Ugh... I feel like a TERRIBLE writer. I can't believe I messed up so badly. This is chapter 13 REDONE! If you read the last chapter 13, then you need to forget about it and read this one. The last chapter 13 will still happen. Just... later. I decided they needed a stronger relationship. Anyways... PLEASE tell me what you think...

Sorrow was walking down the hall towards the library. Loki had given her some time off, and she was going to read her book. The library was only a few corridors away when her tormentor's stepped out in front of her.

"If it isn't lover girl. A slave and a prince… who would have thought?" Eirrah said coldly.

"Did you see the way he helped her up after she was helping us with our chores?" Sadine asked.

"Yes… you know it is a crime to bed a prince, right?" Eirrah asked.

Sorrow felt a blush rising to her cheeks. That hadn't happened. Nowhere near that close. Maybe an embrace and an almost kiss, but nothing that intimate. "I have not partaken in any activities of the sort." Sorrow said blandly.

Eirrah and Sadine giggled. It was like they were the same person, but Eirrah was the brains and Sadine was the brawns. Sadine was usually a garden slave, lifting heavy branches and shovels of dirt. Eirrah was a serving maid. She helped prepare meals and serve them. Together, they were the perfect team. "Sure you haven't. But just to make sure, we should help you keep your mind straight. We should separate them." Eirrah said. With only a glance, Sadine grabbed Sorrow.

Sorrow struggled to get away, but Sadine was too strong (wasn't everybody?). Sorrow was pushed into one of the cleaning closets that appeared every few hallways for the slaves. They had thick wooden doors and heavy locks to keep people from stealing stuff (because we all want to steal cleaning supplies…). Sadine shoved Sorrow roughly into the tiny closet and quickly shut the door. Sorrow pounded on the heavy wood, but it would hardly come out as a small thump on the other side. The halls were too loud to notice anything as well.

Sorrow sank to her knees. Loki would be mad at her. There was no way she would be able to get out. What made her even more nervous, was the fact that this was a cleaning closet. It could be minutes before it was opened next or days. She tried to see anything in the dark, but there was only the tiniest bit of light that came from under the door. Sorrow touched the necklace Loki had given her. It was at least something to comfort her. She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. Being a slave, exhaustion quickly overcame her from hard labor and she fell asleep.

It must have been late at night when she next woke, because the stream of light that had come from under the door earlier was now gone. The halls outside were completely quiet. Now, it was completely dark. She couldn't see her hand an inch in front of her face. She let out a sigh of frustration. How many times had they locked her in a closet?! She would most likely get a whipping and a beating, maybe two weeks of extra chores, and who knows how many skipped meals. It all depended on how long she was in the closet.

Lately, even personal slaves had been given extra chores. Spring had come upon Asgard, so more species (such as light elves, dwarves, Vanir, etc.) came to Asgard to do business. This made the palace ridiculously busy, so there was more than enough chores for everyone. She felt slightly bad for Thor's personal chambermaid, Amber. Chores were heaped upon her shoulders, and because of Thor's wedding coming up the next summer, she had too much to do. Loki took it easy on Sorrow, and she was sort of grateful. She was exhausted. She hated being a slave. A thing her mother could have done to make it up to her would have been to take her home, but she hadn't. Sorrow was still just a reminder of the shame she had brought a teenager who had been walking home at the wrong time in the wrong place.

Sorrow fidgeted with her necklace. She imagined the beautiful sapphire and emerald inside the silver bottle. She wanted to see it. At least it would give her something to look at, but there was no light. Instead, she drew circles in the dust on the floor. She couldn't see them, but it was something to do. She hoped she would get out of the closet within the next day. She wouldn't get as bad of a punishment.

She imagined this was how Princess Rosa must have felt. Locked away, knowing that she would pay the price if she wasn't let out. But nobody would let her out. She was locked away and turned to stone, while Sorrow was locked away and would be beaten to a bloody pulp. Fate was probably laughing at her right now. "Thank you…" She muttered sarcastically, pretending to speak to Fate. Was there a God or Goddess of Fate? Maybe she should get on good terms with them if there was. There were many Gods and Goddesses of many different things. Love, Health, Age, Life, Death, Winter, Summer, Spring, Autumn, Battle, Thunder, Mischief. Those were only some that she knew of. There were hundreds. She didn't understand the God of Age though… He wouldn't be able to stop you from aging or make you age faster, so what was the point?

