"I don't have daddy problems." Spitting his words at me like arrows coated in deadly poison.
"Yes, you do Loki. You have very serious daddy problems, and it all started from when you were a little boy and you saw that Thor would eventually be the king of Asgard and you would end up as his foot-man and be known as the brother of the all-mighty king." I feel adrenaline pump through my body as I speak these words. I know the consequences of speaking in such a manner but in the end, what does it matter? Loki will be locked up and Thor will become king and I will have nothing to fear... at least I hope so. I keep having this feeling that something bad is going to happen and Loki is going to get out of his glass cage one day and when the time is right he'll come after me for practically insulting him.
I hear him laugh, "Hehehehe" he goes and then he stops.
"You have no fear of me I see. I like that, but you should watch your words. They may come back and..." as he speaks I see a figure pop up next to me and next thing I know I hear his sinister voice in my ear, "bite you."
I jump from my seat and glare at Loki, who was laughing and smiling coyly at me. I feel anger bubble up inside me; I'm not given enough respect for the kind of crazies I have to put up with. I let my anger take over me and I go over to Loki and give him a very large slap across the cheek. I feel the smoothness of his perfect-God face and feel my hand slide across his cheek and listen to the sound resonate in my ears. The moment I let down my hand I feel guilt weigh on me like Thor's hammer; I shouldn't have hit him, I shouldn't have hit him. I had to, he startled me and used his horrible manipulative powers in my room and I felt so foolish for believing he won't try anything like that on me. I breathe out heavily and put my hand to my forehead and lean into it, dipping my head and staring at my feet.
"I think we're done for the day." I turn my back to him and call for the guards.
Just before the guards enter I feel a cold hand on my shoulder and a warm breath against my neck. Loki whispers in my ear.
"I'll be looking forward to our next session." And I can hear him smile in my ear as he shoots back to the chair just as the guards enter.
"What happened? Why are you done so early?"
"Nothing... I just think that the first session should be short, to get him in the swing of things. Just take him away and bring him back for his next session tomorrow." I still refuse to turn to look at him. I hear one of the guards whisper to the other:
"Why is his cheek red?"
"Don't know. Maybe the all mighty god of mischief got a good slap."
They both laugh as they slap the chains back onto Loki and lead him out of the room. As they leave I hear Loki say, "Toodloo. Until tomorrow." in a very amused voice.
"What an idiotic earth phrase." I mutter to myself as I go to shut the doors. I sink down into the chair Loki was just sitting in and look at my hands; they were shaking. Was I scared? Was I afraid? I don't know... All I know is that Loki can see me in two ways; he either wants to see my dead body lying at his feet or he'll try to convince me to join his crazy rampage because he likes me and wants me on his team so he doesn't have to kill me. Part of me hopes it's the former because it seems a lot better than being harassed by the god of mischief.
