Chapter 24.5
He felt like he couldn't breathe, it was as if he was back with the Chitauri and all he knew was agony. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Bri running towards him then through him with tears streaming down her cheeks. He had to go back. She was right. His vendetta could wait; he needed to hold her, had to tell her she was wrong.
Darkness still surrounded the cave outside but it didn't matter. Heimdall would be able to hear him no matter what time it was. He just needed to get to a clear place where he could lay the rainbow bridge down and take him home to his pet. He wouldn't go another night without telling her how he felt, without making sure she knew no changes in her appearance could ever change that.
He stood up and brushed off the snow that had drifted in to cover him. He just hoped he could find his way down with no light. The night seemed to be reaching in towards him, as if to meet him on his journey back. There was something about the shadows that was unnerving. It was almost its own presence. When he reached what he thought was the mouth of the cave he felt it winding its way around his body, pressing in on him until he couldn't breathe and he found himself falling into unconsciousness and hoping that he wouldn't find a hard surface at the bottom.
"That was…interesting." Hela stood watching as the landscape around Loki changed to become a mockery of his room in Asgard. It was nearly perfect. It was just waiting for him to wake and his psyche to fill it.
"Did I not tell you, my Queen? The fallen prince has lost himself to a Midgardian," Leah sneered smugly. Her thin lips twitched into a smile. "Shall we make him see her die?"
"No." Leah's eyes snapped to look at her Queen, flashing hatefully. Hela smirked. "There are far worse things than death. Although, I do think we should stop his little excursions to see her. Unless you think you can make her turn from him?"
"Doubtful. The little wench is quite headstrong."
"Then we will just have to fabricate the betrayal. It should not be hard, his mind is already willing to see it." Hela crossed her arms and chuckled to herself. She had waited centuries for her father to wander into her realm. Now she would make him face his own worst nightmares. His love for the girl was the best gift she could ever have asked for. She would watch as he broke, just as he had broken so many others over his long lifetime.