Hellfire

Return of the King

NOTES

Hi everyone, and welcome back the first chapter that will continue Hellfire! :D

I would like to thank all of you so so much for inspiring me to keep writing for this fic!
It took me quite some time to figure out where I wanted this fic to go and, in all honesty, I still haven't quite figured it out just yet ^^'

Well, I at least know enough to continue writing!

I would like to reassure all of you out there who are as F-ed up as I am by telling you that this fic will still contain a very VERY Dark and Possessive Thor!
But I couldn't bring myself to it to just let Loki suffer... Which he will.... like, a lot.... but there will be some light in his darkened life as well :D
Please mind the added tags!!! And brace yourself for more Dark more Hurt, and just plainly more suffering. And somewhere - at some point - the comfort and love!

Hope you will still enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Lots of love!

Loki sat outside in the imperial garden, a gentle spring breeze caressing his pale skin. It moved the branches of the cherry blossom trees surrounding him, the sound of the leaves dancing was the purest form of music. He inhaled deeply, closing his eye as he slightly tilted his head back, savoring the warmth of the bright, afternoon sun. He let his toes dig into the soft green grass underneath his bare feet, his boots neatly placed next to the wooden bench he was sitting on.

His mind started to drift, taking him back to his most precious possession.

His memories.

He smiled as he envisioned his mother, her silk hair and kind smile radiating the warmth and safety that the raven god so desperately longed for. She looks at him. Golden eyes portraying a pure love that only a mother could cherish. He heard her voice, gentle and patient.

"Loki."

The raven smiled as her voice filled his mind, swearing he could feel her soft hands resting on his cheeks.

"I am so proud of you, Loki. To gain control over your Seiðr at such a young age. You are truly talented. I love you so much, my dearest winter child."

The raven bit down on his bottom lip, his mother's words of praise and love drawing a stuttered breath.

His hands were folded, resting on the pages of an ancient book that was given to him by none other than his brother. The king of Asgard.

Loki let his hand trail over the wrinkled parchment, the pages crackling softly underneath his fingertips.

Thor would always bring him books from the realms and planets he invaded and conquered, presenting them as gifts to the raven, hoping it would sooth his longing to venture into the word on his own.

The trickster nearly flinched, his nose slightly wrinkling as he felt something move against his legs. It was soft, warm, and as Loki opened his eye and looked down, he noticed the small creature that somewhat resembled a cat. It had six legs, its fur in gorgeous shades of green and brown, its large pupils encircled in a small ring of yellow.

'Why hello there,' Loki smiled as he slowly reached out to the creature. 'Aren't you the peculiar one?' He chuckled softly as he had seen the animal roam through the gardens before, though it had never come this close. The animal sniffed Loki's hand, obviously doubting whether to trust this stranger or not.