What about now?

What about today?

What if you're making me

All that i was meant to be?

What if our love

Never went away?

What if its lost behind

Words we could never find?


Theia was sitting on the balcony in Loki's room; she had been spending more and more of her nights with him. Sometimes she would cry and he would hold her, he would whisper that everything was going to be okay, and sometimes she just wanted his company so she just curled up next to him. It was all very innocent and it made Theia happy to have some company.

Right now Theia sat on his balcony; she had a book in her hands. It was from Svartalfheim, just one of the many books that Loki kept in his room. She wanted to know all about the Dark Elves, and to be honest everything was pretty much the same as it was on Alfheim, apart from the fact these Elves had some very evil tendencies. That was proved by what Rorek did.

Speaking of the murderer, Rorek, he was being returned to Svartalfheim that very day. Theia was just waiting for her time to visit him. Loki didn't want Theia to go by herself to the prisons below the weapons vault but she insisted that it was something she had to do on her own. So that's what she was waiting for, she wasn't sure what was keeping her though. Maybe it was the fact that this elf had killed her mother, or maybe it was the fact that he had nearly killed her. Nevertheless she needed answers, and no matter how much she didn't want to know, she had to find out how he had killed her, because nobody else would give her the details.

Theia placed the book down on the balcony, Loki had gone to speak with the Allfather, but he had promised her that he would be back quickly. Theia didn't want him to worry so she hurried from his room and down the stairs towards the prison cells. On her way there people still gave her sympathetic glances, it seemed strange that people felt sorry for her, she didn't want anybody's sympathy, she had enough of that when her father had died.

When she entered the prisons, Rorek's cell was guarded by two burly Asgardians, Theia stood tall as they surveyed her. "I wish to speak with the prisoner."

The guards gave her a questioning glance but Theia stood tall, she would speak to him. The pair looked her over, and then they turned to one another. The guard on the left, who was slightly bulkier than his companion, nodded quickly and sharply before moving aside so the other could open the cell.

"The prisoner is bound," Said the bulkier guard. "But should you wish to leave knock twice and we shall release you."

The door was made of steel, it grated as it slid open revealing a dark cell with only one window. The light streamed in from the square block illuminating chains that hung to the wall. Hands could clearly be seen bound to the shackles; arms were drawn high above his head so he was unable to move them. Shackles were also attached to both ankles, his feet were bare and blackened, and in the darkness Theia could see Rorek's eyes, dark and hollow just like they had been the day he wanted to take her to Svartalfheim.

Theia swallowed and walked into the cell, the door grated shut and she was locked in, alone, with the man who had murdered her mother. She decided to stay on the far side of the wall, so she leant against it, the cool rock was welcoming pressed against the palm of her hand. Theia stared at the prisoner, the murderer; his head was bent down, his black long hair hung limply across his face. Rorek was bent down on his knees; it was probably the most comfortable position considering he was chained to the wall. Not that Theia cared, she wanted him to suffer.

"Have you come to kiss me goodbye?" He asked sarcastically, his head came up and he looked directly into Theia's eyes. There it was the evil that swirled in the pool of his eyes, there was no remorse, no regret, and he felt nothing for what he had done.

"No, if I had my way I would have killed you by now." Theia tilted her head, "But unfortunately your realm wants you for themselves, and I want answers before you go. I want to know everything, I want to know why." Theia was slightly surprised at the strength in her voice, she wasn't shaking like she would have expected, nor did she want to leave as she suspected she would have.

"Answers you say? Are you sure you want to be digging holes deeper than what you can climb out of, Asgardian?" His voice was sly, but he was calm. Theia paused, of course she wanted answers, but at what cost.

"I can assure you, Elf that I want these answers here and now, and I want them from you. Why did you murder my mother?"

Theia moved her hands from behind her back and crossed them over her chest, there was a sly smirk on Rorek's face, and he took in a breath before starting. "You might want to take a seat, this will take a while."

Theia was suspicious at first, she wondered why on Asgard Rorek wasn't being hostile, it would have only made sense, she knew she would have been hostile if she was in his current predicament. After deducing that he was being sincere she sat down and felt the stone between her hands. Rorek's eyes darted to the door and then back to her, they were glazed, like he was remembering a memory, a painful memory.

