Sitting on my chair, I patiently await for Loki's arrival. Odin had told me of what had transpired on Earth; he sounds like such a troubled god. I remembered when I spoke to Thor when he got back from Earth for the first time; what came pouring out of his mouth was touching, heart-breaking and romantic. The pain of a god, the pity for a brother and a kiss with a girl he dreamed of at night. I had enjoyed our little sessions as I would sit here, in this room, on this chair and listen to him and his rumbling voice speak of his stories from Earth, and the pain he felt when he reminded himself that, at least at that moment, it was impossible for him to return to the girl and be with her.
I glance over at the information I was given about Loki; highly, mentally unstable, use caution, keep chained if you care about your safety. Oh dear, sounds like he will be quite a handful. I met Loki once, before he made his last twist to his mischievous soul; he seemed like such a logical God, a mischievous one granted, but logical all the same. I had enjoyed talking to him very much and he seemed far too polite. Good at hiding his true motives it seems... I look at the information again and this time look harder; it says that forms of torture may have been used on him, both physical and psychological and it could be a major factor to his condition. I doubt it. All these sorts of suppressed and angry emotions come from childhood and are only triggered by something that hits their soft or weak spots when they are older. Loki is a case of childhood neglect having repressed it until Odin told him what he really was; a Frost Giant. I hear chains outside the door and look up from his information and turn all my attention to the door.
As he enters, the guards holding his chains, I see a horrible twinkle in his eye; one of soul holding back a vengeful force that will release itself in due time. His face is expressionless but his eyes scream anger and pain, they scream humiliation for being put in chains and walked around like one of those earth animals humans insist on keeping as pets.
As Loki reluctantly seats himself on the chair opposite I see him sneer at me; this won't be a calm or good session then. I notice the guards staying put.
"Guards, you may leave now."
They look at me like I'm crazy, Loki looks at me like I've become deranged.
"Odin said we must-"
"I know what Odin said, but he very well knows that under this roof in this room I have my own rules. Leave."
They open their mouths to argue but I begin to get up. They quickly turn on their heels and head for the door.
"Oh, and before leaving, do remove his chains?"
They glance at each other, confirming my madness and reluctantly remove the chains from his hips and arms, leaving only the ones on his hands and ankles.
"You may wait outside the door and I'll call you when all is done here."
I watch them as they leave and shut the door, I then turn to Loki who was now grinning at me, moving his body about feeling the lightness of no chains.
"How kind of you to ask them to remove such a burden off my back." A cold grin sends a slight shiver down my spine.
"I need you to feel comfortable to talk about you-"
"My feelings? My life? My childhood?! Ha! I'm surprised Odin even sent me here in the first place, or was it Thor who decided I need therapy? It won't help you know. It won't help because there is nothing wrong with me." His voice started off so spiteful and almost as if he was trying to spit his venom at me, it then moved to pitiful remorse and ended with such a proud tone.
"Neither Thor nor Odin brought you here. Frigga insisted you get help." I let what I just said sink in.
I see Loki soften up, sit more relaxed in the chair and watch his expression go from hard to neutral. Clearly he had a soft spot for Frigga; he hadn't gone so cold, so there was still some hope to reach out to him in one way or another.
"She knows more than anyone that there is no way to help me." He defends his attitude and puts on his spiteful tone once more.
"She knows more than anyone that you will allow therapy because she is the one whom suggested it. She knows more than anyone how much of a soft spot you have for her. And I don't see why not, she is your mother after all."
"SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER!"
Defense; this is a good sign.
"She's not your biological mother, no. She is, however, your mother whom took care of you since you were a baby."
"Do you think you can use my mother as a ploy to get me to open up to you?!" He sneers at me once more and stares into my eyes showing he has no fear to show, only pain and anger.
"I thought you said she wasn't your mother."
He smiles, and laughs quietly but manically.
"I have heard about you from Thor; you have some sneaky ways to get people to open up to you, talk to you." He grins and then jumps forward and is just a breath away from touching my face with his. I don't flinch even though I can feel my fear building inside of me and his anger growing in him.
"It won't work on me. Nothing works on me. Don't think for a second that you are cleverer than I am. One day I will rule you, and when I do, you won't have anywhere to go."
He goes back to sit on his chair, seeing the fear drain from my eyes as he leans back.
"I don't want to get you to talk. For all I care we can sit here and be quite, you grinning like a fool and me watching you; watching the way you sit, the way you look around, the way you hold yourself. I don't need words, Loki. I just need you in the room for it to be enough. You think you're the clever God, and you are. But when it comes down to this I am the all powerful one and you are a sad man with problems. Sneer at me all you please, scare me all you want, but the only reason I'm doing this is for Frigga. I couldn't care less about you and your sad little daddy problems."
At this I see his face turn from proud to offended and spiteful.