A prisoner joins Loki in the Asgardian dungeon. Someone with a past almost as tumultuous as his own.
Content Warning: Angst, Strong Language, Mature Themes.
Highest Ranking: #54 in Thor.
"For goodness sake, I am perfectly capable of walking in a straight line." An angry voice reverberated off of the frigid stone that made up the length of the hallway leading to the prison cells.
"I swear, if you keep manhandling me I will find a way to get out of these cuffs and break every one of your tiny, little fingers."
Loki glanced up with real interest now. He was accustomed to prisoners having issues with the way the guards treated them but this was a whole other level.
What struck him was the person's choice of words, they were incredibly specific. And from their tone, Loki believed they had every intent to follow through with their threat, were they given an opportunity.
Few criminals had been sent to the dungeon since his imprisonment; he had suspicions that this had been done on purpose as part of his punishment. It made him wonder what severity of crime they had committed to necessitate this level of security.
The stomp of boots and the clink of the guards' armour got louder and louder.
A woman was dragged into view, fury burning in her eyes with an acute intensity that could be seen even in the gloom of her surroundings.
They stopped outside the cell opposite to Loki's, removed her restraints and unceremoniously pushed her inside. Before she could recover herself, the gaping hole at the front of her new home began to grow a veil of gold. It shimmered and pulsed between transparent and translucent, almost like a golden waterfall.
Up until this point, Loki had never had a fellow prisoner this close to his own cell before so the presence of another person was annoyingly interesting. He watched her in his peripheral vision. She was staring at the barrier blocking her freedom and was soon approaching it for further inspection. With outstretched fingers, she inched her hand forward.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Her head snapped up, finding the source of the warning instantly. The expression on her face questioned why.
"The pain would be unimaginable."
She retracted her hand immediately.
Visna turned away, eyes widening when she suddenly realised who the person in the cell opposite was.
"Well, at least he won't judge you." She thought.
Two hands rubbed sharp ministrations across her scalp to try and clear this recent addition to the maelstrom of thoughts in her head. Her priority needed to be on her present predicament.
There was going to be no easy way of escaping this. Up until her recent capture, escaping had been something she had never failed in accomplishing.
Why had she made an attempt at theatricality? She should have left as soon as things were over.
She should never have known this cell. Hindsight was such a frustrating possession to own.
Pacing up and down, she began to feel the suffocation of entrapment setting in.
She had never felt anything like it before. At no point had her freedom been taken from her so comprehensively. Physical symptoms began to manifest. A pressure built in her thorax. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to overflow.
"No." She admonished internally.
Confinement could not break her this easily. She needed her strength; there would be no way of getting out of here without it.
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The position that the woman was sitting in told Loki that she was starting to break.
She was leaning sideways against the left hand wall, head on the stone, hands clasped together. One could have been forgiven for thinking that she was simply resting however, her wide, unblinking eyes told a different story.
Loki knew what her stare signified. He had seen that look in so many eyes, something that he was able to inspire all too easily.
It was fear.
Undiluted, all-consuming fear.
Her blue eyes swam with tears, reaching a point where they threatened to overflow. A single tear escaped and ran slowly down her face. Her hands balled into fists. In a single second, all the fear had dissipated and left in its place was anger.
Loki couldn't precisely ascertain who this anger was directed towards but he had a feeling that it was meant for herself as a result of her emotional display.
She stopped leaning against the wall and instead sat completely upright with her legs crossed. With her emotions now in check, a peaceful expression swept over her features and she closed her eyes.
After a few minutes, Loki realised that there was no point in watching her for the foreseeable future.
He withdrew into his own mind and allowed himself to drift aimlessly through his thoughts. They continued to settle on his mother. Loki tried to push them away as they brought up a considerable amount of melancholy.
Despite knowing that he was not Frigga's biological son, he was unable to see her as anything other than his mother. He truly missed her and coming to terms with his separation from her was proving difficult.
He endeavoured to think of something else but soon found that there was no point; there was a reason that Frigga was on his mind. It was probably best to embrace it until it passed.
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A/N:So, here it is, the first chapter of my Loki fanfiction. This was inspired by a dream I had a few years ago that has just been waiting to be finished. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Please let me know what you initially think of Visna, I would love to hear your thoughts.
