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AN: Thank you so much for your feedback! I love you guys! I am incredibly relieved and happy that you liked the first chapter so much. I bring the second one and I hope you'll enjoy it, too. Things are still moving slowly, but I wanted to show what Loki is going through the first few days; what he thinks, what he feels. I also wanted to get a bit more into Thor's head. I hope you'll enjoy this.

A special thanks goes to GreenLoki for all the help she has given me. Girl, you rock!

~ My Sweet Prince ~

Day 1

The first thing Loki grew aware of was a soft humming. He tried to recognize the sound, but he failed. He quickly realized there was an extremely bright light burning overhead, making his eyes hurt even though he kept them closed. For a moment he thought he'd forgotten to turn off the light last night before going to bed, but the idea was ridiculous. He'd never forget something like that.

Loki turned to his other side and pulled his knees up to his chest, while slowly, his senses were coming back to him. The air around him smelled unfamiliar and his nose hurt. Loki pulled his thin blanket higher until it covered half his face and he wished he could fall asleep again.

Memories rushed back to him. He instantly sat up and opened his eyes. He remembered walking through the park and being asked the time by a broad, muscular blond man. He remembered thinking he had such unnatural blue eyes. Then that same man had attacked him and now he was…here. Where was here exactly?

The room in which he found himself was small and awfully bright. Too bright.

Loki found himself sitting on a mattress on the ground. There was a sink to his left and a chamber pot standing underneath it. There were no windows and Loki realized the noise he'd heard came from a small ventilator that blew fresh air into the little room. His cell. That thought frightened Loki and he felt his hands began to tremble.

What on earth had happened?

Only then did he realize another detail. He wasn't wearing his clothes anymore. Instead he wore sweatpants and an old over-sized shirt. It was such a ridiculous thought, but Loki felt sick by the idea that his attacker had undressed him. Again he pulled his knees up to his chest. He felt tears sting the sides of his eyes, but he refused to cry.

He was an adult man so he should keep his wits together. He needed to think and he needed to get out of this situation! Feeling slightly better, Loki stood and walked to the door. He didn't know what he'd expected, but of course he couldn't just walk out of here. Anger consumed him and so he screamed and shouted. He banged his hands against the door and stamped his feet on the ground. He prayed someone would hear him and come to help him, but he wasn't naïve.

He didn't know how long he'd been screaming, but eventually he stopped and returned to sit on the mattress. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. His senses had grown extremely sharp and hyper vigilant, but all that he heard was the irritating noise the ventilator made and all that he saw was brightness.

His eyes and ears hurt.

Minutes passed. Perhaps even hours. Loki didn't know. He didn't even know whether it was day or night. He thought about his parents and brother and wondered if they'd noticed he was missing yet. He thought about his friends and wondered what they were doing right now. He thought about Sigyn and he felt his heart contract painfully. He loved her, he missed her warm touch, and he wanted to hear her loving words. He wanted to feel her arms around his neck so that he could smell her long, black hair.

Loki closed his eyes and pictured the faces of everyone he loved before him. He held onto them as if he held onto his very life and he hoped that he would soon get out of this situation. They would wait for him and they would hug him when they'd see him again. Yes, Loki thought, as long as he had them he would be okay.

~ 0 ~

Day 2

~ 0 ~

He couldn't know, but he swore hours had passed by now. His stomach growled angrily because he was hungry, but he didn't care. With every passing moment, he grew more afraid because in the end, his captor had to show up. Loki didn't know what he wanted more: to be left alone or to see he who'd put him in this little room again.

In the end, he didn't have much choice. He heard the turning of locks first and Loki instantly felt his muscles tense. Suddenly, he tried to remember every detail he knew about his attacker, but other than blond and blue eyes, he came up blank. The door opened with a loud, screeching sound and Loki pressed his back against the wall as if he could disappear into it. Oh, he'd give anything to be invisible right now!

A man entered, looking extremely tall in this little cell. Loki had been right about the hair and eyes and so he let his gaze fall over the rest of the man's features. He noted sharp cheekbones, a beard, and he saw the strong muscles of the man's arms and hands. Loki tried to remember everything as well as he could for when he'd escape or be released and give a statement to the police.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," the man said with a deep, but surprisingly kind voice.

Loki swallowed heavily while a dozen questions flooded his mind. Who was this man? What did he want? Why had he taken him? Why was he here? What was going to happen? Where were his clothes? What was that man's name? What were his intentions?

Loki stopped himself before he completely freaked out.

"I thought you might be hungry and thirsty." The man kneeled down and revealed a small, transparent bag as well as a small bottle of water. There were two sandwiches in the bag and Loki hated the sensation in his stomach. He was indeed very hungry, but some childish part of him didn't want to accept food from this stranger - his attacker. "Take it," the man encouraged him, "I didn't poison it if that's what you're afraid of. What would be the point? Take it because it's all for you."

