Silenced Liar

Chapter Two

It was a week later when he the door opened to Loki's cell. He looked up from where he sat, which was not on the metal bench but in the deserted corner in the room, holding his knees to his chest. His neck and chin were caked in dried blood. His cheeks were tear-stained.

Thor entered his cell, causing Loki to glare at him and curl even more into himself. Thor was hurt by this, but he still approached his brother. The door shut and sealed behind him with magic, meaning no one could get out. The god of thunder held a wet cloth to clean his brother's face with.

He knelt in front of the god of mischief, whom stiffened and eyed Thor cautiously. Thor spoke softly to his brother. "Be calm, Loki. I do not wish to hurt you, only to cleanse you of the dry blood."

Loki did not relax, but he did not reject Thor. So, cautiously, Thor gently began to dab Loki's chin. The trickster stayed a still as a statue, secretly glad Thor cared. He fought his body to keep his body tense and his eyes open.

Once his chin and jaw were clean, Thor moved down to his neck. Loki felt the chill of the wet cloth the moment it touched his neck. He shivered. If Thor noticed this he didn't show it. The cloth was really cold, and where the wet cloth touched started to turn blue.

Loki closed his eyes in shame as he knew he was transforming to his real form. He hated it. He was a monster. A monster that parents tell their children about at night.

When Thor finished cleaning his brother's face, he sat back. Loki watched him with bright blood red eyes. As warmth returned to him, his disguise came back up, hiding his monstrous true form. He stared prideful back at Thor whom was staring at him.

Leave, Thor. Leave like everyone else does. Leave. Leave this monster to rot for all eternity like it deserves.

Loki looked away from the god of thunder's intense gaze. He hated himself. He hated Thor. He hated Thor's loyalty to him. He hated that Thor got everything. He hated that Thor could almost always see through his lies. He hated how Thor couldn't always see through his lies…

Thor slowly stood up and sighed. He then left after calling the guards, leaving Loki to boil in his self-loathing thoughts.


After that day, Thor visited him every single day. Some days he brought books, others he brought trinkets from Misgard he had found. After a week of Thor's visits, the god of thunder brought in something… curious.

Loki sat on the metal bench, secretly waiting for Thor's annual visit. Thor always visited from after dinner till Loki fell asleep. This time would probably be no different.

As expected, Thor entered the cell and smiled at his brother. His hands were behind his back. "Loki, dear brother, I brought you a surprise!" the god of thunder seemed to be excited and anxious.

The trickster nodded as if to say 'Well show me, you imbecile.'

The thunder god just grinned before pulling his hands out from behind his back. A black ball of fluff was what his hands were holding.

Loki was confused. Why was a black ball of fluff so special. Then suddenly the fluffy ball spoke softly. "Meow."

"Surprise! It's a black kitten. Misgardians keep them as pets. I got it to keep you company." Thor smiled brightly.

Loki blinked and stood up examining the… kitten more closely. Suddenly, a cute fluffy head popped up from underneath. Loki sighed.

Thor, you fool! You're holding the poor thing upside-down! Loki thought as he took the kitten from Thor and turned it right-side up.

The mischief god smiled, in spite of his stitches. A bit of blood began to drip from his mouth, but he could care less. He held the black fluff ball to his chest, cradling it like a mother would her baby.

Thor smiled. He was glad he got Loki to smile, even if it caused him to bleed. The tan god pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere on his person. He gently wiped away the tiny streams of blood. Loki didn't glare at Thor like he usually did when the god cleaned his face.

When Loki did look at Thor, he didn't glare. He didn't act cold. He allowed Thor a small smile. He could be angry and hate Thor later. He was just grateful for his new kitten.

"What shall you name it, brother? I'll get you something to write with." Thor spoke.

Loki watched his brother leave. His heart fell. What if Thor didn't come back? Did this kitten mean Thor wouldn't visit him anymore?

Five minutes late, Thor returned with some thing to write with and something to write on. Loki was relieved. He found he didn't want his former brother to stop visiting him.

Thor noticed the relief that washed over his brother's face. He smiled and said "Did you think, brother, that I wouldn't come back?"

Loki scoffed as best as he could with his sewn lips. He did, yes, but he would never admit it. Thor chuckled softly. "Do not fret, brother. I would never not return for you." his eyes glimmered with amusement and happiness as he spoke, "For you are to valuable to me to just let rot in a cell."

The trickster studied Thor curiously. What did he mean by that? Did he care of Loki as just a brother would or…

No. I will not going there. I will not think of such things. Loki thought as he sat on the metal bench again. He held the kitten in his lap. It mewled. He smiled. Thor then handed him the paper and charcoal pencil. Loki took them and the began to think.

What is a good name for this cute little creature? Loki looked at the kitten in his lap. He smiled. The kitten blinked its cute little emerald eyes up at him. What about Thora or Thoren? No… that may be too obvious… Hm…

He then wrote on the paper. Thor looked at the sheet. He chuckled softly. "Oh… the kitten is female."

Loki nodded and looked back at the black fluff ball. He then smiled and wrote down the perfect name. He showed it to Thor. Thor took the paper and read it aloud. "Mischief."

Thor chuckled, his eyes full of amusement. Loki smiled at the kitten, blood dripping again. The black kitten meowed. Like your new name, Mischief?

The kitten meowed in response as if he could hear the god. Loki wrote two other words on the piece of paper. Then, he handed it to Thor.

Thor couldn't believe his eyes when he read it. He smiled at Loki, his heart swelling. He handed the paper back and said softly "Your welcome."


A week later, Loki sat on his metal bench, feeding his precious kitten with one of the sweet rolls Thor snag for him to feed Mischief from dinner the previous night.

Loki smiled at the precious kitten. Mischief was attacking the sweet roll he was given. IT was just the most adorable thing in all the nine realms!

When the door opened to day, Loki looked up to find not Thor but a guard. He held a piece of paper in his hand. "A message from Thor." He dropped the piece of paper and left the room.

Loki stood up, holding his kitten, walking towards the sheet of paper. He picked it up and returned to his seat. Once his kitten was comfortable in his lap, he read the page.

Dear brother,

Misgard is in desperate need of my help. I do not know for how long I will be there nor when I will return. I leave before lunch so I will not be able to see you. I just wished to inform you that I would have to miss seeing you every day for a bit. I will bring you back a trinket and something for Mischief.

Many apologizes,

Thor

Loki let his hand fall to rest next to Mischief in his lap. He looked down at the kitten and watched it gnaw on the roll it was given. Swallowing thickly, Loki wondered if Thor was finally abandoning him. What if this was Thor's way of saying he wasn't coming back? That he was never visiting Loki again?

The god of mischief suddenly growled deep in his throat in frustration and anger. He was so disappointed in himself! Becoming soft for Thor! He would just leave like everyone else! Why should he care about Thor?!

Petting the soft kitten in his lap, he made a goal in his head. I will become hard again. I refuse to let anyone, especially Thor, soften me again!

Loki looked down at the kitten in his lap, which was looking back at him with its emerald green eyes. The kitten actually reminded him of himself. The jet black fur and the emerald eyes…

The god of mischief scratched behind the kitten's fluffy ears and refused to smile when Mischief's tail flicked around cutely. He didn't wish to smile ever again. He decided to be hard and cold from now on. To be the Loki everyone knows and hates. To be the Frostgiant he was meant to be.