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The God of Mischief stood there, stupefied. It had been a long time since anyone was able to render him as such. This could not be happening. He definitely did not expect his father to be so...cruel.
"It's for the best, Loki. I know you may not see it clearly now, but one day I hope you will see the reason for my decision."
" 'For the best'?! So I was right. You do think me to be a worthless monster. I should have seen this coming. In fact, why didn't you do this right from the moment you knew I could never bring about a truce?" he cried. It was all he could do that he was filled with so much despair and hatred.
"This is your blind hate talking my son. You don't mean the cruel things you say."
"Oh well I'm far beyond 'blind hate'. I can see quite clearly that I killed the wrong man when I lead Laufey into your chambers..."
By now Thor was through with waiting idly outside the doors. Action was about to happen and he was bound determined to be the one to prevent it. He burst through the doorway, cape flying viciously behind him.
"Enough Loki!" he bellowed. "Haven't you cause enough damage already? You said yourself that you were prepared to face our father - to take responsibility for your actions, did you not? Then stop this madness!"
Loki was facing away from Thor but he could just as easily imagine what he looked like. Standing there in all his glory ready to stand in between his king- his father and the evil that had been failed to be brushed under the rug. He sighed. He could take no further action against them. As he was limited without his magic and with Thor there...he didn't want to think what a chore that would be not to mention the lecture he would get afterwards. In the end he did the unthinkable; he bowed his head and let Thor lead him out of the room in silence.
A while later, while the princes continued their silent walk back to Loki's cell to collect any belongings he needed before his journey, he noticed a dark black ponytail whip around the corner. He knew what that meant. He glanced at Thor.
"Honestly, you didn't. Tell me that your friends aren't coming with us."
"If you'd like me to brother, though you know how terrible I am at lying..." he offered, glad to have the silence broken.
"No. I'd rather you not. But why does she have to come? She reminds me of everything I despise about this place."
"Well I'm sorry to disappoint." a female voice replied from behind the pair. Lady Sif, dressed in her Asgardian armour hustled behind the boys and matched pace with Loki. "You were missed around here," she continued, " we all thought that there just weren't enough awkward silences while you were gone. We could always count on you for those." she gave him a devilish smile.
Loki chose the easier path of ignoring her. After all, he was only a short trip to Jotunheim away from never seeing the horrible deviation that was Sif. He could never stand a woman in uniform.
Soon enough the three had arrived at Loki's cell. He waited for Thor to open the thick, grey barred door before walking in and looking around. The room was small and alltogether lacking colour. The bed was situated in the corner so that if he decided to lay down for a nap he could instantly detect if someone was there. There was hardly anything else in the cell; he wasn't allowed to have his helmet with him (though occasionally he did teleport it into his cell when no one was looking and put it on). And he wondered if Thor had clued in that he had just used this as an excuse to delay any further progress towards Jotunheim. Much to Loki's annoyance both Sif and Thor marched right in and began to look around.
"Seems suitable enough," Sif commented, "though I do notice one thing that's missing." she waited for Loki to give her any inclination to continue. He, of course, did no such thing.
"I notice!" exclaimed Thor "Brother, where are your pictures of the family? All the times we shared together are all preserved on little papers for you to remember and rejoice, no?" Thor stared at his brother.
"No. Excuse me if I don't rejoice at the thought of your childhood, Thor. It's but a black abyss for me."
Sif, exasperated by all the bickering spoke up. "A mirror. What I wanted to say was our resident villain does not have a mirror in his room."
Suddenly, the warriors three appeared in the doorway.
"Well I'm sure, Lady Sif, you can understand that it's most difficult to look upon the face of evil every morning before tea!" exclaimed Fandral hinting with sarcasm.
"My friends, that will suffice. My brother has been through," he laughed, " and tolerated quite a bit today. He did, after all just receive news of his banishment."
The four friends were silenced. They were pretty surprised that Loki was taking it so well - so far. They were expecting a much more hostile Loki when Odin had summonded them to accompany Thor. With this they exited the cell and stood outside on guard, waiting expectantly for Loki's next move.
"If we're done here..." Loki proclamed as he marched out of the cell. A shiver ran through the four warriors as he passed, his slick black mane unmoving as he did. They all looked to Thor at that moment and by the look of defeat on his face they did their best to convince him of their calmness towards the situation.
Before Loki knew what he was doing he had escaped sight of the group and had ended up in front of the garden that his mother kept; and he knew she'd be here. He was enraged by the thought of her too, and the memories of that day flooded back to him. The way she had hugged him when she thought he was a hero and the look of utter betrayal he had received once Thor had told her the truth. He couldn't bear it. And yet, through all of this she was the one he wanted to see. Would she welcome him? Or treat him like the deviation he was? Before he could answer that she came into view. His mother. No...I can no longer think of her that way. She lied to me just like he did.
She hadn't changed since the last time he saw her. She still wore her hair in the same way and walked with all the same grace.
"Loki...? Is that you?" she hesitated as she approached. Now even his own mother was frightened of him.
"Yes, mother." he reluctantly replied. There had to be at least one person he wouldn't hurt today.
"My how you've changed! Look at your hair, your clothes. Oh Loki, whatever happened?"
He couldn't be sure if that was rhetorical or not.
"I'm told that I am banished to Jotunheim, to be with my rightful people. I'm not sure if I'll be the same when I return..."
"Nonsense! You will always be my son Loki. I bore you, raised you and have loved you ever since." she smiled sweetly at him.
Loki processed this statement. "Y-you what? Are you mocking me?!" he cried. Everyone seemed to be against him today.
"No..." she looked confused " I mean every word." Something wasn't right. And she began to look concerned that he noticed.
"Mother, what was it that father told me the day he fell into the Odinsleep?" he questioned.
"Why would you ask me such a question dear? He told you that the throne belonged to you until he awoke of course." she tried to answer confidently. It didn't convince him.
"Wrong answer." he chided. "Try again?"
Before she knew it he had her by the throat and was holding her up in the air above him.
"Think you can fool the God of Lies?!" he roared as he threw her across the path. He was just about to reach for her again when he felt the crushing blow of Mjolnir in his abdomen as he flew in the other direction.
Luckily, it hadn't landed on top of him like the last time so he flew to his feet and prepared to face Thor.
"How could you do such monstrous things to her?" Thor demanded. " I thought she was the only one you cared for!"
"That," he pointed to Frigga on the ground, " is NOT my mother." he hissed.
Thor looked uneasy. He turned to the warriors three and Sif. She gave him a nod.
"What. What was that look for?" Loki demanded. " I know you're hiding something from me Thor. Now tell me or she dies."
"Maybe it would be best if father told you." Thor managed to say.
"I've had my fair share of talking with that old man. I'm sure it's nothing the mighty Thor can't tell!" he sneered viciously. How Thor got tired of his brothers same routine.
"You're right, that is not Mother..." he began, " it is a hologram of her."
"Well that was obvious enough, she didn't even know I was a Frost Giant!" Loki exclaimed. "So where is she?"
"Loki she- she's dead."
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