Reluctantly – because god damnit, he was hungry! – Loki accepted the little bag and the bottle of water. He drank the water first before taking the first sandwich out of the bag and dared to take a small bite. It didn't taste funny so chances were it was safe to eat. A moment of silence passed and Loki could feel the man's gaze fall intensely on him. He was being observed and Loki was frightened by that idea.

"What do you want from me?" He asked carefully after a short silence. His throat was dry even though he just drank an entire bottle of water. His voice sounded rough, like he'd just swallowed sandpaper. He didn't care, though. He wanted answers and maybe, just maybe he'd get a few. "I haven't got any money."

The man cocked his head a little to his left, a strand of blond hair falling before his face. "But your parents have."

That was true, but Loki had always refused to accept any money of them. He loved his parents and he was very close with them, but he'd always insisted on standing on his own two feet and his parents had encouraged him. He'd taken a job when he'd turned eighteen to help pay for university and he'd found a good job immediately after he'd graduated. His parents never paid once for his apartment or his car or anything else.

"You sent them a ransom note?" Loki asked, his voice peculiarly small.

The man nodded once. "I know who you are, Loki Laufeyson," he said, "and I know who your parents are."

"And you?" Loki had already forgotten all about the sandwich even though his stomach still growled loudly. "What should I call you?"

"Thor," the man replied instantly. If Loki wasn't mistaken, he found that Thor smiled ever so slightly. Later he would realize that this was the moment he should have understood everything. He would think that it was in this moment that he should have known Thor never planned on letting him go. Why else would he tell Loki his name and show his face so clearly? But right now Loki could only nod in response. "I won't hurt you if you cooperate," Thor added.

"Where are my clothes?" Out of all the questions he had in his mind, he asked that one. Loki felt like a complete idiot.

"I burned them," Thor answered as if it was the most obvious conclusion in the world. "I can't have any traces of you around the house. Besides, the clothes were dirty and there was blood on them. When I knocked you in the face, your noise began to bleed, but don't worry, I cleaned you. But I burned everything you had with you."

Loki felt a painful contraction inside his chest. He felt as if the last thin thread connecting him to his home had just been severed. He felt his family was now further away from him than ever before. He had nothing left to remind him of them – nothing tangible at least.

"Now eat your sandwiches," Thor said. Loki didn't know whether his discomfort and his fear were obvious, but if it was then Thor either ignored it or he was completely oblivious to it. "I don't have all day."

Loki followed the advice - more an order - and ate both sandwiches. As soon as he finished, Thor stood. He towered over Loki like a giant and Loki felt himself tremble again. He wished he could appear stronger and more confident, but it was not surprising he resembled nothing more than a small, lost child. He was at the mercy of a kidnapper and he had absolutely no idea what would happen next.

Thor took the little plastic bag and empty bottle and headed out.

"Wait!" Loki had no idea what he was doing. "Will you really let me go when my parents have paid you what you want?"

"Yes," Thor answered instantly, "I will."

Thor left and the door fell shut behind him. Loki still didn't dare to move from the mattress. It was as if he was afraid to touch the cold, stone floor. He was afraid that the cold would spread through his body. Locks turned and Loki once again knew he was stuck here. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around his body. He felt it gave him some degree of comfort which was a silly idea, but it was true none the less.

A loud click could be heard that echoed through the little room and Loki instantly straightened his back. He had no idea what the sound meant, but he figured it out soon enough. The light above him died out, casting the room in nothing but darkness.

Complete, utter darkness.

Loki could not even see his own hand which was only a few inches before his eyes. There was only the color black and Loki felt completely abandoned. He knew he was alone and he was scared out of his mind. He wasn't even ashamed of it. Wouldn't every other man be scared right now?

Pulling the blanket higher up to his face, Loki went to lie down. He hoped his eyes would soon adjust to the darkness, but even after what must have been thirty minutes, he still saw nothing. He saw nothing and he heard only the humming of the ventilator.

How long was he supposed to remain in this situation? He knew he would slowly lose his mind under these circumstances. It was just a matter a time.

~ 0 ~

Day 4

~ 0 ~

Hours passed. Of course, Loki couldn't be certain since he had no clock with him, only darkness. He tried to tell the time of the day by listening to the rhythm of his body. He tried to sense when he grew tired, when the night had fallen or when he grew hungry to guess whether it was noon or evening, but he failed. His body was too disrupted. All that he experienced was exhaustion, thirst and hunger.

