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My eyes flickered slightly in the room I was in. I was definitely dreaming, as I had never seen such an odd room. The walls glimmered in the light and shadows cast by the flickering lamps. Banners of different sizes hang on the wall, waving in the breezeless air.

My eyes widen as I see no other but the black-haired god, dressed in an elaborate black outfit with a long black cloak over his shoulders with silver trimmings. He stared up at an older looking man with white hair and a beard; he had a golden piece over his right eye. Dressed in fine robes, this man held a fatherly yet kinglike impression before Loki. By this point I had the person pieced together. It was Odin, the king of Asgard.

Loki's eyes darted in no direction in particular, as if in complete confusion. "Why?" he breathed.

"You were an innocent child."

"No." Loki's expression was a mixture of cold and silent rage that threatened to burst at any second. "You took me for a purpose. What was it?" Odin didn't reply, he merely gazed mournfully down at his son.

"TELL ME!" Loki shouted, causing me to shudder at his burst. His emerald eyes welled up with tears, and it was obvious he hated himself to show any weakness. It hurt me to see him like this and I walked up slowly towards him. When I came up, I realized that they didn't notice me standing there, even though I made coughing noises in the back of my throat.

"I thought I could unite our kingdom as one day bring about an alliance, bring about an unlimited peace," Odin replied with a father-like patience, "through you."

A sharp pain stabbed my subconscious when I saw him on the verge of tears. "What?"

"But those plans no longer matter."

Loki scoffed coldly at the All-Father. "So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you have use of me," he spat out.

"My duty is in my works-"

"You could have told me what I was in the beginning!" he fumed. "Why didn't you?"

"You're my son," Odin stated simply. His single eye spoke nothing but the truth and complete love for Loki. "I wanted only to protect you from the truth."

"Why? Because-because I-I-I'm a monster whom parents tell their children about at night?" Loki snorted angrily. The All-Father sighed wearily and sat down on the steps. "Oh! It all makes sense now, why you favored Thor, all these years, because no matter how much you claim to love me, I never was your son!" Loki breathed in unevenly. "You just don't want a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"

Loki drew in a shaky breath as he saw his stepfather sigh and lose consciousness on the steps. Immediately he rushed to his side, checking on Odin. "Guards, help!" Loki shouted as he cradled the old god in his arms.

Right before I could rush towards him to help, the scene changed abruptly, tiny pixels flying in the air and reassembling a new picture. "What…?"

I was stander in a room much more odd than the first. A large tree-like crystal thing stood in the center, throbbing light energy with every second like a heartbeat. Loki was there in the scene again, except dressed in armor and an interesting helmet and a long, sharp spear. There was a new character, a tall and beefy blonde guy with long hair and a small beard. In his hand was a hammer. Oh, god, that was Thor. Loki's elder brother.

Jane's-

"Why? Why have you done this?" Thor asked.

"To prove to father that I, I am a worthy son. When he wakes, I will have saved his life. I would have destroyed that race of monsters; and I will be true heir to the throne!" he snarled. I shivered at the tone of his voice; I had always known it to be cold, but not this angry or cruel. It was nothing like the way I had heard him speak before.

"You can't kill an entire race," Thor breathed.

"Why not?" he scoffed. "What is this newfound love for the frost giants? You could've killed them all with your bare hands!"

"I've changed," Thor said simply, staring his brother down.

"So have I."A tiny yelp left my mouth as Loki struck his brother across the face with his spear. Thor grunted at the sharp pain. "Now fight me." Loki struck again, unbelievably rough and quick, causing his older brother to fly back a few steps and land heavily on his back.

"I never wanted the throne!" the god of mischief shouted. "I only wanted to be your equal."

"I will not fight you brother!" Thor yelled back, almost on the verge of breaking as well. There was anger tempered by sadness in his eyes for his younger sibling.

"I'm not your brother. I never was," hissed Loki.

"Loki, this is madness!"

"Is it madness? Is it? IS IT?" Loki snarled. "I don't know what happened to you on earth to turn you so soft! Don't tell me it was that woman!" He paused, and I was shocked to see angered tears welling up in his green eyes. He smirked. "Oh! It was! Maybe, when we're finished here, I'll pay her a visit myself!"

This caused Thor to yell angrily, raising his hammer as both Loki and he charged.

"STOP IT!" I shouted, but before they touched, the vision stopped once more and I was standing in pitch black darkness. I breathed unevenly, frightened. "Hello? What's going on?"

