taken [loki laufeyson]

22: interrupted

Asgard
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For a week I have sat in this prison, alone, silence ringing in my ears. I feel as though any fragment of my old, broken self has fell off the edge into madness. I just can't believe I'm in this situation.

At this point though, I've accepted the fact that Loki will probably kill me. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe this is the best possible ending for me.

The days are long and torturing, and void of interaction with anyone. I haven't seen Loki since the confrontation. My meals appear out of thin air. Funny how I went from being his favorite person, to someone he can't even bear to deliever water to every day.

I run through all of our interactions over and over in my head everyday, trying to figure out if he really had been lying the whole time. He just seemed so genuine the whole time. The only thing that makes me worried was the nagging feeling I had the whole time, and the dream I had . . .

Dizziness overcomes me, so I push the thought to the back of my mind and close my eyes in a desperate attempt to find some sense of sanity and tranquility.

Just accept things and move on.

-

I jump awake at the sound of footsteps. They're only loud because I've been so used to silence.

I sit up and messily brush my hair out of my eyes. I squint and look around the room, but it's still dark and I can only see shadows outside of the cell.

The footsteps get louder and louder, and I scoot myself farther into the corner of the cell where I've been sitting. A tall, dark figure approaches the front of the cell and stands there for a long time. I can feel a gaze locked onto me.

Only seconds pass, but they feel like minutes. The man walks up to the wall and passes right through it into my cell. I meet Loki's green eyes, feeling my heart drop. Is this it?

He moves slowly, almost cautiously. Like he's scared of startling me. I don't make an effort to look back up at him. My whole body is numb and exhausted. I don't remember the last time I ate something.

Loki stops a couple feet away and kneels down, one hand on the floor for balance. He stares at the ground before looking back up at me.

Seeing him here hurts so badly. I can feel a silent tear streak down my cheek as I close my eyes and try to maintain composure.

I slowly raise my head to return Loki's gaze. Those green eyes piercing right through me.

"Allissa." His surprisingly gentle voice fades into the quiet of the dungeon.

I don't say anything. I don't know what I'd even want to say. I pull my knees to my chest, cross my arms, and look away.

He sits down completely and summons a small plate. On it is a bowl of soup and some bread. Curls of steam rise from the bowl and release a warm and barely resistable scent. Loki slides the plate in my direction. It smells amazing.

I stare at Loki coldly. I hope my expression speaks for itself.

-

Seeing her like this shatters me.

She's curled up in a corner of the room, looking tiny. Her dress is tattered and dirty, and her skin, once a beautiful dewy porcelain, is now sickly pale and translucent. I can see the bones in her arms and face just beginning to jut out underneath her skin. She looks like death, something I'm familiar with.

But her eyes still glitter.

Why am I like this? Anger towards me and my reckless actions builds up inside of me. As if I hadn't already hurt her enough, she looks malnourished and extremely unhealthy. Look what you've done to her.