For a moment he thought Thor had abandoned him, that he'd left him to die, but then what would be the point of all this? He'd been taken to ask his parents for ransom so Thor couldn't leave him to rot in this little room. When he received the money, he would be forced to let him go. Right? Right.

Time passed – that he was sure of - and Loki felt himself grow more and more desperate. He tried to think of his family and he knew they were looking for him, but after a while, not even that could lift his spirits anymore. He couldn't bring himself to smile. He simply lay on the mattress, the blanket covering his trembling body. His thoughts drifted to the silliest of things; from stupid clips about cats he'd seen on the internet to remembering recipes to bake a cake. He remembered the last thing he'd seen on TV and the last book he'd read. He remembered his last dream and the last time he'd kissed his girlfriend. He remembered everything, but slowly, the edges of those memories became smudged. He remembered kissing Sigyn, but what dress had she been wearing?

The more he tried to remember the details, the more exhausted he felt. He let himself fall asleep and he welcomed it with arms wide open. Sleep meant dreams and he'd do anything to escape the hell he'd been in if only for a little while. But his dream turned into a nightmare and suddenly, he found himself running down a long, empty street, screaming his lunges out, but no one listened. No one cared. Shadow-hands tried to grab his arms and legs, and they tried to pull him down as the sky darkened above him. Clouds turned from white to grey to black.

Lightening.

Loki jumped awake, quickly catching a deep breath. His shirt stuck to his sweaty skin, his eyes stood wide and they hurt because only three seconds later did he realize the light in the room had come on again. He looked up, but he couldn't stare directly into the lamp. It was too bright.

Then everything turned dark again. Black.

Loki swallowed heavily. Nothing but darkness surrounded him once more – just like before and just like his nightmare - yet all his senses stood on high alert. He still felt extremely tired, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. He vaguely realized that the light must have come on with a purpose: to disturb his rest. Keeping him awake, keeping him hungry and thirsty would break him. Loki knew this, but what could he do to stop it?

What could he do to fight it?

When he sleeps, he would only dream nightmares, and when he's awake, he lived nightmares.

Loki began to cry and sob like a small and lost child. Under different circumstances, he'd feel ashamed to behave so weakly because he was an adult man, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He just cried into his blanket and prayed that this madness would soon end. He feared he wouldn't survive for very long.

And for the first time in his life, he feared death.

~ 0 ~

Day 5

~ 0 ~

Thor regretted not having installed a camera in the little room. It had been two days since he saw Loki and even though he was so very worried about him, he knew this was an important part of the process. Many of his friends thought Thor wasn't very bright. He was a very friendly man, and he had a talent and passion for sports, but he never scored very high on his Biology or History tests during High School. His academic grades were never very good, which was the reason why he quit college and found himself a job in construction. Besides, he loved working with his hands more than working with his brain.

What surprised a great deal of people, however, was the fact that he loved to read. He read everything; from fiction to non-fiction to fantasy. From George R.R. Martin to Dan Brown to Mark Twaine. He read everything.

By the time he turned twenty-five four years ago, he'd read dozens of psychology books. He'd never known why the human mind interested him so much and he'd certainly never thought he would use any of that knowledge, but now he was very glad that he read it all. Kidnapping a man was one thing and the actual deed had been very easy, but making a man submissive and obedient was another. After all, Thor wanted Loki to be his and he wanted to be absolutely certain that one day, Loki wouldn't run away from him even when given the opportunity.

Thor loved Loki with all his heart, but he wasn't naïve. He didn't expect Loki to love him back. Not right away at least. That's why he'd concocted a plan. He would break Loki's connection to the world which was the easiest part, and then he would break him physically and mentally before rebuilding him piece by piece. He would show him he's the only one to be trusted and given time, Loki would love him back.

The first part of the plan had been telling Loki he asked his parents for money. That part had succeeded. Of course he would not be so stupid to actually contact Laufey and Farbauti, Loki's father and mother. In a few days, he would simply tell Loki that they refused to pay because they couldn't care less about their eldest son. Logically, Loki would refuse to believe him, but given passing time, he would at least start to doubt his family.

Doubt was all Thor needed to find his way into Loki's mind.

Part two was making him miserable. It was a part Thor hated. He wanted to rush into that little room and hug Loki. He wanted to love him and hold him, but he couldn't. Not yet. So he left him alone for two days, without food or water and every two hours, he turned on the light for five seconds as to make sure Loki couldn't sleep properly.

Tomorrow he would finally allow himself to visit his soul mate again. After all, the young man needed food and water to survive. Thor would bring him all that he needed and Loki would learn that he could trust Thor. He would learn that Thor would come for him when he least expected it.

