Loki paced the length of the cage that Odin Borson had encased him in. Finally he was the stolen relic that he had been destined to be. He knew there was no care for the second not-son of the great Allfather. Now, all he was was just one less monster they had to worry about.

He made no attempt to escape, because in truth, there was no reason to. What was the point if he had nothing worth fighting for on the other side of his prison. His mother would come to visit him, her worried features a constant reminder to how his life had crumbled before him.

It had all been a game at first. She was a simple mortal to toy with, to test his own patience with a being so beneath him.

He didn't mean to care. He wasn't supposed to care.

He had never had the intention to fall in love with her.

It shouldn't have come to this. The foolish girl was just trying to protect the woman Thor had become so attached to. It happened so quickly, and he had been much too late. Her form, the one that he had become so familiar with, that he had sought comfort in was set alight. His supposed salvation, his revenge, it became his downfall.

He couldn't even describe the horror when he saw her blue orbs stare into the face of death. Almost like she knew it was him. Even then, he could saw her sigh in resignation, that she accepted her approaching demise.

But what made his heart falter was seeing her lips utter his name, the very same moment he ripped her life away from her. A prayer to him, a word spoken with such despair. A prayer that he felt jolt through his system, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time. He could almost hear her voice in his head. Her asking him to think of her once in a while as her spirit resided in her final resting place.

So in this cage Loki remained. Imprisoned and alone, and silently pleading that Odin had delivered him the death penalty so that he could find her once more and beg for her forgiveness.

But no, he was kept from her.

He would find her one day, he promised himself.

As he lay in his cell, he would farewell the world each night with her name on his lips.

'Don't worry Darcy, I'll never forget you'.


Originally an exchange with BarefootBeachBum who encouraged me to post this. Cheers dear.

Note: This was intended to be a one-shot. However, I do plan to continue this (and what will possibly a painfully slow rate) if anyone is interested.