Loki isn't the only one who can teleport people.
He knew that.
What he didn't know was that there existed someone who could match his flare for speech and cunning.
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Loki struggled against the chains around his neck, sharp and cold. He stood in front of Odin, who sat mightily in his throne. Odin had sentenced him to prison, for the rest of his life it seemed. At least he'd get some peace away from Thor and his fathers' constant roaring over battles and banquets. Plus, he still had his illusions to entertain himself, and he could recreate his mother Frigga whenever he wanted.
What he didn't expect was to wake up strapped to an embroidered, soft cushioned chair, and sitting in the middle of what seemed to be a palace bedchamber. He wondered whether it was some sick joke of Thor's, or even his mother, but then he realised that the open window didn't look out onto Asgard, but a completely foreign place. An empty beach, in fact.
Loki tried to turn against the straps, and he suddenly caught the gaze of a women, who was crouching poised behind him. He turned an eyebrow up at her and she stood up, walking past him to a small silver table covered in bottles full of sparkling liquid. "Well, I'm surprised that-," but he was cut off by a sharp blade against his throat.
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"Shut up Silvertongue," she said, her dress flowing slightly from how fast her movement was.
"Why?" Loki asked, almost confused.
"Because I AM TALKING!" she raised voice before swishing away from him again and pocketing the blade.
Loki was silent for a moment, but when she didn't speak again he raised his eyebrows challengingly, "Well?"
"Well, what?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She made him curious because she seemed to have summoned him here for a reason, but now she didn't know where to start.
"I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and i demand-,"
"Don't lie to me Silvertongue, we both know that won't work," she cut him off again, but instead of getting angry she sounded like she was lecturing him.
"And why is that?" Loki asked, tilting his head now to try and gain some insight into why she wanted him.
"Because, Silvertongue, I will beat you at your own game, and how would that stand with your reputation?" she asked, and for the first time Loki saw her face glimmer with a smile.
"Well I'm sure you already noticed, but my reputation is a little hindered by the fact i'm in prison at the current time," Loki said, "Or rather, should be in prison," he added, looking around the room again.
"You know, you're a lot quicker than I thought you'd be," she said after a while, sounding faintly impressed.
"Quicker at what? Getting into prison? Or the banter?" Loki asked, uncontrollably flashing her a cheeky smile that he hadn't had for years.
"Both, actually," she started, circling him slightly in her pale blue gown. "Silvertongue, how did you get in prison?" she asked.
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"It's a long family story, one i'd rather not tell. And why do you keep calling me Silvertongue? You must know my name if you summoned me here," Loki said, challenging her for information.
"Your name isn't important-,"
"I am Loki of Asgard!-,"
"Your name is NOT important," she said, raising her voice again to stop him. For a moment he would have said that he was impressed by her, but he dared not say anything. "Your name is not important. Your name was something that was given to you by someone who didn't love you, who threw you away. And then your name was used against you, by a father who kept you around if only to strengthen his empire by making you a hybrid of both the Asgardians and the Frost Giants," her voice had suddenly turned soft, like she pitied him, "I call you Silvertongue because it is who you are, because that is so much more important than your name."
"Who am I then?" Loki asked, his voice soft too as he realised he might actually be attracted to this girl.
"Someone who doesn't mean very much to me," she said, the corner of her mouth twitching devilishly and her eyes flashing. Literally, flashing. Loki saw the girl's eyes change from a hazel-green colour to a shining gold. He suddenly stopped, surprised by what he had seen. He had suspected the girl was some sort of spunked up Midgardian, but now he realised she might be far more than he expected.