"It was many years ago, I distinctly remember for I was far younger than I am now. I am sure you are aware of the great battle that your people had with mine?" Theia nodded, she was aware of most Asgardian battles; purely because of the fact her father had been in a lot of them. "The battle was long, ruthless, and your people fought greatly finally subduing us."

"It was at that time, in the final days of battle that I met an Asgardian warrior… He was on the brink of death; a sword to the gut had him almost done. I, having my merciful ways, struck a deal with this warrior. A bargain to be fulfilled when the time was right. Of course many, many years passed and the warrior forgot about our little bargain. It was only when your race found yourself almost at the mercy of the Frost Giants that I came across this warrior again. He had grown older, wearier, and years had passed on his homeland, he like I, had made a life. He had a wife and bore a child… Said child was my bargain.

"He asked for help, at the cost of his child… The warrior asked for my help to slew the Frost Giants that had invaded Asgard, before this I only asked that his child visited Svartalfheim and trained with our warriors, an inside hand on Asgard so to speak, but as he wanted more it was only right that I stretched my end of the bargain. When his child, a daughter, born as the summer month fell, turned her tender age, she would be mine to take, to consume, and to have completely. He agreed, without hesitation, and as the summer month fell, I came to collect my prize."

Theia couldn't move, shock consumed every nerve in her body. She was nothing but a pawn, something to uphold the end of a bargain that she never even knew about. Something about this wasn't right, why would her father strike a bargain with a dark elf? Why would he include his only child?

"It was your mother that got in the way though… I would have spared her if she wasn't so stubborn." He continued, eyes glancing from Theia and back to the door. "You won't harm my daughter,' she said. Pathetic Asgardian, she couldn't even protect herself let alone you. Snapped her neck like a twig, she didn't even see it coming… but that's the thing with women, so weak, pathetic…"

Theia couldn't control herself, her face contorted as she punched Rorek square in the jaw, he winced but only slightly as Theia grabbed hold of his shirt and stared into his blackened eyes.

"My mother was never weak," She growled, the words vibrating in the back of her throat. "And I swear to Valhalla, if you escape judgement, and somehow I hope you do… I will find you, and I will snap your neck… and it will be slow, painful and only then when I have tortured you enough will I finally finish you. You don't yet understand the pain you have caused me, Elf, and one day you will understand, even if it takes me to my grave I will make you understand the pain you have caused me."

The venom was unmistakeable in her voice, she roughly shoved Rorek away from her and he laughed bitterly as he landed back on the stone floor. Theia turned on her heels and rapped on the door, the guard opened the door for her.

"You are weak!" Yelled Rorek to her retreating back. "You are just like your mother,"

"Good…" She whispered, stepping from the cell as the door grated shut behind her.


Her life was a lie, well for the most part it was, everything. Her father wanted her to be a great warrior and all along he knew she was betrothed to that monster who murdered her mother, her only family. Theia growled and punched out at the wall, cursing when she felt her knuckles crack under the pressure.

She walked, not to Loki's room like she had originally planned, but to her mothers. She hesitated, her hand on the golden handle in front of her. She hadn't been in there since her mother's death, she felt the hairs prickle on the back of her neck, she imagined herself opening the door and greeting her mother with open arms. It was a far cry from her reality; Theia twisted the handle and pushed open the door. It creaked as it glided over the floor; Theia stepped forwards and watched as the silk curtain on the far side of the room fluttered in the wind.

She glanced around, her eyes darting from place to place, images of her mother sprouting from the furthest reaches of her mind. Stepping further into the room Theia inhaled, the room smelt strongly of her mother's favourite perfume. She brushed her hand along the white wooden dresser and sat down upon the cushioned stool in front of it. She glanced into the vanity mirror and took heed of her reflection. The darkened bags were thick under her eyes in which the veins stood out, bloodshot and redder than she thought were ever possible. Her hair was limp and hung in knotted ringlets over her shoulders.

Theia pulled at a piece of her brown locks, she looked like her mother, her eyes were every bit as chocolate as hers, her hair was a perfect reminder of her after Theia's father's death. Theia stared loathingly at her reflection, would it always pain her to look at her reflection? She was pained enough already, she didn't think she could take the reminder of her mother staring her right in the face. Theia wrenched open a small white draw on the dresser, she rummaged through it seeing numerous amounts of make-up and perfumes. Her hand knocked something hard and she knew she had found what she was looking for. Theia pulled out the large polished silver scissors. A ruby was placed at the joint of the two blades and she rubbed her hand across it. Even after many years of use the ruby gleamed as bright as ever. Without hesitating Theia brought the scissors up to her hair and lopped off hair after hair. What she was doing reminded her so much of Mulan, she watched as brown ringlets fell around her onto the carpet. She cut and cut until she was left with a messily cut brown bob that reached no lower than her chin. She glanced down at the tangled knots of hair that she had severed so easily and then glanced back up at the vanity mirror. She looked dishevelled, more so than she did with her tangled locks, she took a brush from the draw and began brushing through it quickly, wincing whenever she pulled a knot.

