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"Here's your food Princess," the guard laughed as he opened the glass door and stepped inside.

Roria stepped towards him hesitantly and accepted the food, holding out her hand to remove the tray from his hand. "Thank you," she said in a small voice.

The guard smirked, "The name's Simonson. Why don't you show me just how thankful you are?" He pointed at his cheek. "The King is gone at the moment so I could just let you starve for now."

Her stomach twisted. Three days without food was enough to make anyone crazy. She leaned in reluctantly and let her lips touch his scratchy cheek. And when she pulled back, he grinned evilly and handed her the tray.

Roria sat the tray down carefully before turning to him again. "I really am, so very grateful," she said softly and then she looked up at him and he found a fist in his face. She made to pass him and escape through the glass door but she couldn't.

He stumbled back and some other guards rushed into the room to shut the glass door as he stepped out. He stared at her with anger as he wiped away the blood. "You're going to wish you hadn't done that."

"Oh, I seriously doubt that," she said as she put the bread to her mouth and took a bite in content. "Have a nice day, Mr. Simonson."

She sat down against the glass and finished the food.


"I see," Loki nodded as the guard told him his accounts of what happened. "And you think we should just kill her now."

The guard gave a light nod but his face hid everything.

Loki smiled and nodded. "Well, I watched the tape. Human technology can be so very useful. It turns out that the poor girl was a little provoked. I thought it was made quite clear that no one was meant to talk to the prisoner." Loki bared his teeth and glared at the guard. The guard flinched but Loki lowered his weapon. "Leave my sight."

The guard left in a hurry. He nearly tripped as he squeezed through the door of Loki's room.

It had been two days ago that this had happened. Loki had been gone to collect certain assets to his army leaving the girl and his thoughts of her behind. But now she came to his attention to him again. He looked at the food the guards had brought for him and sighed.

He gathered the tray and found himself walking into the room that held her glass cell. He opened the door and stepped inside.

Her eyes snapped up to his and she gave a great look of distain. "You're back." She reached up to take the tray.

"I am," moved the tray of food out of her reach.

She went red and set her jaw. "If you're looking for a kiss, you can forget it."

Loki gave a small laugh and he leaned back against the glass. "No. But I wouldn't mind one."

She glared up at him and then looked away. "What do you want?"

"How about a riddle?" Loki smiled.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh you always did love your riddles. You loved to stump everyone to show your vast knowledge. Here's one for you: No sooner spoken than broken."

Loki blinked at her in surprise. "Silence," He guessed and laughed, "I'm right am I not? Well then, It has roots as nobody sees, is taller than trees. Up and up it goes and yet, it never grows. What is it?"

"You've told me that one before," she frowned. "A mountain."

He was taken aback. "You remember that?"

"I do," she nodded with a sigh. "I'm a Morilian. We can't forget things."

"Ahh, yes," he smirked. He thought for a moment but then went on. "This old one runs forever, but never moves at all. He had not longs nor throat, but still a might roaring call."

Roria leaned back thinking with a thoughtful look. She frowned lightly as she said, "A waterfall. Oh do try something harder next time Loki. You're losing your touch." She took the tray out of his arms and he smiled.

"The poor have me, the rich do not, and if you eat me you shall die. The dumb say me, the deaf hear me, and the blind see me. What am I?" Loki turned to her expectantly but she remained silent. "I'll give you more food when you want it next if you can figure it out."

She sighed and nodded.

Loki laughed and waited for her to devour the food. She sat in silence, thinking. "I don't know."

"Hmmmm….well when you figure it out," he trailed off and took the tray away from her. "Oh and I do apologize for the guard. Humans are not very gracious hosts."

"You're so much better," she mumbled under her breath.

"Perhaps you'd rather be dead?" he raised an eyebrow and smirked when she did not answer him or meet his eyes. "You have been pretty quiet. You used to be quiet the talker. Not worse than Thor but then, who is?"

Roria stopped herself from smiling. It used to be their joke. Thor, the nonstop talker. He always rambled when she came over. "You should go."

He stopped smiling and turned to her. "Oh, did the mention of precious Thor make you angry?"

No. It was the fact that Roria was slowly forgetting Loki was her enemy. She'd been sent to the past where she could tell him anything. When riddles were their game. Where he comforted her when she was sad. Back when he was her friend.

"No," she said practically spitting at him. "You seem to be forgetting I am not choosing to be here. I am a prisoner."

Loki's merry look turned dark and he turned away from her. "I haven't forgotten." He turned and left with the empty tray in hand.

She watched the glass door close behind him and began to think.

Trying to escape was pointless. Without her tiara she was like any other human girl. Weak. Loki held power over her and there was no chance of an escape. She wondered if the Avengers knew where she was. Perhaps Thor and Steve were already planning a rescue mission.

And then again, she didn't even know where she was. She could be here a long time. She sighed. She was going to need food.

What do the poor have that the rich do not?...


Who can answer the riddle without using references such as the internet to help them? The poor have me, the rich do not, and if you eat me you shall die. The dumb say me, the deaf hear me, and the blind see me. What am I?

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