She had often times imagined gaining a title of "Goddess". But only nobles who achieved high things gained a title of God or Goddess. Royalty was automatically given a title when they were a certain age. Queen Frigga was the Goddess of Motherhood and Marriage. Thor was the God of Thunder, and Loki was the God of Mischief and Lies. The Allfather was the King of Asgard, so he didn't need a title. He was the ruler of Asgard. He was the one who decided the titles of others. When a person was married into the royal family they were given a title as well. In Thor's case, the mortal Jane Foster might not get a title. She would become a princess until she was a Queen ruling by Thor's side when he became King, but she wouldn't be a Goddess.

What would Sorrow be if she were a Goddess? It was a foolish thought, for she would never gain a title other than "slave" or "servant girl". Sorrow thought about it. Maybe the Goddess of Sadness? Goddess of Shame? Goddess of Getting Locked in Closets? Sorrow sighed. It would be amazing to become a Goddess. When you were given the title, your body was perfected. All imperfection would be washed away. All of her scars would be washed away. But that would never happen. It was still a fun thought though.

She wondered how Loki felt being a God. He probably took it for granted, having such a title, but she wouldn't. In fact, if she was royalty, she would never get used to it. She saw how Loki depended on others, such as slaves, for his needs. Ever since Sorrow could remember, she had dressed herself, fed herself, cleaned herself, and done everything on her own. The royal family should have luxuries, but to the point where they don't even have to draw their own bath was ridiculous. She would bring that up with Loki the next time he asked. Sorrow almost smirked at the thought of refusing to draw a bath for Loki. He would be absolutely shocked. She might be punished, but maybe she would try it just for fun.

Where were her thoughts taking her?! She couldn't do that! Ugh!

She stood up and kicked the door twice. "Let me out!" She shouted. She sank back to the floor. She was startled when the door swung open. It scared her for a few moments. She saw Thor and a short woman with brown hair standing in front of her.

"Sorrow! What are you doing in this closet?" Thor asked.

"I was locked in here by a few slave girls. I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Thor." Sorrow replied. She was afraid to admit it, but she was becoming too casual with the royal family. Except for Odin. Nobody was ever casual with Odin.

Thor held out a hand and he helped her stand up. "How long have you been in there?" The lady next to him asked.

Sorrow looked at her. "About a day."

"This is Jane Foster." Thor said, looking at the woman standing next to him with such adoration in his eyes, it radiated off of him when he looked at her.

"Nice to meet you." Jane said, sticking out her hand in front of Sorrow. Sorrow stared at her hand, confused as to what she was supposed to do with it. "Do you not shake hands here?" Jane asked.

"No… I don't believe so, my lady." Sorrow said.

"Oh… okay." Jane dropped her hand awkwardly. "Your name was Sorrow, right?"

"Yes, my lady." Sorrow replied.

"Oh please, it's just Jane." Jane said. "None of that "My Lady" stuff."

"Okay…" Sorrow said, completely unsure of what to do.

That's when she heard another voice enter the conversation. "I was wondering where you went. When I gave you an hour off, I didn't think you'd be gone the rest of the day." Loki said.

Sorrow turned to Loki, who had appeared slightly behind Jane without any of them noticing. "Brother… You are out of you chambers." Thor commented.

"Of course I am. I have been out rather frequently the last few months, if you cared to notice." Loki said coldly. Thor winked at Sorrow when Loki said this. In turn, Sorrow blushed. She had been the one to convince him to leave his cave.

"Why are you out this late?" Thor asked.

Loki took a couple seconds to respond. "I was looking for my slave, who happens to disappear whenever I send her on an errand." Loki said irritably.

Sorrow's eyes shrank to the ground in shame. It hadn't necessarily been her fault for being so late, but she was late nonetheless. "I am sorry, my lord." Sorrow said.

Loki's eyes widened in slight confusion. Why had she just called him "my lord"? Hadn't he told her to call him by his name? He would talk to her later about it. Sorrow was looking at the ground, as if she was ashamed. What had he said? He would ask about that later as well. He turned to Thor and Jane Foster. He glared at the both of them. "What were you doing with my slave?" He asked accusingly. Had she spent all day with them?

"We found her locked in this closet, genius. We let her out. You're welcome." Jane Foster snapped.

Loki smirked at her, making her shift uncomfortably. The first time they had met, she had slapped him in the face. It hadn't really hurt. It was more amusing than anything. He had been through so much worse than a slap in the face by a puny mortal. Still, she had spirit. Maybe that's what Thor saw in her. "Hello mortal. Aren't you dead yet?" Loki said with an innocent grin.