"Child," I heard a soft female voice say. It sounded old and motherly, like it had seen many sorrows and woes that had befallen her children. "Child, you have seen all the sides there are to the god of mischief."

I gulped and nodded in the darkness. "You have seen the subtle and inconspicuous displays of his affection for you, his passion, his anger, and his wickedness." The female voice trembled at the last part, then sighed.

Suddenly, a bright light shone, revealing a tall woman before me, dressed in a queenly white dress, her hair looking like it had been made of gold hung around her shoulders. She looked old, but elegant in her bearing. Her complete being exuded elderly radiance and god-likeness.

"Loki is a monster, yet you accept him," she says quietly, her eyes devoid of any emotion. "Yet you stay by him the same way I would have."

"Who are you?" I ask dumbly. Of all the gods and goddesses I have read of in the Norse mythology, I couldn't exactly guess who this woman was.

"Loki's mother, Frigga," she breathed out. The hairs on my skin prickle. She was the queen of Asgard, the wife of Odin, mother to Thor, a goddess of prophecy. "As any mother would do, I would stand quietly by my son's side, waiting for him to change. Urging him on to repent of his ways. A true wife would advise her husband and counsel her children when needed. You, Victoria Walters Foster, can you?"

I shivered at the mention of my father's last name. It wasn't often that I was called that, since my dad wasn't married to my mother. I blinked up sheepishly at the goddess, who was asking me such serious questions. "Why do you ask me this?"

Frigga smiled down at me like she was watching an adorable child. "You know not of what my son, Loki, has in store. I understand and believe your viewpoint as well, dear child. Know this, my son is up to no good. I advise you as a mother would her child that you be wary of what he does. For some reason my heart swells with pride when I see that you keep in secretly in yours. I have been watching you and him for days now, and I see the way the two of you look at each other. Both of you hide it under your secretive ways, but I am a mother, and I know when children hide." My cheeks reddened at this.

"Your son," I say slowly. "What is he planning?"

The goddess' back stiffened at my question. "I do not know exactly what, but it will cause great havoc and death to many, Victoria, if it is carried out." She bent down towards me, "But he is torn between two decisions: his heart or his pride. He will have to choose only one in the end."

My mind was baffled. Exactly what the fuck was Loki up to?

"Listen to me, Victoria," she sighed, holding me by my shoulders. "My son loves you, and would go against his rational thinking for you. Thor's foolishness will be nothing compared to my youngest son's acting." She let go of my shoulders and sighed deeply. She suddenly looked a bit older than she was, looking like a real mother, and not a goddess. "You can easily manipulate him the way he would do you. But for you, he would crush the stars."

"Wake up now," Frigga whispered softly to me. Then her eyes widened in alarm, causing me to become slightly nervous. "Child, you must wake up now!"

…

I drew in a ragged breath at the startling end of my dream. All right, that was freaking weird.

Bringing my hand up to my forehead, I saw that Loki was no longer lying beside me. Clothes were strewn in random places on the floor; I could see my bra and my shirt lying in mussed heaps on the ground. My cheeks flushed with heat as I remembered what had happened last night.

"Sir, we want a clear and honest answer," I heard a voice outside the door say. My ears pricked with attentiveness and curiosity as I neared the door, my fingers hovering over the metal door knob. Something frightened be for a second as I backed away from the door. Eyes darting to the window, I left a tiny part of the curtain to see what is going on outside. A gasp left my mouth as I immediately dropped the edge of the cloth, my heart beat hammering in my chest.

Why were there so many men in suits and shades outside?

Quickly, I put on my clothes, gathering them up from the floor. I pressed my ear to the door, quietly listening to the conversation taking place behind it.

"I have already answered your question clearly and honestly, Agent Coulson." That was definitely Loki's voice. My heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way. "I do not have any briefcase on my person or in this motel room. A backpack, yes, but that belongs to my fiancée." At the last part of his words, I wanted to slam my head against the door, if it wouldn't cause a commotion. What the hell was going on?

"I understand, sir. But we'll still have to do a thorough search throughout this whole room of yours, we'll have to frisk the two of you, and also search your car," Agent Coulson stated simply, and the sounds of heavy footsteps entering the motel room. I removed my ear from the door and took a few steps back. What were agents doing in there?

My jaw dropped when I heard shouts behind the door, none of which I could discern as Loki's voice. "Whatever you are doing, sir, please drop it!" could be heard in the shouts. There was a sudden loud crackling sound, the sounds of thuds, then silence.

