A Beautiful and Twisted Mind (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Authors Note: This is my first Loki fanfiction and I'm new to using Wattpad. So I hope you enjoy. Comments and votes would be great. I'll update every chance I get!

 My eyes fluttered open. Where was I?

I couldn’t remember anything but shooting pain and the sounds of screams. I squeezed my eyes shut again but behind my eyelids I see flashes of myself falling into a void. I groaned in pain and opened my eyes again. This time, I saw where I was. I was lying on the floor of a palace and I was surrounded by guards the size of trees with long hair, clad in armor, and abnormally pretty faces.

“Where are you from? How did you get here?” the guard directly above me asked.

I took in his appearence. He had brown hair poking from underneath his helmet, dark brown eyes, and a jawline that could cut a diamond. I tried to find words but nothing came out. I didn’t know either answer. I’m not sure I knew much of anything right now. 

I only made a small gasping noise in response and felt myself get pulled up by the arm.

“Take her to the dungeons until she tells us where she came from!” a loud voice from somewhere behind me demanded.

I tried to struggle free from the guard’s grip and find the source of the voice but I was starting to feel woozy. I felt like I was in slow-motion and suddenly; everything went black.

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When I awoke this time; I was in a cell with glass walls. There were other cells across from me with strange looking creatures residing in them. I looked around, trying to make sense of all this. I seemed to be alone on this side until my eyes caught movement to the right of me.

I turned to see the most beautiful man my eyes have ever seen. I stared at him without meaning to. His eyes caught mine and I instantly looked away.

“See something interesting mortal?” the man asked.

His voice was cold and full of spite... but oddly alluring. His face was lean and pale. His green eyes melted through me. His raven colored hair was long and a bit unruly. He was clad in a green tunic, black pants, and black boots. He had this sharp intense appeal to him but looked as if he had been through something traumatic. 

And still, he was beautiful.

“I….” I tried to speak but it just wasn't working. 

The man scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Ignorant human. Tell me, what brings you here?” he asked.

Finding the fact that I couldn't even remember my name sickly amusing, I laughed a bit.

“I don’t know” I answered.

The man raised an eyebrow.

“Odd thing to find funny” he noted.

His voice was cooling down from it's orginal spite. He almost seemed amused himself.

“Would you not find it amusing if you were in a jail cell when you don’t even remember your name?” I asked, a little bit of attitude coming out. 

The man lifted from his sitting position and took a step towards the glass separating us.

“You honestly have no idea what you’re doing here?” Why was he so interested in why I was there? Why is he here?

“Sweetheart, I don’t know anything” I said.

The man flinched and his face twisted into disgust.

“Don’t you dare speak to me in such a manner. You are beneath me.”

I was the one who scoffed now.

“Is that so? Then why are you here if you're so much better than me? Who are you that you're so great?” 

He turned his back towards me.

“I am Loki. I am a God, a rightful king, and a prisoner of Asgard in the palace where I should rule.”

At the mention of the name "Asgard", my head started to pound. Something was nagging at my gut.

My hands flung to my head and I tried to massage my temples.

Pain started to overtake me and I yelped.

I looked up through foggy eyes to see Loki looking at me, absolutley bewildered.

Then I fell to the ground and passed out.

My brain was buzzing. I could something prodding around in my mind.

I groaned loudly.

“Be still.”

I froze at the sound of Loki's voice.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I… I feel odd” I answered.

It was silent for a moment. I kept my eyes closed because I wasn't ready to see him again.

“Would it help if I told you I know your name?” he finally asked. 

Now was the time I decided to get up.

Loki was sitting down in his cell with his back resting against the far wall and looking at me.

“How do you know my name?” I questioned.

Loki got back to his feet.

“I was in your head” he answered with a shrug.

Oh right, that's so normal.

He turned away from me and sat on a futon that seemed to appear out of thin air.

I waited for him to say something but after a few minutes of him just sitting there, I lost my patience.

“Will you tell me?” 

Loki looked on and made a thinking noise from his throat. This "god" was really annoying.

A bout of aggrivation came out of me and I screamed for him to tell me.

He sat up and cocked his head.

“Oh, feisty now are we?”

I sighed; narrowing my eyes and pursing my lips. 

“What an unbecoming look on a lady."

“Tell me now you arrogant prick!”

I was on my feet now, right at the glass.

Loki gaped at me for outburst.

“Well… if you think you can speak to me like that and me tell you what you desire, you are very wrong. I will tell you when I see fit. If I ever do. In the meantime, hold your tongue in front of me you mewling quim."

I spun around and crossed my cell.

I have had enough of him for one day.

I sat down in a corner and curled into myself. Neither of us spoke another word.

I heard him eventually fall into sleep and soon after, I did as well.