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Loki awoke to a feeling of throbbing in his head. Feeling instantly uncomfortable, Loki deciphered that he was in the healing chambers as their beds had a reputation for being highly uncomfortable. Slowly sitting to an upright position Loki rubbed a thin hand over his face, his chest, abdomen and pelvis ricocheted with pain and the prince moaned loudly in discomfort as he attempted to cross his legs. On hearing the moaning of the prince, Naylla, whom had taken over for the night shift scurried over to him, instantly blushing at the groans escaping his mouth. Coming to a halt at his side, Loki slowly turned his head to face the blushing healer, recognising her heated cheeks and raised an eyebrow. "Do I embarrass you?" his raspy voice lusciously dripped from his masterful mouth of mischievousness. Naylla gripped the side of the dress and shook her head, lowering her eyes from the prince's gaze.

"No my lord, you do not" she stated, biting her lip.

"Then I make you uncomfortable?" Loki asked again, intending to make this girl squirm.

"No, not at all" she said clearing her throat. Loki smirked and turned his legs so that they swung over the bed and came to stand in front of the healer, placing a stray hair behind her ear. Naylla's cheeks reddened and accidentally sighed, leaning her head to the side so that her cheek rested in Loki's hand. Loki grinned and began to move closer to her, cupping her face with his other hand and slowly began to bring her face closer to him until he felt a sharp pain in his side, and the sudden feeling of love or was it lust, towards this girl dissenters and he remembered his wife. Not meaning it to be rough, Loki let go of the girl and pushed her away, causing her to stumble ever so slightly. Loki flopped back onto the bed and places his elbows on his knees, resting his head in his hands. "Have I displeased you my lord?" Naylla replied, missing the prince's touch and felt a pang of unhappiness at the thought that if he did not pull away, they would have kissed, and she would have enjoyed that. Loki looked up at the girl, her face full of disappointment.

"No you have not. It was wrong for me to do such a thing" Loki replied, sitting up straight. Naylla dropped to her knees and placed her hands on Loki's thighs.

"My lord, if you wish to kiss me, there is not wrong in that" Naylla offered, smiling. Loki picked Naylla hands from his thighs and made her stand to her feet.

"It was a mistake nothing more. I do not wish to kiss you. I have a wife and am happily married to her. You will forget that this happened, do you understand?" Naylla's face dropped when Loki told her that he did not want her and straightened her dress.

"Yes, yes of course my lord..." Naylla stared into the eyes of the prince a little longer then spoke "... How do you feel?" the trickster climbed back fully onto the bed, stretching his legs out. Still feeling an ache run across his limbs Loki sighed.

"My limbs do not feel like they wish to be a part of my being, apart from that, I am content." Naylla nodded then replies.

"Right. Well, I think you should know my lord that I have been told to inform you that you are to stay here tonight" Loki looked Naylla full in the face and frowned.

"Why?" he spat, frightening the young healer.

"My lord, you attacked the elder. They think it not wise, that due to such circumstances, to share a room with your lady and son" Naylla stuttered under the gaze of the youngest son of Odin.

"I did what? I do not recall attacking anyone..." Loki confesses, his face now worried and he looked around the room. Naylla walked to the top of the bed and placed a hand on Loki's chest

"you should sleep my lord" instantly Loki regretted acting upon the strange feelings he experienced towards the young female, as he now noticed that every action she did towards him was hopeful and 'crush' like. He did not mean it, but because of his actions, he made this young girl fall for him. Loki removed the females hand from his chest and looked at her.

"I think that is a good idea..." Loki agreed, lifting his legs up high enough to pull the sheets up and over his body. Straightening his legs, Loki laid the sheets over his chest and nodded for Naylla to leave his bedside. Complying with his request, Naylla left the beside of her lord and retreated back to her desk. Loki sighed and closed his eyes, thinking about his wife and son, and how they must feel this night, without him. Deciding not to ponder too much on this as not to worry him, Loki felt his breathing slow down and allowed sleep to take him.

...

"There is not surprise we left you; the runt of the litter" Laufey snarled at Loki, standing over him, surrounded by his guards in his home of ice and snow. Loki looked up at the giant, his skin blue in his natural state as he stood before Laufey. "You were a weak child, too small to survive here, not worth keeping" Laufey continued and the words stung in Loki's chest like a thousand knives stabbing his all at once. "And now the All-Father, the one whom stole you and raises you under his crown, has rejected you. You are nothing. You will never be anything. You will never amount to anything. You are not worthy to be named my son or Odinson. And now, here in my presence you stand, begging like a child, for me, an enemy of Asgard, to take you back as my own, you show you homage and compassion?"