Frantic thoughts raced through my mind as to what was happening behind the door. Taking a few steps back, I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to clear my thoughts through. The sounds of slow footsteps approaching the door made the hairs on the back of my head stand straight up. Quickly, the door knob turned and the door was pushed open.

"What's going on?" I said breathlessly, staring up at the black-haired individual with a solemn look imprinted on his features. He stood in between me and the door, but I could definitely see some bodies lying on the ground. My breathing hitched. "What the fuck did you do?" I screamed as he came up closer to me.

I jerked my face away from him when he gently placed his hand on my cheek. His eyes were blank as he sighed, "They're just sleeping; but it won't be for long until they wake up." Loki turned his back to me, walking out of the room. "I'd advise you to get dressed quickly. We need to leave as fast as possible."

The door closed coldly behind him.

…

The next hour and a half we drove in painful silence. I was scared, really. Even though we had both eaten earlier at a diner, my stomach still felt empty and churning with acid. Was this what Frigga was telling me about Loki? I really didn't know what to think. My mind was quite blank as I drove through the exit. We were nearing the destination point. It was just about thirty miles away.

Above, the skies were still heavy with clouds that rained heavy, fat droplets. Thunder still rolled every now and then, causing me to shiver as I hit the windshield wiper on.

"Loki…" I began, gulping silently. "What's in the briefcase?" The words came out unbelievably cracked from my mouth. I was really scared; and by this far, I knew that he did have it, whatever it was.

It almost seemed as if we had passed a mile until he spoke up, "What are you talking about?"

"Damn it, Loki!" I shouted, gripping tighter on the wheel. "What the hell are you up to? You definitely stole something from them, so tell me why!"

He glanced briefly in my direction, emerald eyes completely devoid of any emotion. It annoyed me how he looked at me so indifferently, much unlike how he had last night. Last night he had whispered my name over and over like a prayer, looked into my eyes as if he was looking at a person he loved. But now, he looked at me like a toy that he was growing tired of.

"Within the briefcase is a power that only a being higher than a mere mortal can use," he stated. "I, of course, am much higher than mortals. With that power I can destroy worlds that are not worthy of existence. Wipe out territories of the enemies of Asgard. Annihilate the fools who dared to believe that I would never be their equal. Then they'll know that wisdom, chaos, and sorcery can be their equal." His eyes and whole demeanor was the same as that when he was fighting his brother. His snarling voice frightened me, but I didn't show it. I wanted to shout back at him angrily, but I kept myself calm.

"Loki," I said in the softest voice I could muster, "stop saying that you're not their equal. You're taking this too far now. "

"You wouldn't understand my situation, you're a human," he spat out, saying the last word as if it had been the dirtiest thing ever. "You weren't stolen from birth, Victoria. If you were a part of the Aesir, one of the gods, you would not even look upon me in disgust! Odin stole me from Jotunheim, stole me from my father as an attempt-"

"To unite two kingdoms," I finished. He looked shocked, and then grew a dark gaze that made me feel cold and numb all over.

"I'm a monster, Victoria," he said in a low tone, staring up at the cloudy skies above. "Chaos, mischief, death, destruction is what makes me. It's what my existence and my whole being is comprised of. If you saw me for what I am, if you could only see the plans I had in store for all the worlds, you wouldn't be here at all."

I scoffed, "And yet I'm driving you to do your world destruction, Loki." Quietly, hoping that he doesn't hear me, I add, "It's funny what love will make you do."

The thunder outside rolled louder.

…

"If I had loved you, I wouldn't have hurt you this much," Loki stated coldly, not daring to bring his eyes into contact with Victoria's blue gaze.

Saying those words was an attempt of making her hate him. He didn't want to share the burden of the stupid earthly romance he was already knee-deep in. He wanted to rid himself of the invisible knives that she had pinned to his heart and mind.

Everything about Victoria made his head spin wildly. He forgot about everything important when she came into his view. He loved her with all his cruel being, yes, but he didn't want to. He wanted to keep her away from him as far as he could, although he knew in the process it would kill him if he did.

How he wanted to just reached over and kiss her senseless, to hold her under him as he lavished her whole body while he whispered words of affection in her ears. He loved her madly and furiously. But he blindly refused to accept it, making his love for her become all the brighter.

She smirked behind the wheel, not even bothering to glance at him. "I know you don't, Loki."

The knives were now pushed deeper into his heart.

._. So I guess this was pretty much just a filler chapter...? I really don't know XD I hope you liked it nonetheless, what with their f'd up bipolar relationship...I think it's because they're too much like each other, you know?

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