Loki paced slowly across the cell, stopping at the fierce golden barrier and turning away from it's taunting gaze to walk his personal prison once more. Loki No-one'sson, indeed. No sane Asgardian would spend this much time on this subject. the trickster stops pacing Is that not the point? he chuckles grimly I am neither sane, nor Asgardian. I have no worries. His feet begin their dance once more of their own accord as he ponders his dilemma. Not a dilemma - there's nothing to it. I am no longer an Odinson in any way, I have disgraced the family, attacked the crown prince, broken the bifrost, and- he pauses his thoughts, breath catching momentarily before his composed facade is once again in place I am not even an Odinson by blood, let alone by spirit the prisoner took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. I am no Laufeyson, there is no more to it. the sadistic smirk on his face was one that could only be placed there by torture and ruin. The monster parents tell their children about indeed - a part of two cultures, a misfit in both. The Jotun prince paused in thought, and then scoffed. 'You are both of you, born to be kings' he glanced to the floor, still pacing Oh Odin, what a cruel, cruel hand you've dealt me, and you have made it known all along - How stupid I have been not to notice.
The lost prince sat down on his cot, sighing heavily Not an Odinson, not a Laufeyson? No-one'sson it is. He hung his head, silently admitting defeat, when a small, traitorous part of his brain whispered a tantalising thought: No one? He snapped his head up, eyes widening in shock No. No, no. She knew. She knew all along, and she never said anything. Why should I consider her my mother? She is not my blood. I don't deserve to call myself that, I have no right. Silent tears washed their way through the jotun's perfectly calm facade, and he ducked his head once more I told them which way to go, I am the reason that she is gone More of the traitorous tears washed down his face, wetting his collar. She taught my magic, how to read, to write, she taught me how to do everything that matters most to me, and I have given her nothing of worth to prove to her and to others that I am her son, that she has made me who I am today. It would be everything to me to give her this.
"Hey! Back from the barrier, Laufeyson!" The Einherjar outside of his cell barked loudly
"No." He replies, with a deceptively calm voice hiding a cool anger
"If you don't step away, I will have to report you to the Allfather!"
"Not Laufeyson" he replied in a sly tone " You can inform the Allfather, that I am to be called by one name, and one name only, for the rest of my existence in this miserable prison." he pauses, and a mischievous grin spreads across his face. "Loki Friggason"