My Sweet Flame

Chapter 50. Les I'm Miserable

Loki P.o.V.

"Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again." Odin told me.

What?

I stumbled back a few steps as my eyes slowly began to gloss over.

"You will spend the rest of your days in the dungeons." He said coldly.

"And what of Thor?" I asked him, taken aback, "You'll make that witless oaf king while I rot in chains?"

"Thor must strive to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the Nine Realms," The guards each took hold of my shoulders. "and then yes. He will be king."

"And Y/N? What of her?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear what he had to say.

"She will be joining you." He said.

"No," I breathed.

I turned to my right to see a group of guards. They parted, revealing two of them, each holding one of her arms. They brought her forward from the shadows, throwing her to the ground. Her wrists were shackled behind her back. There were large, fresh gashes along her forehead and on her cheeks, her beautiful mahogany hair sticking to the wounds. Her armor was ripped in some places, revealing other cuts and bruises. Her arms were cut and bruised, and there were tear stains on her cheeks.

They must've beaten her. Whipped her by the looks of it.

Her hands were stained in blood, her right forearm looking as though it had been skinned. I looked up at the Allfather in horror as he spoke.

"As consequence for your actions, she is to be tortured," He paused, "And you shall watch."

I looked because down at her, sitting on her feet and refusing to look up.

"Y-Y-Y/N..." I stuttered softly. "No, this isn't her fault." I looked back up at Odin, "Sh-She's a hero." I said, my voice beginning to break, "Why does she get punishment for helping? Sh-She tried to stop me! She doesn't-"

"Silence!" He shouted.

"As one of the closest people to you, it will not only be punishment to her, for not killing you and ending it much faster, but also to you. In hopes that it makes you see the wrongdoings in your actions."

"Y-Y/N....." I spoke softly, my voice threatening to break completely, "I'm...I'm so sorry." I tried to step towards her, to help her, to heal her, something. The guards pulled me backwards. "I didn't mean for this to happen to you." I whispered, barely audible.

"No." She spat. Her head slowly tilted up towards me, revealing her eyes, such a violent shade of green that it felt as though she was looking into my soul,  "This...Is your doing." She spat. A single drop of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. "This is your fault," She said coldly, her eyes boring angrily into mine. The guards each had a hand on her shoulders, seemingly the only thing holding her back from attacking me. Her eyes flashed with something more than anger and sadness. Hatred brimmed in her eyes, sending her into a blind rage, though there was nothing she could do to carry it out.

Suddenly, something flowed around me, a sort of invisible force. Slowly, I felt something seeming to close around my neck, other than the metal collar. I started to choke, and my feet left the ground, the guards unable to stop it. I glanced down at Y/N, her eyes seething, her face twitching in pain and blind anger.

"Y/N!" Odin shouted. "Y/N! THAT IS ENOUGH!"

I dropped to the ground on my knees, gasping for air. I looked over at her in horror. I met her angered gaze with a seemingly soft one, attempting to calm her down, yet trying to reassure myself that I did not almost just die at the hands of my lover.
Her violent green eyes flickered for a moment, going from hazel to green like a machine light. Quickly, her green eyes faded into bright orange ones and violent sobs began to wrack her body.

"It's okay," I croaked softly, trying to reach through to her. "Y/N? Really, I'm fine." I took a deep breath, "I'm okay."

Am I?

"I almost killed you." She whimpered.

"I will speak to her alone." Odin said.

He motioned his hand, and the guards started to pull me towards the dungeons. I called out to her,

"Y/N!"

She only sobbed harder. I could feel her magic swirling around her, her powers as a Jedi Master pooling into the mix. Suddenly the dust swirled off the floor and circled her slowly, in a sort of pillar around her.

(Go to 2:08. That kind of dust pillar)

She screamed, sending the dust out in all directions, her magic seemingly exploding outwards from her. The guards tugged harder at my chains, and I willed myself to let them drag me to the dungeons. It was no use. There was nothing I could do.

They took me down to a cell near the entrance. They led me into the cell and unhooked my chains, leaving me to my thoughts. I looked around to see that my cell was furnished with a bed, a few chairs, a table, and a small stack of books on the night table. Mother's work, I assumed. I heard Y/N's screaming. This time, not screams of emotional pain, but physical.

Y/N P.o.V.

"Again!" The Allfather said.

The two guards each tapped the end of an electrostaff to my back. I screamed in agony as the electricity surged through my body, racking it with overwhelming energy and pain. They pulled them away, leaving me gasping for breath as my muscles clenched.

"Again!"

Loki P.o.V.

I paced worriedly back and forth in my cell, wanting so desperately to stop them from torturing her. I glanced over to the empty cell across from me, prepared with two cuffs on the wall. I assumed it was for Y/N. The rest of her cell was empty. I winced and my eyes clenched shut as I heard another faint, bloodcurdling scream from the throne room.

Would she even be alive when he finished? If they're to continue torturing her, they can't let her bleed to death. If she loses...What is it, 35% of her blood? She'll need transfusion immediately anywhere past that. I doubt that they'll help her once they've finished. But if they continue to torture her and they need her to stay alive, technically they'd have to patch her up, at least a little bit. She's been through so much. This isn't fair to her!

I collapsed into a chair, my head in my hands.

She doesn't deserve this! She's right....This is all my fault. If I hadn't-Oh what am I thinking?!?! There isn't anything I can do! I didn't mean for her to get hurt! She'll never forgive me for this, intentional or not. She already tried to murder me. She didn't even have to touch me. She was weak and weaponless, yet she still got the better of me.

I sighed, tears brimming in my eyes as she screamed again. I stood and began pacing again. Soon, I heard a commotion from the stairwell. I turned my head. The guards had   Y/N each by one arm, dragging her unconscious body into the cell across from me. I screamed at them, hoping it might do something, but it did nothing.

"Let her go! She has nothing to do with this!" I pleaded, my voice dropping, "Don't Hurt her!"

They hung her wrists in the two cuffs, her feet barely brushing the floor.

She'll suffocate...

I watched as her body hung limply in the restraints, bloody and bruised. Seemingly lifeless. Her hair fell over her face as her head drooped, her chin on her chest. Thankfully, she was still breathing. My gaze looked up to her right forearm where I had thought the skin was partially missing. Chunks of her skin looked to be missing, the raw skin gleaming in the light.

No matter what has happened in the last few weeks, She has every right to hate me now.