"I do not understand why I am here. I-I killed you, in Odin's chamber! How are you even alive?" Loki shouted back, panicking and overly confused as to why he was in Jotunheim, why Laufey was alive and why was he asking him for help. Loki stepped backwards and stripped on a lump of ice, falling to his bottom and the company of the frost giants laughed at the feeble god.

"You have been I'll..." laufeys voice changed, deeper, as he stated this fact rather than asking, completely changing the conversation. Loki let out a breath and bent his head back enough to look up at the blue god.

"Yes, how did you... How do you know?" Loki gasped, beginning to shiver as his Aesir form rippled across the blueness of his skin.

"It hurts does it not?" Laufey asked, leaning down onto his knee, leaning forward, looking into Loki's face, ignoring Loki's questions. Loki nodded and shiver from fear this time rather than cold. "You cannot fight it. It will consume you. It is who you are meant to be. Frost giant" Loki shook his head, not wanting to believe that and began to moved backwards, holding his side and let his tears trickle down his face as he looked around at all the giants laughing at his pathetic form. Laufey followed and chuckled darkly.

"What can't I fight? What's happening to me?" Loki choked out, stopping from exhaustion and weakness, realising that he sat in the edge of the frozen cliff.

"You will know soon enough" Laufey growled, leaning down and gripped Loki's tunic, raising him into the air. Loki scratched at laufeys hand as the giant dangled him over the cliff edge.

"No please, don't drop me!" Loki begged, looking over his shoulder, down at the black chasm of emptiness. Laufey chuckled and threw Loki into the air. The emerald prince yelled in terror as he fell down, deeper and deeper into the pitch blackness, waiting the moment with terror when his body would strike the bottom. With a thundering crack, Loki's back landed on a wide slab of ice. The pain so excruciating that he fell unconscious.

...

"Arghhhhhhh!" Loki screamed, shooting up in his medical bed, throwing the sheets from him. Naylla jumped on hearing his cry of terror and rushed to his side. Loki's head was soaked from sweat and reached out, his eyes still blurry. Naylla grabbed Loki's arms and pulled him to her, holding him against her chest. "My lord, is everything ok?" Loki breathed in the healers welcoming scent and smiled at her warm embrace then pulled away from her, looking at her thankfully.

"Thank you. I'm sorry if I startled you." Loki spoke, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"No at all. What happened my lord, are you in pain?" Naylla asked, moving forward and stood in front of Loki's knees, feeling confident and placed her hands on Loki's shoulders.

"No, just a nightmare that is all" Loki replies, beginning to feel strangely again towards this woman, and reached out, holding her waist with both hands. Naylla grinned and lowered her face to his, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Loki sighed into the embrace and brought her closer, kissing her more deeply, feeling the smile spread across her face.

This felt right, Loki thought. He continued to kiss the young healer, when the jab at the back of his mind began again and Loki's eyes shot open wide with horror, looking down to find Naylla now sitting on his lap, her legs around his waist. Loki gasped and grabbed her, picking her up by her legs and threw her to the floor. Images and memories flashed across Loki's mind and he felt sick. "It's you! You're doing all this!" Loki spat as Naylla's face darkened and stood to her feet. "All this started when my son was born. You were there when my wife was giving birth! You were walking past my room when Thor and I were speaking. You were there when I was brought into the healing chambers this morning, and left when the elder came in and looked at me. Every time something has happened you have been present." Naylla's frequent smile faded into a cocky smirk as she slowly walked over to Loki.

"It took you long enough. I was told that your intelligence was unparalled, though it makes seem fitting to question such a statement now" She said, leaning back down over Loki and kissing him hard on the mouth. Loki did not fight, for he felt that it was impossible.

"What are you doing to me?" Loki said breathlessly as Naylla pulled away and a surge of pain shot through his side, causing him to yelp.

"I want you, to be mine. I'm simply aiding your growth…" Naylla said mischievously, trickling a finger down the side of Loki's face.

"My growth? I don't understand…" Loki asked, finding himself genuinely confused.

"You did not know? My my, I am surprised that the God of mischief doesn't know his own body…. Frost giants develop into adulthood a little later on than Aesir or Mortals. Your body is suppressing the need to develop fully. Your Aesir form is preventing you from reaching its final state of growth as a frost giant. I intent to help you let out your rage to bring forth your true form. The pain and sickness will subside once you full submit to your true being…" Naylla said, rather happy with herself, holding Loki's chin in her fingers, whispering into his ear. Loki thought a moment. This healer must be more powerful than she lets on, possibly not even a healer. She did something to him. She changed his moods, his feelings. She made him tremble, made him dream false futures, made him fall sick and made him want her.

