A/N: Hello, I have decided to update this story :)

.nothing is mine, all is fiction.
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-je

I was falling.
The falling seemed endless.
The darkness was engulfing my whole being.
I didn't even know if I had my eyes closed or if the sheer darkness made me unable to see anything at all. But I didn't care anymore.
All I knew was that I was falling and there was nothing between me and the shadows of obscurity.
I was lost to the abyss.

I didn't know how much time has passed but I tried to open my eyes again and there was light.
Even though it seemed very dark, compared to shiny Asgard, at first, this strange gloomy light was blinding, like it was reflected by something.
I tried to get up but my body seemed so heavy. I couldn't move, I couldn't lift my arms or legs, it felt like I was completely immobilized.
I moved my head to one side and I fixed my gaze on the rocky view of a strange, dark, gloomy and lonely realm. The only company I had was ice and snow. The only blanket that was wrapping itself around my body was the blazing freezing storms.
I felt the pain of utterly devastation. I felt so lost and lonely like never before.
This landscape, so different to the golden, shining beauty of Asgard made me miss my home so much that it broke my heart even more.

I was too captivated by my thoughts of misery that I missed the approaching group of men.

''There he is! He fell and hasn't moved since then. What shall happen to him?''

Just when I realized someone talking I turned my head and saw some dark figures standing right in front of me. Dark masks were covering their faces and they wore furs around their shoulders. I also didn't miss that their skin was dark blue and through a tiny slit in each mask I saw red eyes glowing down on me. Deep lines were engraved in their skin, they looked rather mystical to me.
''Where did you come from? Speak!'' one of the Jotuns spoke harshly.

My mouth felt strangely dry and my throat hurt when I tried to answer. ''I am Loki...''

''Loki! Of Asgard!'' Another Jotun barked. ''Do you believe it?!''

''What brings you to our realm so far away from Asgard?''

I was quiet for a moment. The truth pained me and speaking about it would only make it more real.

''Speak Asgardien!''

''I ... I fell into the shadows... They probably think me dead.''

One of the Jotuns stepped closer and lifted me by the collar. ''They will be surprised to hear you are alive then. Won't they?'' I was confused. ''What do you mean? I was banished. They may be surprised but I could never return to Asgard.''
The Jotun let go of my collar, and let me fall back down to the hard ground and turned to his companions.
''We will take him with us. I think the King will be most surprised and happy to finally see him again. Bind him and take him back to the castle!''

I was still too weak to protest so I let them do whatever they wanted.
They bound my wrists and my ankles. After they finished their work one large bulky Jotun took the liberty of lifting my weak broken body over his shoulders to carry me back to where ever they came from.

''May I ask most humbly where you are planning on taking me? And who are you? And why will the King be happy to see me again, I have never met him before... I don't even know where I am!'' I asked. I still felt dizzy and weak; the fall was taking its toll on me. I felt drained, empty and so very tiered. I think that if I had all my senses together I would have been able to deduce where I was, and where I was taken, but in my current state I felt incapable doing anything.
I think it must have been the leader who turned to me and with red gleaming eyes, which shone through his mask. He said, ''You are in Jotenheim... Where did you think you are? We are going to take you to King Laufey. I'm sure he wishes to see his lost son again,... my Prince.''

I felt my mouth go dry. Jotenheim!
How in the name of Hel did that happen!?
''Then why did you bind me? I mean you saw that I was too weak to run away.''
''We just wanted to make sure that our lost Princling makes it back to the castle safe and sound.''
''And in one piece!''
''Yea! Wouldn't want one of the Ice wolfs to eat ya pretty face!''
They all started laughing in the ugliest way I could describe.
I was not really sure if that was supposed to calm my nerves.

When we finally reached the castle I didn't feel my arms or my legs anymore. The grip that the Jotun had on my already weak body was brutal. I felt so sore.
I held my head low and when he finally let me down it felt like I might pass out any moment.

''My King! Look who we found! It is our long lost Prince indeed! He has returned to us!''

On this instant I heard fast steps approaching.

''Can this be?! Why then are his hands bound and why gives his face the impression of being tormented?''

''He told us that he was banished from Asgard...We just wanted to make sure that he gets back here safely...''

''Undo the ropes immediately, you idiot!''

''Y..Yes, milord!''

