A/N: Here it is! Part 2. Hopefully this one is as exciting to you all as the last. Expect more violence, more anger and (gasp!) more sex. Hit me up with a review and I'll love you forever.

The cell grew colder as time went on. He wasn't sure exactly how long he'd been there. An eternity seemed about right. However long, it was as though he'd grown emptier with each passing moment. Emptier, and angrier.

Loki Laufeyson, the broken child. The destructive monster. The insane villain that no one could love, or listen to. There he was, contained, in a case of glass and gold.

"My love."

Her voice sounded like heaven in his downtrodden mind.

"I've found a way."

Loki closed his eyes, communicating with her, "And when will you arrive?"

"In an hour's time," she replied, "I promise. It will all go to plan. We will be together, again."

Loki smiled, a smile that broke into an evil grin.

"I expect a kiss when we can steal a moment."

He could almost hear the smile in her reply, "You will receive much more than a kiss, my future king."

–

"Father, I need to speak with you, on a most urgent matter."

"It is useless, my son," Odin said, walking up the stone staircase, "I cannot reconsider my decision, as it has already been made and consequences ensued." Thor had been begging him to change his mind about the baby, and to no avail. Odin was used to that by now.

"I've spoken with Heimdall," Thor continued, chasing after him, "He said her star has disappeared."

Odin stopped, "Disappeared?"

"Yes," Thor replied, "And she's been emitting a darkness in past weeks. He fears she may be...hoping to return to Asgard."

"If she does, she will be met by an army," Odin replied, "And executed. Perhaps even thrown into a cell of her own in the dungeons. I'm sure Loki would enjoy that very much."

"Father, don't say such things, you don't know-"

"I KNOW WHAT SHE IS!" Odin shouted, "And if he has made of lover of her, she is even more evil than we thought possible. Her father was a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster that slaughtered his own people, for his benefit. A child that carries the heaviness of that, along with Loki's hunger for power, cannot be in the realms of Asgard, amidst her true parents."

Thor sighed. He gave up, again. Odin wasn't having it.

"Go celebrate with your warriors," Odin said, "Stop thinking of that mortal, and of Loki's harlot, go and have some fun."

Thor resented the name Odin had given Elena, but he said nothing and turned to go back to the banquet. He was met by Sif, who it appeared, had been waiting for him.

"Your father is right," she said, greeting him, "Worrying about Loki and that insane woman...it's a waste of time for a future king."

"My father doesn't know Elena, and he rarely spoke to her," Thor said, a hint of sadness in his voice, "I had a word with her when she told us Loki's plan. There's more to her than he is allowing."

"You can't be suggesting that someone could love him?" Sif was surprised, "I know you were raised together, but Loki-"

"Loki is in the dungeons of Asgard forever," Thor said simply, "And there's nothing I can do about that."

–

Elena Ward stepped through into the dark forest near the castle, smiling to herself. Loki was right, there was a passage that no one would be guarding, and to her excitement, Asgard was so closeby it'd be minutes before she'd be there. Quietly, she tried to remember what he'd told her during the nights she'd been able to contact him.

Sitting in a circle with three items– a lock of Loki's hair, the pillowcase he slept on and a bit of the bloodied dress she'd worn– were around her, and she was able to come into tune with him, in her mind. Together, they exchanged and came up with a plan. Now, it was time to execute it.

As expected, Elena needed to be quiet and swift. As someone who regularly snuck out of boarding school to go play on the school grounds, it wasn't hard for her to do. She paused at the right times, her footsteps light, peering around corners as guards changed positions.

Of course, when it came to Odin's chambers, there were more to deal with. Having taken women's self defense from the age of eighteen, Elena knew how to knock them all out cold, without making a sound. As she lay the last one to the stone floor, she pushed open the doors of the royal chambers to find her victim asleep.

Fregga, his wife, was also sleeping soundly, which made things much easier for Elena. As she approached him, a million thoughts raced through her mind. The times he put Loki down, the sentencing of Luna to another realm...and most of all, the look on his face as she was dragged away to Midgard, never to see Loki again. Or so he thought.

Raising the dagger, she whispered two words to Loki, in her mind.

"Goodnight, Odin."

–

It was a dream. It had to be a dream. Loki could feel his stomach turning inside him, going mad with excitement. Before he could try to rationalize anything anymore, she stood before him, the golden glass dissolving.

"Elena," Loki jumped down from the cage and threw his arms around her, "My love..."

"I missed you terribly," she said, kissing him, "But we need to move, fast."

"It is done, then?"

Elena showed him her bloodied hands, "Yes."

Loki smiled, "I didn't think it possible for you to look any more beautiful, but my eyes cannot deceive me."

Elena turned into his embrace, "This is the real me. The real Elena. The dark elf. I've looked like this ever since I was sent back to Midgard."

"Then let us waste no time in returning, so we might have our peace."

–

Loki didn't let go of Elena from the moment they left Asgard. He was so lovestruck, not just by her new looks, but how she was able to rescue him so easily. It was endearing, almost, to get into her mind and watch a play by play.

"Put down your illusions, Loki," Elena said, locking the door to the flat in London she owned, "Let me see you."

Loki frowned, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I know you suffered in there," Elena said, "And you can show me." She kissed him softly. "Let me heal you."

Loki sighed, the illusion fading. His Asgardian clothing was now a ragged green burlap, which itched something terrible. His hair was a mess, eyes deeply sad, and feet bloody. He looked as though he hadn't eaten in years.

Elena covered her mouth, "Loki...I'm sorry, I should've come sooner."

"You came at the right time, please don't cry for me."

"At least let me run you a bath," Elena insisted, rushing to the bathroom, "A warm one. I know how much you like those."

"Only if you'll join me in it." Loki whispered, kissing her neck as he stood behind her.

There was no chance in hell Elena was going to say no.