Prisoner (Loki Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

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Since the attack the guards seemed to be fewer and the ones who where present seemed to ignore me more then usual. I hadn't heard any news, neither had any of the prisoners, well the few that remained. Everything was still quite chaotic and the guards where most defiantly hiding something.

I was still heart broken over the loss of my only friend, but I keep myself together by reading. Getting lost in the words seemed to give me a shallow since of comfort, but my peace was delicate and I didn't trust it to last long.

Everything reminded me of Siri, even little things that really had nothing to do with her. Even the way I had treated Frigga the last time we spoke made me think of her, of how I so desperately wanted to confide my guilt to her.

All the guilt and grief I was feeling was nothing compared to the anger welling up inside of me, mostly toward Odin, but for now I let it all go and lost myself in my book.

I was reading when a single guard approached me. Standing outside my cell, he just watched me. His nervousness seemed to radiate off him and is what caught my attention as I turned the page. I glanced over to him feeling a sickness begin to creep into my stomach. It was completely unusual for any of the guards to ever stop and talk to me, unless there where some sort of news.

The words fell from the guards mouth quickly, but each one seemed to come out as knives slowly piercing my heart until the weight of them finally sunk in. Frigga... the woman I loved and called my mother for the entirety of my life was dead.

I gave a soft nod to the guard before he left me alone to my grief. I closed my book slowly, running my hand over the the cover before setting it aside. I stood looking around my cell, at everything she had given me. It was my fault in my blind rage I had helped destroy one of the only people who ever truly loved me. If I hadn't told that monster where to go she'd be alive.

Monster. I let the word float in my thoughts until it hit me like a blade, I was the monster. And with that single thought I let my rage loose.

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I couldn't tell you how long I sat there at the back of my cell, with everything in a broken mess around me. I couldn't describe the pain, the hate, the sadness that overwhelmed me, but through all it I felt a spark of hope.

I knew that Odin would be blinded by grief and Thor would be looking for a way to be the hero, but I had heard through the guards whisperings that bi frost had been closed by the allfather's orders. Thor would need me and my paths out of Asgard.

My plan was set and a cunning smirk spread onto my features as I heard him approach. I already had an illusion up so I wouldn't be seen mourning by the others, but I knew Thor would see through it and what lie behind it would seem worse in comparison. 

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Thor's POV

I approached Loki cell as I heard his cunning voice cut through the silence of the prison, "Thor, after all this time and now you come to visit me." He leaned in close to the barrier anger written in his eyes, "Why?"

As he spoke I glanced around his cell and I studied him closely.

"Have to come to gloat? To mock?"

Finally after my inspection of him was complete I spoke up, "Loki, enough." I gave him a stern gaze, "No more illusions."

Loki's eyes widened a moment and finally defeated he let the illusion drop and there sat the man I once called my brother, broken and defeated. His cell was a broken, chaotic, mess, so different from the clean, organized way he liked things.

His hair and clothes where a mess. His foot was bleeding profusely,  although it didn't seem to bother him. It almost hurt to see my little brother this way, but of course he was no longer the brother I once loved so dearly. No he was only a shell of who he'd been.

Loki looked up at him with sad defeated eyes, "Now you see me, brother."

His words shocked me a moment. The fact that he acknowledged me as his brother nearly gave me hope that he was my brother again, but only for second. I keep my eyes locked on him as  slowly walked around to the side barrier to get a closer look at him.

He watched me, looking up at me like he had when we where kids, like he was scared and needed comforting. I remembered doing so when he had nightmares, but now I couldn't. The man before me was no longer that child that needed me.

"Did she suffer?" He looked to me for answers, but I looked away unable to look any longer.

"I did not come here to share our grief." I messed with my sleeves and paced a bit, "Instead I offer you the chance for a far richer sacrament."

I had peeked his interest and he gave a small nod, "Go on."

So I continued, "I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. you help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to. Vengeance and afterward this cell."

Loki glances around then look back to me with a chuckle and letting out a soft breath, "you must be truly desperate to come to me for help."

I smirked softly then paced to the other side again as he asked what I knew he would, "What makes you think you can trust me?"

The question hit hard because I did want to trust more then anything, but reality was I couldn't, not ever. "I don't." I paused before adding what I knew he would respond to, "Mother did."

I could tell that part hit home for him, so I went on. "But you should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere." He looked at me almost a little surprised at my words, "That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, I will kill you."

It took all my strength to get the sour words out, and they left me a bit heart broken because sadly they where true.

Loki watched me obviously in thought, a small smile flash onto his features for only a moment as let out a little hum. He then moved his head forward, off the wall where had Ben resting.

"When do we start?"