Yes, Thor thought, he was greatly looking forward to tomorrow. Any time he could spend with his great love was time well spent. Loki would be his and his alone. Finally, he would have what he longed for – lusted for – all these years. Finally, he would find his life perfect.

~ 0 ~

Day 6

~ 0 ~

By the time Loki heard the turning of the locks, he was too tired to move quickly. He felt like a sloth. Every muscle he flexed hurt and every movement he made appeared to happen in slow motion or as if he moved under water. But finally he managed to sit up with his back leaning against the wall, though he kept the blanket around his body. He had no idea how long he'd been kept prisoner, but in that time he'd come to find comfort in the stupid white blanket.

Again, he felt like a child.

A child in desperate need of a shower and fresh clothes.

The light jumped to life and Loki groaned. He buried his face in between his knees, shutting out the light, and held his breath. He didn't even know why he held his breath. Nothing he did or experienced lately made any sense.

Thor entered the room, holding bread and a bottle of water. When Loki noticed, he felt his mouth water instantly. Without saying a word, Thor handed him the supplies and Loki quickly emptied the bottle and devoured the bread. His stomach wasn't completely filled, but at least the biting hunger diminished.

"Thank you," he heard himself say. He had no idea why he thanked the man that had kidnapped him and put him in this miserable little cell in the first place. Perhaps he wanted to keep Thor friendly because he was entirely dependent on him. Still, there lay a burning question on the tip of his tongue and he needed to ask it now. "Have my parents paid yet?"

If they had, freedom would be close.

"No," Thor replied without much emotion in his voice. He sat down near the door, folding his legs underneath his body. He was an impressive and intimidating man, but when he sat like that, Loki couldn't help but think that this man was his age. He was young like he was, though he was probably two or three years older. "And they are not going to," Thor added.

Loki knew it probably had something to do with his exhaustion and disorientation, because he had no idea what he had just been told. He heard words and those words formed sentences, but they might as well be Chinese. "I don't… I don't understand," he said, stuttering, "my parents have money. They would pay for my release, I know they would."

"Apparently not," Thor sighed. Loki dared to think he saw compassion in Thor's eyes, but why would that man care? "They haven't really replied much to my ransom-note. I think it's safe to say they're relieved to be rid of you. They're probably very happy now that they only have one son left to take care of."

"No," Loki said angrily. He let go of the blanket which fell to his feet, "no, you are lying!" His voice echoed through the little cell, momentarily drowning out the noise of the ventilator.

Thor arched one eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Why would I lie?" He asked innocently. "What do I have to gain from it? I wanted money and your parents refused to give it to me. I have read every newspaper and there is barely any mention of your kidnapping. I suppose there isn't really anyone missing you."

"No!" Loki shouted. He wasn't going to fall for Thor's lies so easily. His parents loved him. He was certain of it. His friends loved him. Sigyn loved… Sigyn! "No, you are lying, Thor. Pathetic lies. My parents wouldn't give up on me. My brother wouldn't just forget me. My girlfriend would definitely miss me. She would search heaven and hell for me!"

He didn't know what it was that set Thor off – though it had to be something he had said - but one moment Thor was sitting casually near the door and the next he loomed over Loki, his hands grabbing Loki's shoulders roughly and pulling him to his feet.

"You fool!" Thor screamed to Loki's face. His blue eyes betrayed nothing but rage.

Loki tensed, his throat turning dry even though he just drank water, and he felt sick to his stomach.

"No one loves you!" Thor continued with his madness. He continued to roughly shake Loki's body. "No one gives a damn about you! Accept it! You're all alone in this world and I am all you have left!" A second passed where Thor stared into Loki's frightened eyes before he let go of him. His hands balled into fists, indicating that his anger was still very much coursing through his body. His face had the color of a corpse.

Loki was too afraid and too shocked to move or speak.

"You're not getting out of here," Thor said, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "no one is willing to pay and you've seen too much. You've see my face and you know my name. You will stay here, with me."

"No, please," Loki said, followed by a pathetic sob, "I won't tell a soul about you. Just let me go and I'll pretend as if nothing has happened. Please!"

"I'm not stupid," Thor snapped, "you'll stay here. Deal with it."

With those words, Loki found himself alone again. When the locks turned, he felt as if it was final. He felt like that door would never open again and he would remain here, alone and forgotten. He would die here and that frightened him beyond reason.

He broke down and began to sob for the umpteenth time. He couldn't help but miss his mother. He'd give anything to feel her arms around him, because Thor was lying; Farbauti would never leave him. Laufey and Helblindi would never leave him. Sigyn would never leave him. None of his friends would leave him. He pictured their faces in his mind and imagined them hugging him.

Yet he was all alone and that was reality.

He had to find a way to face it.

Just not today.

AN: So…what do you think?