A Beautiful and Twisted Mind (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

A/N: I know that was kind of a fast start but I promise it'll get better. I have big plans for this story! Comment, vote, tell your friends. I really hope you guys like it!

“No… No…NO!”

I’m trying to hide from the torture but I can’t. He’s in my head and he’s twisting it. I fall to the ground and grab at my hair. I want to scream but the pain is too great to even find my voice. “You’re worthless” someone from above calls out and the sound echoes. I'm able to cry out but the pain doesn’t stop. My body twitches and I think it might just give out.

I awoke with a start. My hair is sticking to my sweaty forehead and my breathing is rapid.

I look over to see Loki peering over the book he’s reading with his eyebrows furrowed.

I don’t bother to speak.

I turn away again and stare at the white wall. He told me to hold my tongue so I will.

I looked at that white wall and tried to remember where I had been before waking up on Asgard.

Everything was so hazy. I only saw faceless people and the blurred edges of a life I must have had.

Why can’t I remember?

I groaned in frustration and leaned my forehead against the wall.

“You were troubled in your sleep” I heard Loki’s voice call out.

I turned my head a bit.

“You noticed?” Sarcasm was my best friend when it came to talking to Loki.

He scoffed and dropped the conversation.

I went back to staring at the wall.

I just wanted to remember something. My name would be great. But that bastard won’t tell me.

I stand up and start to pace. How can a person stay sane in a place like this? Maybe that’s what’s wrong with Loki. How long had he been here? What did he do? Some “god” he was to be put away in jail. I think I hate him.

Even though he’s beautiful.

Ugh, I wish I'd stop thinking that.

But he can get into my mind. He can help me. There was no way I was going to ask him but… I needed to.

I needed to know my name and where I came from.

I closed my eyes and sighed. This was going to be an internal battle that lasted awhile. 

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Me and Loki never spoke.

Three days passed by and he would read and I would sit and think.

I'd go to sleep, have more nightmares, wake up, sit in silence, and repeat.

We would glance at each other and occasionally he would mumble.

I  hated how badly I began to want to speak to him. I was just tired of the silence.

It was my fifth day in the cell when Loki finally spoke. I was sitting against the wall with my eyes closed.

“Alia Winter.”

My eyes opened and I found myself on my feet.

“What?”

Loki rolled his eyes before continuing.

“Your name is Alia Winter” he said again.

Just like when he said Asgard before, an ache started thumping in my head and I fell against the wall.