To Love a Prisoner (Loki x GN!Reader)

Part One- Dark

(Word Count: 2383)

(A/N- Sorry I couldn't get this up sooner! The semester is finally over though so I can write to my heart's- and your heart's- content!

This is how information about you/your OC is going to go in here:
(name) = insert your name
or if it's just of two choices I'll have something like this: God/dess [which would mean God or Goddess; of course, it depends on your gender preference]
Any questions: just ask. :)  I also wrote this for a female before considering it a gender-neutral story so just feel free to point out any annoying gender mistakes if you'd like.)

The underworld was a scary place. Dark, brooding, full of death. But that's what everyone said. Everyone who hadn't been there. Face it, no one wants to go to the underworld. That would mean they were either dead or they were soon to be dead- especially if Hades were to catch them.

But that was why I didn't have any friends. Any living friends, that is. Save my pet serpent, Jormungandr. But he was a baby snake given to me by my father just a few months prior. He'd gotten slightly bigger since then but he was still small for a serpent. He might have been double the length of my arm span. However, he was only so good at listening to my problems and he certainly wasn't one for conversation. He was still a good friend, regardless.

But what did I have to complain about? I was a demigod/dess for crying out loud! But being stuck among the dead for years at a time could really suck the life out of you.

My father had the bright idea of extending my lifespan to live a longer life since I was his favored and prized offspring and all- AKA: his only offspring. What harm were a few more million years in the underworld with my father going to do?

A LOT. A lot of harm.

I hated it. I wanted to visit the mortal world. I wanted to feel the heat of the sun on my skin that hardly got any light as it was. I wanted to be free from this everlasting darkness that I was confined to.

There was a slight hiss from the floor below me and I bent down, rubbing my fingers against Jormungandr's scaled head. I smiled as he slithered up and around my arm until he was comfortably draped around my neck with his head slightly nudging my jaw as if edging me to speak. I lightly laughed, but it wasn't filled with the joy of a good time.

I sighed as I walked from my room and traveled slowly down the hall. With an aimless and depressed spirit, I murmured to Jormungandr, "I don't know what to do. All of my attempts lead me back here. I wish I could live a mortal life. I want to be among the living for once. I want to feel... alive."

"(Name)." I felt a hand reach my shoulder and I immediately stopped walking, knowing exactly who had grasped me. I didn't turn to face him as I was busy keeping the irritation from my face. He, however, continued speaking, "You're not talking about the living again, are you?" He sounded disgusted as he drawled out the word 'living' but he knew this kind of talk was typical of me. "You can't be serious! One thousand years and you would think this place would start to grow on you!"

I turned and grabbed my father's hand, making him drop it to his side like it was limp. I almost growled, "I was only talking to Jormungandr."

"Gee, 1,030 years and you already feel too old to talk to your old man." Hades held his arms out as though questioning me. Which it was useless to question me. He knew very well that I highly detested being there.

"Really? 1,030 years?" I asked in a tone that mocked concern before switching over to sarcasm, "Are you sure it hasn't been longer? I feel more dead than I did when I turned 1,030." I crossed my arms before walking in the opposite direction down the hall.