Summary: This was my first Loki fic. It's a 3 part story that takes place after The Dark World.
Prison Girl
Part 1
It was not often any of the maids charged with the upkeep of Asgard's prisons requested an audience with their king, so when the request reached Odin's ears, the pure curiosity of what this was to be about squelched his immediate reaction to turn the young woman away. What could possibly be so important that she would need to see him now?
Yet there she stood, lead in by the guards, and kneeling respectfully before him. "My lord," she addressed him with her head bowed. She was a pretty little thing, or at least as pretty as someone who would work in the prisons could be. Long brown hair tied back, dark brown eyes, a rather thin though muscular form, and a small bundle in her arms. While she could not have been much older than 20, her face showed signs of age and weariness as well as something more that would have been perfectly hidden were he not looking for it.
Grief.
"What business have you with me?" Odin asked her at last, and she held out the bundle in her arms.
"I have some belongings that I believe are yours." She opened the bundle and held up a few articles of clothing, some books, and one or two odd trinkets. Odin looked at them silently for a long time before slowly turning his gaze to the girl.
"I fear you're mistaken. Those aren't mine."
"I think they are," she replied, a cold tone creeping in her voice rather unexpectedly. "They were Loki's belongings. It's only right they be returned to you."
"Is it?" Odin half scoffed.
"Yes," she maintained. "Now that he's dead, he can't reclaim them, and while I would rather hand them over to his mother, unfortunately she's dead as well." She paused, looking as though she were refraining from saying something more and concluded, "So instead I'm bringing them to you."
Odin smirked, clearly amused by the frustration in her face. "I can tell you're angry, child. There's no need to hide it. If giving the items away displeases you, then by all means keep them. I have no use for them."
"With all due respect, sire…" she cut in, the look in her eye showing that all chances of her holding back were now gone. "I didn't ask if you had use for them." Without warning she threw the bundle at his feet, the items scattering, and before he could give the order, the guards moved in, seizing her. "These were your son's!" she shouted angrily at him. "And all he ever wanted was to be good enough for you. And now, even in death you care little. As far as I'm concerned, you're the reason he grew to be the monster he was!"
"How dare you speak to me in this manner!" Odin roared at her, rising to his feet.
"Someone has to!" she fired back. "And maybe if someone had years ago, things would have been different. So do with me what you will, but now you can't claim no one pointed out that your son was your own creation!"
"Take her away!"
The woman was forced away and Odin stood alone in his throne room, staring at the doorway long after she was dragged through it. From beneath his guise, Loki was fuming. "Odin's creation?"