A/N: I have been super busy as of recent, but I finally had the time to write this out. Enjoy!


Day's passed without me hearing anything from Loki; even Thor had not contacted home. I was worried about them, but mostly my worry lay in fear that Loki would try something that Thor could never forgive. To keep my mind off of him, I worked long hours in the dungeon with the disgruntled prisoners keeping my mind off of him. This strategy worked until I came across Loki's cell.

The room had been left the way it was, broken furniture covering the floor, making me miss him even more. I went into the cell, slowly. I sat down on the couch where Loki had spent so much of his time, and the memories of our talks played in my head. My thoughts were interrupted, when two guards came into the cell. "Miss, we need you to clear out of this cell." The first one said.

"Why? There will be a prisoner returning to this cell." I stood and looked at their confused glances and watched the silent conversation pass between them. "What's wrong?"

"Miss, Prince Loki was found dead in the land of the Dark Elves." The guard replied.

I couldn't speak. The guards stared at me still waiting for me to leave the cell. I nodded my goodbye and hurried out of the cell. My room was located in a building near the prison, and I ran straight to it. Once inside, I sat down on my bed, beginning to cry. I completely broke down, the tears cascading from my eyes, and I sobbed loudly into my pillow. I laid down and imagined Loki lying next to me, but my imagination couldn't conjure a solid image. At some point, I cried myself to sleep, and I knew my heart was broken for good.

Time heals all wounds, but nothing could heal the hole Loki's death left in my life. For the most part, things had returned to normal in Asgard. I had returned to the dungeon, but I avoided his cell at all costs; it wasn't easy. I forced thoughts of him away, and avoided other people, even those who had been my friends. My actions didn't keep them from telling me that Thor had defeated the Dark Elves and was coming back to Asgard. That bit of information hurt to hear.

I was tending to a prisoner one day, when someone came to see me. "I am sure you have already heard the news, but I needed to tell you myself." Thor said as I stood before him.

"I don't need to hear what you have to say, your highness."

"I will tell you anyway." Thor shifted his feet before he began. "Loki died a hero of Asgard. He saved not only my life and Jane Foster's, but all of the people of Asgard."Thor looked at me waiting for me to say something, but I stayed silent. "I would give anything to bring my brother back to me and to you."

"Why would you want him back? He's competition for your crown." I replied.

"He was never my competition. He was alway's my brother, and I love him."

"I loved him, too. And now he's gone." I started to cry and fell to my knee's. I heard Thor step closer then he knelt beside me and put a hand on my back.

"I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. I know he loved you. He told me, but tried to cover it by insulting me. You know how he would respond." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips. "I had sensed a change in him. You had made him a better person." Thor tried to reassure me. He lifted me to my feet and walked me to a chair. I sat down and told him I would be okay. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Thank you for taking the time to visit me." I replied. Thor hesitated, but left me in peace. I composed myself before returning to my duties and taking care of my other prisoners.


One hour after Thor had left me, I was finishing up, when I noticed a person in the shadows watching me. I called out to the person, but they started walking away. I followed them down the hallway until I realized where I had ended up: standing in front of Loki's cell. Inside the cell, Lord Odin stood in the middle, facing the back wall. I turned to leave, but he stopped me. "Come in." He commanded. I did as I was told and walked into the cell. Odin faced me once I was inside. "Were you one of the helpers who took care of the prisoner in this cell?"

"If you mean your son, Loki, then yes." I snapped.

"You are speaking to your king, girl."

"I apologize, sir. I am just upset to learn one of my prisoners has died." I stared at the ground.

"Thor tells me Loki was in love with a prison helper. Would that be you?"

"I believe so, sir."

"Did you return the sentiment?" Odin stepped closer.

"Why does it matter? He is dead and you couldn't care less. Now you don't have to worry about him ruining Thor's chances."

"Silence!" Odin rushed toward me.

"No! I do not care what happens to me now. I loved him and I will spend the rest of my life alone without him." The tears stung my eyes as Odin grabbed me by the throat. His grip wasn't tight which seemed odd, but I was too emotional to care. The scowl on his face didn't scare me and I knew I was going to die by his hands. I closed my eyes waiting for death.

Suddenly, I heard him laugh. He released my throat and I sucked in a breath as I opened my eyes. He smiled at me like it was all a game. "Are you not going to kill me?" I asked.

He laughed again and began to glow green. I averted my eyes as he was wrapped in a green light that was too bright to stare at. "Now why would I do that?" A familiar voice asked.

"It can't be." I turned back to where Odin had been standing. In his place, stood the man I loved. "Loki? Is that really you?"

"I can't believe my stubborn elf doesn't recognize me." He smiled and held out his hand to me. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Now, now. It's okay." He whispered in my ear.

"I thought you were dead." I held on to him tighter as he stroked my hair.

"I'm here now," Loki pulled back to face me, "and I'm not going anywhere. Not without you." He pulled me in again and kissed me hard. It felt so right to be locked in his arms. He gave me one more kiss then pulled away to look in my eyes. "You can't believe how much I missed that."

"I think I can." I smiled and played with his hair until a thought crossed my mind. "If you are pretending to be Odin, where is he?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. The old man is perfectly fine." He kissed me again. "Now, where do we want to start our new life?" Loki put his arm around me and we walked out of the cell. I pushed the thought of Odin out of my mind and focused on the man next to me. Loki had kept his promise and had returned to me.


My story won't be remembered by a million races or even passed down to the people of Asgard. The only ones who will remember our story is my prince of Asgard and me. Loki still has dreams of becoming a king, but he is more focused on being my king and making me happy; I can't complain. I'm still amazed that a prison helper and a prisoner could fall in love, but when it's love, nothing is off-limits.


A/N: Hope you have enjoyed this story. I tried to leave it as a set up for Thor: Ragnarok and I am so excited to see the movie. Thank you for those who have continued to read this.