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~Lokasenna – Tortured Prince~

Chapter Three

Heavy panting and whimpered screams was all that could be heard from Loki's prison. The poison had engraved itself into his chest but he showed no one. A woman, her face wrinkled with wisdom stood by the cell, confused at first. She couldn't see him, in the darkness. Frigga sighed and looked down, sadness draining her body.

"Loki, come out. It's me." Her motherly voice sounded out against the silence, fighting it away. The walls echoed her voice, replaying it over and over. Nothing. Silence. Frigga got a chair, scrapping it along the floor, and sat outside the cell. "My son, reveal yourself." Loki looked up, his hair drenched in sweat. It had grown long and thick. He looked down at his chest and sniffs. Wiping away his tears, Loki rose to stand using the last amount of his strength and walks to the front of the cell, so Frigga could see him. What the woman saw was not pleasant. The poison and fizzled away at Loki's skin, dissolving itself into him, leaving a dark brown scar on his chest. The scar was like a tree, with branches reaching out of it. The poison had made a display with his veins, making them stand out against his pale skin.

"I am not your son." Loki said, his voice weak and barely above a whisper. He watched Frigga blinking. Frigga stood up and put her hand to Loki's chest, which made him wince, but her motherly touch sort of soothed the pain.

"You will always be my son, Loki." Frigga smiled, putting her over hand on his cheek, through the bars. Loki watched her. Frigga was the only woman he truly loved, the only one who really cared about him throughout his childhood when Odin was paying more attention to Thor. Loki sighed, batting her hand away, and did up his tattered shirt.

"So you let your son stay in here and get tortured?" Loki hissed, turning away. Frigga shook her head desperately.

"I have tried to change his mind, Loki but-"

"But it's not enough is it?!" Loki snapped suddenly, throwing his fist against the bars, a crack echoing throughout all the walls. He looked at his hand and then at hers as she offers to help. "Leave. If you had nothing good to tell me, why did you come?"

Frigga stared at him, with such sadness only a mother could hold. Disappointed lingered in her eyes. She was disappointed about how Loki had turned out, yes, but she loved him like a son. She loved him as if he were her own. To her, Loki was her own.

"I came to comfort you, Loki." She tried to put hand on the scars on his chest, but he patted her hand away.

"I don't need comfort!" Loki raised his voice, but his tone went lower, and darker. "I need the keys. I need to get what's rightfully mine, the crown. I need to rule this world. I need to free it from the shackles and chains it wears. I need...I need..."Loki frowned, thinking. The grin soon returned to his face. "I need fire. Fire which never goes out. Fire which burns through everything in its path. Water cannot stop this fire, for it is MY fire. MY fire, Mother!"

Frigga backed away and stuttered. "My baby boy, you are not well."

Loki tilted his head to the side. "What are you saying, Mother? I am perfectly well. Its everyone else, Mother, they run around like madmen. They need guidance. I can give that to them."

Frigga shook her head. She had come down to see if any remains of her son were trapped inside the cage of a maniac. No. No, her Loki, her smiling, smart, brilliant, gorgeous Loki died when he fell off the bifrost. She sniffs and walks off.

"Mother?" Loki whimpered and watched her walk away. The one good thing was now walking away from him. He turned away and admitted defeat, and waited for death. He heard footsteps but couldn't be bothered to look round. He had way too many things on his mind. Evil maggots sucked at his mind, ordering to make the world clean.

The dark haired prince looked round when he heard the steel pot fall down. Narrowing his eyes, he walked to the bars, trying to see the culprit. No one. Maybe it was just the wind? Loki sighed and turned away before hearing a tiny voice say,

"Family problems, huh?"

Loki swiftly turned. It was a maid girl. She had a pixie like face, with hazel eyes which were the same colour as chocolate. Her hair was a golden blonde. But Loki grinned, his mischievous side finally getting released from its cage. The demon inside cackled and laughed at the peaceful young lady who stood before him.

"You have no idea, girl." He spat out the last word as if it were a rotten piece of food. The girl frowned, a crease shaping on her forehead.

"Master Loki, I am here to give you food." The girl said, innocently, holding up the tray. It held a bowl of cold porridge and a dirty glass of muddy water. The girl spilled the tray through the hatch; Loki simply looked at it as if it were the most disgusting piece of food in the entire universe. Even worse than the shwama that the Man of Iron used to talk about. Loki scoffed.

"You expect to eat that? I will not." Loki frowned at her. What was she thinking? HE was the prince of Asgard. Oh, but wait. He wasn't now. He was simply a criminal, a rat in the gutter according to what he heard at the trial. The girl frowned, getting annoyed with him

"Master Loki, his majesty commands it." The girl said, saying as if it were obvious. Loki ran to the bars and leaned against them. The sudden bang made the maid girl jump. She watched him, spreading around her face. Her beautiful face couldn't help her now.

"Tell Odin, to employ maids who can actually face the prisoners. I've seen your mind. I am in there right now." Loki's grin spread on his face as the girl's eyes widened. "I know you have a boyfriend named Javir. You don't really love him though, do you? No, you've been cheating on him. With Fandral? Oh, you can do better than him. He is all talk, no walk. You may as well be dating Hogun. Or Falstagg." Loki laughed, deliberately trying to creep this little rat out. "You think I fancy you? Far from it. Why would I fancy you? Why would I desire your touch, your kiss, your sex? You have none of what I need, of what I crave. Love is sentiment. Love is weakness. Love holds you back. Love holds you up but the inevitable fall will be hard, will break your heart, well what's left of it." Loki stared at the girl who was near to crying. "Love me, and you are in for a nightmare."

The girl broke into tears and ran off, crying loudly. Loki smirked. His work was done. He had, once again, caused mischief. Nice one, old chap.