I felt the ropes being undone and one of the Jotuns helped me to sit up straight.
I was looking around, the icy halls of the castle gave me the feeling of misery and loneliness.
After turning back I turned my gaze upon the face of King Laufey.
His face gave the impression of fascination and happiness,.. well, as much happiness as a Jotun is able to show.
King Laufey turned to the guards and the men that brought me here. ''Leave us alone.'' He turned to me again. Suddenly I found such fondness in his eyes that I was baffled. ''We have much to talk about. - My son.''

''I am not your son.''

There was a killing quietness falling upon the hall.
''I know that you might feel that way. But I am your father. Odin took you away from Jotunheim when you were a baby. You will not remember those days of war and fear, you were too young.''
''Odin told me everything... rather, I found out that I was never one of the Aesir. But still, they are my family. No matter how much pain I had to endure because of them... '' pained with the memories I turned my head away from King Laufey and tried to avoid his burning red eyes.
''So you know the truth then. I am not asking you to call me father ...I just want you to listen to me. I wish to tell you the story from my perspective. I wish to tell you about Jotunheim and your origins.''
I was unsure of what to do and what to say.
After reflecting for a short moment, I thought that I have already lost everything, I had nowhere to go, and who of the Aesir would shed a tear if I had died? What lies ahead in my future? What will happen to me?

.

Shall I ever lay eyes upon the green fields, down by the great river, with their grass still a bit damp of morning dew? When my fingers glide through the softest green carpet laid out by nature I felt content. I laid my head back down to gaze upon the firmament, which gave the impression of being on fire. Never will I forget those colours which will always burn my mind. They set my heart ablaze.
Seeing those wonders gave me the feeling of being nothing but a little chess piece in a greater game, unmoving, unable to ever compare to the eternal beauty that shall even remain when I shall no longer be - Like the rumbling of your thunder and the blinding light of your lighting – That will always shine down onto the mortal world.
Shall I ever lay foot in the great marble halls again? The morning chill was touching my skin as I walked through the palace and my only company was the omnipresent solitude – It was still too early for any of the great Gods to be awake yet.
Slowly I took tentative steps towards the great balcony to look out and watch Asgard rise.
White – Everything around me was white and gold. Gleaming, shining – it was like being held captive in the most glorious dream. And you never want to wake up.
The marble held me captive. In more than one way.
There is one room in the great palace that is rarely visited, but it was my favourite.
The royal library was the most beautiful place in Asgard.
When the doors were closed behind me and I was on my own, I started to dream. I read one book after another; I dreamt of all the places that they were taking me. I've already been everywhere.
Shall I ever hold you in my hands again to caress your cover, to open you up, turn page after page in front of the gleaming, warm, golden fire? What will happen to you now when I'm gone? Who will come on your journeys to Vanaheim? Who will listen to your myths of long lost times? Who will look after you? I doubt that those oafs have time to indulge themselves in reading, when drinking, coupling and fighting are so much more important.
My heart aches at these thoughts.
But that is not the only thing that makes my heart ache.
All that I had to endure; all the pain, shame, humiliation and disgrace that was loaded upon my shoulders by the Aesir.

I looked up to face King Laufey. He must have realized that I was having a mental battle.
He was looking at me quietly, waiting for an answer.

Why shouldn't I spend some time here... where I was wanted.

''I will stay.''

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King Laufey indeed took his time to show me the icy planes and as we strode over ice and rocks, which felt strangely natural to me after some time, we got to know each other better.
He told me about Jotenheims history and its people. He told me about the old magic and how to use it. I was allowed access to all the libraries and the few remaining magic users had the greatest time with me. They showed me around and helped me to improve my skills.
The weeks passed and I started to enjoy myself.
Living in Jotenheim wasn't so bad after all.

One morning I woke up and got dressed in my usual black and green attire when I looked in the whole length mirror that was placed in my room.
I looked at myself and let the magic flow through my veins. Like lighting it struck me in the most glorious way. I felt it run through my whole body and slowly my skin turned into a pale blue.
I let my black leather cloak drop, next my tunic and then undershirt. It felt strange because my whole body slowly adapted to its surroundings. The coldness didn't feel cold anymore. My feet felt like they were meant to walk on the icy ground all along. I moved my shoulders, my arms, my fingers. I tried to get a grip of what was happening to me.
When I lifted my head to look at my face, I saw red eyes staring back at me.
I took in a deep breath and inhaled the frosty air that was surrounding me.

I was Loki,...Prince of Jotenheim.

TBC

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