so I sighed and whispered back, "No its I who should be sorry. I was rude and I apologize."

I watched her for what felt like forever, waiting for her to say anything, but she didn't and I wondered if she'd heard me.

She wiped her eyes before looking back at me, "you've been so kind reading to me for no conceivable reason," She paused to wipe her eyes again, "the least I can do is let you sleep."

I chuckled softly, and stood up walking to the barrier, wishing I just comfort her for some unknown reason. All I could do was try to comfort her with my words.

I had never been very good at this, so I blurted without much thought, "I like your voice. Why don't talk to me more?"

She smiled.

She really smiled, and at me. I smiled back enjoying the warmth and beauty of her small grin.

As fast as the glorious smile had appeared it disappeared, however.

"There's really no point." She looked down obviously saddened by something.

I furrowed my brow in thought, "What do you mean?"

She didn't look up as she uttered the dreadful confession, "I'm waiting for death."