Jane ground her jaw in irritation. "No, I am not. And by the way, I'm going to be turned into an Aesir soon, so the jokes on you when I am." Jane said.

"Yes, yes… but you still have more than a year before you do. Anything could happen, Jane Foster." Loki said with a sneer. That's when Thor stepped protectively in front of Jane, glaring at him. Loki put his hands up in mock surrender. "Did I upset you and your mortal whore? My apologies." Loki said with a smirk.

That's when he felt a small hand on his arm. He snapped his ice cold gaze to Sorrow, who gave him an instant silent scolding. Loki sighed. Why was Sorrow able to tame him? He couldn't stay angry when she looked at him with those beautiful blue eyes. He sighed in irritation. "I must bid you goodnight, brother." Loki said quickly. He was trying to take Sorrow's advice. She had gotten mad at him because he refused to accept his family, and she had pointed out that she had never had a family and he was throwing away a chance she never had.

Thor looked at him in slight shock for calling him "brother". Thor's eyes shifted to Sorrow, who was still glaring at Loki. Loki turned sharply on his heel and strode away. "Come, Sorrow. We need to talk." Loki called back to her. He heard Sorrow jog to catch up with him.

Loki entered his bed chambers and slammed the door behind him when Sorrow was finally in. He paced back and forth angrily. "Where were you all day?" Loki asked.

"Locked in a closet, my lord." She said.

"Why are you calling me that?!" Loki asked angrily.

"Because you are mad at me." Sorrow said, staring him in the eyes.

Loki sighed, trying to calm down. He really didn't like Jane. She left him searing with rage every time they were in the same room. "I am sorry. I did not know you would think you were the reason for my anger." Loki said.

Sorrow stared at him in confusion, waiting for an explanation. Loki knew he would have to tell her. "I hate mortals. Especially Jane Foster." Loki sneered.

"Why?" Sorrow asked.

Loki sat down in his chair and Sorrow sat across from him. "When Thor was banished all those years ago, I was made King temporarily because Odin fell into the Odinsleep. Right after I learned I was Jotun. Thor was banished to Earth, and he fell in love with Jane Foster. He changed after that. He became more worthy to be the future king and I had to try and impress Odin, because my whole life he had pushed me away and favored Thor. I made some rash decisions. I ended up almost destroying Jotunheim, and I betrayed Asgard. Even when I was hanging off the ended of the Bifrost Bridge, Odin still rejected me, so I let go. I didn't intend to live. I thought I would die. But I was wrong. Jane Foster played one of the most major roles in my downfall. If Thor hadn't fallen in love with her, I would have been the only heir left. Odin would have been forced to make me King and accept me." Loki said bitterly.

Sorrow was silent for a moment. "What happened after you fell?"

Memories of pain, torture, and rage came flooding back to him. "I fell into the hands of a being called… Thanos…" Loki winced at saying the name. "He broke me, convincing me that the only way to impress Odin would be to conquer Midgard. I was driven by greed and hate. Soon, I forgot about wanting to impress Odin, and only wanted Midgard for myself. I was defeated miserably and dragged back here. You probably know the rest." Loki said.

Sorrow nodded. She looked as if she wanted to say something. To ask something. But she was holding back. "Is there something you would like to ask me?"

"Yes… why do you have scars from a whip?" She asked hesitantly.

"Did you not hear me? Thanos broke me. It took more than just a few words." Loki said. He didn't want to continue this conversation. He had said enough. "Back to the topic we started with… How did you get in that closet?"

"The same two girls locked me in there." Sorrow replied.

Loki was sick of hearing about various things the girls were doing. Maybe he didn't have to hurt them… maybe he could play a trick. He was the God of Mischief after all. A smirk tugged at his lips as he started planning. "Unless you enjoy having them torment you, I have an idea." Loki said.

Sorrow's eyes sparkled with interest. "As long as they don't get hurt."

"Not too bad…"

"Not too much…"

"Okay. Fine… I'll keep it simple. Deal?"

"Yes."

"Great."

Ugh... I feel like a TERRIBLE writer. I can't believe I messed up so badly. This is chapter 13 REDONE! If you read the last chapter 13, then you need to forget about it and read this one. The last chapter 13 will still happen. Just... later. I decided they needed a stronger relationship. Anyways... PLEASE tell me what you think...