A Beautiful and Twisted Mind (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

A/N: This is when it starts getting good. Please read, comment, and vote!

Loki snorted. “You will not get it. You don’t deserve it” he said bitterly. “But Loki… you saw that! I don’t know what’s happening and you’re the only one I know who can help me!” I screamed. Loki threw his hand up.

“I do not help insufferable mortals like you!”

“I’M NOT MORTAL! I’M ASGARDIAN!”

Loki was in attention now. “What?” he asked. My eyes scanned over him. His eyes were hard slits, his mouth in a tight line, his jaw was tense. He looked menacing… and gorgeous. It’s a shame that such beauty is wasted on a foul personality.

“I said… I’m from Asgard. That’s what Eir told me” I explained. Loki’s face scrunched. He sighed. “All the more reason to not help you. I am an outcast among these people. And now there’s just one more who will soon realize she shouldn’t look in my direction.” There was something in Loki’s voice that wasn’t anger but anguish. He sounded wounded.

I touched the glass between us and hung my head. I needed to know why I was able to teleport myself. I needed to understand all of this. And if Loki wouldn’t help me, Frigga could. But I wasn’t ready to call for her. I felt sick from my 'journey' and lay down in the cell floor. “Loki?” I half hoped he hadn’t heard me. Or that he would ignore me. “Yes?” he asked. “What do I look like?” I asked. “At the moment, like an oaf in the floor.”

I laughed beside myself. “I mean it… What do I look like? I…I don’t remember” I hadn’t thought of it much but it was true. It was one of the memories that was clouded on the edges. I only recall dark hair. I could hear Loki breathing. “You look like an Asgardian” he said quietly. I turned around to question him but Loki was lying down and I couldn’t see his face. I let it go and hoped it wasn’t an insult. My eyes felt heavy. But before I could fall asleep, Herco was at my cell.

“The queen requests your presence” he said. “No snide comment?” I asked. He simply looked on and let down the cell wall. I lifted myself from the ground and saw Loki standing erect with his eyes wide. I shook my head and left with Herco behind me, hands to himself. What was going on?

I entered Frigga’s chambers not knowing what to expect. But this wasn’t it. She was beautiful. She had golden hair that fell down her back like a waterfall. She was wearing a blue dress with gold accents and she had large golden wrist bands on. She had welcoming blue eyes like Thor. But something about the smile on her face reminded me of Loki, even though I knew they weren’t truly related. They were close though. I knew that. Frigga had taught Loki magic. More knowledge and no knowledge of where it was coming from. Frigga motioned for me to sit. “Hello Lady Winter” she greeted me. “Hello Your Majesty” I spoke timidly. “I always hate to jump right into things but would you please explain this situation from your point of view? I’m afraid my eldest son and my husband aren’t very helpful”

“I remember falling. I felt pain all over and I was screaming. When I opened my eyes, I was here, in the throne room. I couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t remember my name, what I look like, where I’m from, or how I got here. I was shuffled off into the dungeons where I met… Loki. I’ve been forced into talking to Odin who wanted to beat the truth out of me even though he has it. Thor saved me from that. I was taken to Eir. She told me you could help me but at first, I didn’t like the idea. She also told me I’m of Asgard. And all I’ve figured out other than that is my name is Alia Winter. Loki told me that.”

Frigga leaned back and smiled, despite the fact that I sounded a tad like a looney toon. “My son helped you?” she asked. I shook my head but then made a face. “He doesn’t like me” I told her. “I don’t like him” I added. Frigga covered her mouth to hide her smirk. “I see” she said. I raised an eyebrow. “Do you wish for me to go into your mind and find your memories?” she asked.

I don’t know why but I still wanted that job to be Loki’s. I had to get over that. I nodded. “But maybe tomorrow? I’m tired after… oh! There’s something I forgot. I was trying to escape here. In my mind I mean. And suddenly… I was somewhere else. It was a cave from these nightmares I have. I heard a voice that sometimes is in my head. I was scared so I wanted to be back here. Then I was. I don’t know how it happened” I told her.

Now Frigga was looking at me with the same expression Loki had. “You teleported?” she asked. I shrugged. “I guess.” Frigga clapped her hands together. “You must rest tonight. I will fetch for you in the morning. But before you go, have you still not seen yourself?” she asked.

“No milady. Can I ask you… do I look Asgardian?” I asked. Frigga furrowed her eyebrows. “We all look different my dear girl.” What did Loki mean then? She pursed her lips and took my hand. She led me to a full length mirror and I had to compose myself before I shrieked. My dark hair was falling on my shoulders and looked dirty. My pale skin was tight against my bones and I realized it’d been awhile since I’d eaten. My hazel eyes were kind of dull. The only lively part of me were my lips that remained pink and plump. I wasn’t ugly, just tired looking. And my grey pants were dirty and torn up. My black shirt hardly on me at all.

“Have you not been properly cleaned up since you arrived?” Frigga asked. I recalled Eir scrubbing my skin and brushing my hair but apart from that I had remained the same. “No.” Frigga frowned. “Tomorrow I will have you bathed, fed, and given normal clothes. Then we have things to discuss. I am only sorry you must sleep in the dungeons” Frigga said, dismissing me. I bowed and backed out of her room. Herco greeted me on the other side and we started walking. “Quiet suits you” I told him. I heard a noise that I swear was a laugh. We reached my cell and he just let me walk in. I watched as he left. “Did you speak to my mother?” Loki asked. His eyes looked vulnerable. “I did. I have to go see her again tomorrow.” We said nothing else that night.

LOKI’S POV

I watched as the girl curled up into herself and went to sleep. I contemplated conjuring up another blanket for her but decided against it. She was absolutely insufferable. And now she had met Frigga. No doubt my mother was showing her a kindness Odin would not give. I showed her more kindness then that man even possessed. I was still thinking over how she teleported the way she had. I still think over her nightmares and the things I saw in her head when I was in there. She was being tortured wherever she last was. I believe the nightmares are actually the memories. I wondered if the cave in her dreams was where she went. I groaned. Why was I thinking so much about this pointless girl? I cursed myself. I couldn’t wait for them to figure out her purpose and get her out of here. Dealing with her was a worse punishment than being stuck in chains. Perhaps Odin sent her after all- just to torture me. I ran a hand through my hair and closed my eyes.

“Please help me Loki” she had whispered. She was on the ground, writhing, screaming and crying. I had never seen someone look so helpless. Despite myself, I had to help. I went into her mind and made the tugging in her mind stop. Something was trying to make her remember and doing so painfully. That’s when I realized it’s better for her not to know.

 I sighed. But Frigga would help her. She’d remember and things would fall into place. After that, she’d be gone and I’d be happy. I would no longer have to worry over that worthless piece of flesh. Knowing she was Asgardian only deepened my distaste for her. The sooner she was out of my hair, the better.

A/N: Loki really doesn't like her, does he? From here on, we'll learn a lot more about Alia. I hope you guys like it. Really