Loki and I

Déjà Vu - (S1 E35)

No...

This can't be happening...

I am the enemy. I'm... a changeling.

"The amulet..." I hiss, abandoning the jewel on the floor and slowly stepping towards her. "It wasn't the only thing you took from the changelings that day, was it?"

"No," Celestia replies, standing in the doorway and lowering her head slightly. Slowly, my changeling form fades away, down to my hooves as we speak. "In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple... and I found a filly," my face falls as she speaks, "Small for a changeling's offspring. Suffering, abandoned, left to die... Chrysalis's daughter."

"Chrysalis's daughter?" I echo, glancing up at her to check if I had heard her correctly.

Guilt fills her eyes. She nods slightly, "Yes."

I stand there, my eyes darting around in shock, gasping for air. I can't breathe.
"Why?" I squeak, "You were knee deep in changeling blood, why would you take me?"

"You were an innocent child-" Celestia starts.

"No," I hiss, stepping closer, still keeping my distance from her, "You took me for a reason," I pant, "What was it?"
Celestia looks down, turning away, igniting the raging inferno of anger inside me.
"TELL ME!" I scream, shaking with fury, making the hot tears in my eyes spill out, rolling down my cheeks.

She stops and stares sadly back.
"Luna and I believed we could unite the two kingdoms one day, bring more than an unsettling peace, but a permanent one... through you."

I furrow my brow, "What...?" Is all I can manage to whisper.
So, everypony was in on it. In on using me. Luna, Celestia, probably almost everypony already knew and nobody even thought to tell me...

"But those plans no longer matter," Celestia adds, seeing my look.

I release another shaky breath as another tear trickles down my face, "So I am nothing more of a... a stolen relic... a puppet... locked up here until you want to use me again?"

"Rosie, don't twist my words," Celestia sighs.

"No, you could have told me what I was from the beginning, why... why didn't you?" I say, my voice raising, my whole body shaking.

"You are my student, like a daughter to me..." Celestia replies, looking sadly down at me, "I just wanted to protect you from the truth."

"What, because I-I'm the monster that parents tell their children about at night?" I say angrily, half shouting.

"No-"

"You know, it all makes sense, now," I growl, puffing my chest out and stomping towards her, "Why you favour Twilight all these years... because no matter how much you CLAIM TO LOVE ME," Okay, now I'm shouting, getting in her face as she takes my shit, "YOU COULD NEVER HAVE A MONSTER LIKE ME DESTROYING EQUESTRIA!"

With that, I run around her and gallop out the door, down the scary, dark hallway, crying. When I reach out the other side, Twilight is standing there. When she sees me, her face wavers over in concern, though it's probably just fake.

"Rosie, what's wrong?" She asks.

I scrunch my nose up at her. She was probably in on it, too, she probably knew we weren't related at all. "Fuck off!" I screech, dashing out of the room, bawling my eyes out.

"Let her go," Celestia says to Twilight.

I run. I run for all I've got. But... that's just it...

I've now realised I've got no real family, no brothers or sisters. Because the truth is, I well and truly am alone.

I've got nothing.

With my nose dripping, my eyes red, and me doing an open mouthed, rubber band cry, my senses aren't working properly. I manage to find my way down to the hallway to my room, bursting in through the doors. I just want someone, anyone. But, at the same time, I want some privacy.

Sniffling and whimpering, I canter with my eyes closed towards my bed, ignoring the odd echoey noise my hooves don't normally make.

Suddenly, I *SMACK* my forehead into something cold and hard. I land on my bottom, wiping my eyes and covering my nose to look up to see what it was. I gasp when I realise... I'm not in my room.

I smacked into the glass walls of Loki's cell by mistake.

With each short, quick breath rattling my body, I stare at him sitting in his cell, holding a book in his hooves and staring back at me, confused.

"Loki..." I whimper, turning away so he can't make fun of me or use this against me, "Oh, gods," I say, trying to collect myself, "Sorry, I was supposed to go into my room, but... I know I'm stupid, but-"

"No, Rose, it's okay," he says, setting his book aside and stepping up to peer at me in concern, "Is everything alright?" He cocks his head to the side.

I sniffle, pursing my lips and staring at the cylinder, artificial lights on the ceiling. I refuse to look at him, I don't want him to see me like this, but I realise now that I just can't move. "S'fine," I manage to whisper out.

"Darling," Loki says, pressing his hoof against the glass, "Come here, tell me what's wrong."

This is weird... he's not mocking me or joking around. He's actually being genuinely serious.

I move my head to look at him. He's... actually concerned.

But... that might just be a facade...

He might just try to escape the second I press the buttons on the control box.

... Should I open the doors?