Theia could feel the blood pumping through her veins, its beat was slow, and she was surprised that she hadn't broken down in the middle of what once was her mother's room. She sighed and placed the brush back on the side, only noticing as she pulled her head back up that something shot across the room. A shadow, blacker than any she had seen before, she jumped and turned on the stool. Her heart picked up considerably then because standing behind her, closing the door was her mother.

Rayla looked exactly how she did the last time Theia had spoken to her. Her brown hair was in perfect ringlets that fell down her back, she wore a silver dress that rested on both shoulders. But it was the shadow that she saw which worried her the most. Rayla had yet to notice Rorek moving across the room towards her. Upon turning Rayla jumped, and then scowled at the Dark Elf who was advancing slowly towards her.

"What was the answer?" He asked, his voice dripping and slow like it always was.

"She has rejected your hand," Rayla said confidently. "My daughter will not marry you; she made that quite clear when I asked her."

Theia stared on as Rorek clenched his fists; he walked towards Rayla and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. Theia wanted to shout, to warn her not to get too close to him. But her shout wouldn't come, and it was a useless shout anyway, her mother would have never heard it.

"I think you have misunderstood, this was not a request. This was a bargain your dear departed husband made many years ago, and he will uphold his end of the bargain even after death."

"I told you," She said, her voice quick and sharp, as it was on the day. Theia glanced from her mother to the door, she was outside, right now. She was eavesdropping on the convocation and if she had only arrived a moment earlier she would have known of the original plan. "She won't marry you. She made that quite clear last night; in fact I haven't seen her since last night."

Rorek had moved forwards, his hands closing around the fabric of her mother's dress. Rayla made no sound, she wasn't being weak, she stood proud her hands clenched into fists at her side.

"Then you better convince her to marry me," He hissed, his face inches from hers. "You don't want me to take this into my own hands, do you Rayla? It could be very bad for both you and your daughter." Rayla's eyes widened, but she never moved them from Rorek's piercing black ones. A knock rang through the door and Theia remembered running down the hall as he said these next words. "We aren't the only ones in this convocation it would seem."

Rayla's hands came up to the Elf's, she pulled him away from her and stood with her back up against the door. She was shielding it from him, "You won't harm my daughter." She growled her voice strong.

Rorek chuckled darkly as he advanced on her. At this action Theia jumped up knocking the stool to the ground, this was it, this was the moment. "I didn't say I was going to harm her physically did I?"

In one fluid motion his arms wrapped around Rayla's head, with eyes wide she struggled and scratched at his hand. Rorek was smiling, a smile that could be described as nothing less than sadistic. Then his arms twisted. The snap was deafening as it echoed across the room. Rayla slumped in the Elf's arms and Theia couldn't help the yell that came from her lips.

"No!" She sprang forwards just as Rorek dropped her mother, she went to catch her limp body, but it fell straight through her grasp like dust and disappeared. Theia looked up her blood boiling as she stared into the eyes of the murderer. He was looking down at her, glee plastered all over his face. "What have you done?" She yelled, unable to control it any longer. "What have you done?"

It seemed impossible for Theia to comprehend what she was seeing, she just saw her mother die right before her eyes. How could she have seen everything that transpired without even knowing how it had happened? Her eyes glanced up at the Elf, he was fading, his form glowing duller until it was nothing more than the shadow she had seen pass across the vanity mirror.

Theia blinked, her hands coming up to her eyes so she could rub them. Upon pulling them away she gasped, she was sitting on the stool in front of the vanity mirror. The brush was in her hand and the door was open. It was as if what she had just seen never really happened at all.


I am so sorry i have taken so long to update! Its been hard to write this week with school and football taking over my life at the moment. Anyway i hope you like this chapter, and one of the skelenton's in Theia's closet has finally made an appearance, but whe shall learn about that next chapter.

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