Loki

I struggled against the bonds again, frantic about leaving this place. My current level of panic was worse than the time I had smuggled a large Midgardian cat into my bedroom for Thor's birthday gift.

My body stilled for a moment.

"Thor," I whispered even though I knew he was not there.

As I thought about my older brother, I subconsciously continued rubbing the rope against the tip of my boot. As soon as the rope fell away though, even more replaced it.

I sighed and straightened myself out as I turned onto my back.

"At least they have a nice view of the stars," I said to no one in particular.

"You know, I'm considering gagging you. The last thing I need is for you to go into an entire monologue about something or other," the annoying blond child who had kidnapped me told me.

I growled at him as I sat up. The only thing keeping me from being completely mobile was the fact my ankles were tied, as well as the fact I seemed to be in an enchanted cage.

"What do you want with me?" I asked him.

He stepped forward, so close I could probably hit him through the bars, "I want your magic."

It was supposed to sound threatening and ominous. Four little words meant to shake me, but all they did was make me laugh.

"And how do you presume to do that?" I asked him. "Do you believe that my magic is tangible, and you may simply pluck it from me?"

"I plan on taking your heart."

I bursted out laughing then. "You are crazier than I first assumed! First you kidnap a Prince of Asgard, and then you say you'll take my heart? Please, tell me your name so I can make sure the bards recall your idiocy."

The other adolescent's cheeks became red with anger. "I am not an idiot! And, being that I, Peter Pan, am the one holding you prisoner, you stupid, intolerable, monster, you have no right to question me or make fun of me!"

"Just wait until my older brother comes to my bedroom and finds me gone. He will hurt you without a second thought." My words came out less fluidly than normal. I'm not a monster.

"Oh, that blond one? Such a shame he won't notice you're missing, considering you are there."

I felt my heart sink. "You made a duplicate of me."

"Yes. And do you want to know the best thing about that Loki?"

I didn't give a reply.

"He doesn't talk," Pan informed me.

I sat down again, turning my back on my tormenter.

"Oh, cat got your tongue, Loki? Can't get the words to come out? Shame."

I've decided to stop listening to the blond boy outside of my cage. Instead, I think of the blond boy worlds away, who's probably fretting over the pseudo-me's silence. I smile a little bit as I think about Thor more and more.

He'd probably first restate whatever he'd been saying, trying to provoke a reaction. When the imposter doesn't respond again, Thor will ask him if he's alright. Upon more silence, he would more than likely run and get our mother, who in turn will worry over 'my' silence.

She will realize it's not me, I thought, though I'm not sure if I actually believe that. I suppose it depends on how good of a spell-caster Pan is.

"No one is coming to save you," Pan told me before walking away.

I continue to look down at the floor before I bring up my knees, resting my chin on them. "They'll come," I whispered softly.

Author's Note: So I actually wrote this a while ago and I'm just getting around to posting it :/ Is anyone iinterested in seeing it continue?

Please review if you got the time! ;)

~HolleringHawk65