Shaking his head, mentally objecting to being ruled by this woman, Loki pushed with all his strength against the healer's body and rose to him feet. "You will tell me who you are, why you are doing this!" Naylla laughed and frowned, her body beginning to shake and her legs crunched and cracked as they stretched longer. Towering over Loki, with menace in her eyes, Naylla's eyes reddened and her skin tinted blue as her body completely formed into a frost giant's appearance, her head touching the ceiling of the room, her mass of body too big to fully stand straight. Loki gasped and stepped backwards.

"You're a frost giant? You can shape shift?" Loki said in utter disbelief.

"Well, aren't you clever…?" Naylla replied sarcastically.

"Why, why did you do all this to be, bring all this pain and discomfort to my wife to myself? Why do you want me?" Loki snarled, finding his princely strength return to him.

"You killed the king of Jotunheim. I was promised as a mate to the line of royalty, but you killed Laufey, and that promise was put on hold. The new leaders were chosen, not from a line of succession to the throne. I sought out the female whom birthed the illegitimate son of Laufey, knowing that he was the next successor to the throne. When the wench informed me that you were taken, I killed her. She was nothing, no one. When I was informed that you were old enough to take a mate, I ventured to Asgard after mastering the art of shape shifting. I was very angered to find that the only son of Laufey fell into the abyss, lost to us all. On entering Asgard, in Aesir form, I could not return to Jotunheim. I was welcomed into the kingdom, and placed under the care of the healers, not that I needed it. Then the news came, that Loki, god of mischief was alive, trying to take possession of Midgard. When I found out that you were sentenced to punishment in Midgard by the elder I made to find you, but, as I needed to keep my cover, I agreed to the elder's offer of visiting another realm to study the art of medicine in depth. By the time I came back, after all that time, I was grieved to find that you had returned, with wife on arm and child in cradle. Then I knew you were in my grasp to take you. You would be vulnerable with a wife and child, so an easy target. I tried to get you to kill that runt of a wife of yours but you fought against it, much to my disappointment. The only way I could see that I would be able to make you mine was to encourage your growth to break forth, for when you saw rage; you forgot your loved ones and saw me." Loki held his chest in disbelief and shook his head.

"Guards!" Was the only thing that came to Loki's mind as he opened his mouth? Grabbing a medical knife from the bed side table, Loki brandished it towards the female frost giant and took to a warrior's stance.

"You think that puny knife is any match for me, god of lies?" Naylla chuckled and stepped forward but looked up in shock as the doors to the chambers burst open and a line of guards ran in, with Odin behind, all pointing their spears towards her. Loki turned to face the intrusion and moved onto the bed, climbing down the other side "Loki is mine Odin All-Father" Naylla spat. Odin growled at the frost giant in his palace and pushed past the soldiers with his staff in hand.

"Not this day, giant!" Odin boomed and pointed his golden staff forward, the tip glowing. Naylla yelled in frustration and lunged for Odin, but he was too quick and the golden sparks enveloped the frost giant in a bubble of light, her body contracting as the air was sucked out of the bubble until the pressure was too much to hold inside and in a display, not too pleasant, Naylla's body suddenly expanded, and with a shriek of pain, exploded into a shower of blue and golden glitter. Loki could not believe what had happened. It was all so quick, and he did not have enough time, it would seem, to comprehend it all.

Odin turned to face his son, all the soldiers now stood unarmed. Loki blinked and tried to suck in air as if there was too little. Feeling light headed, Loki swayed, grabbing onto the chair beside the bed. "Loki, are you alright?" The All-Father slowly approached the pale green god and held tightly to his arms, forcing Loki to look at him. "Loki, all is well now, look at me" Loki looked up slowly, feeling sick at what he just found out; that he was Naylla's puppet. That, under her control, he was actually trying to kill his wife, to kill the elder and to break away from everyone he loved.

"I- I um, I can't…" Loki said breathlessly and gripped his father's tunic tightly to steady himself. "Did –you-?"

"Yes I heard. When I felt your aura change suddenly, I worried that you may be having another turn. By the time I reached the chambers, I heard Naylla speak" Odin confessed. Loki nodded, understanding and his knees shook. "Loki, come, sit down" Odin said, looking to the soldiers to dismiss them. The trickster sat, still holding onto his father and breathed in and out, feeling extremely sick.

"I-I feel… I don't…"Loki began as his grip loosened on Odin's tunic and fell backwards onto the bed, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, unconscious. Odin lifted Loki's legs up on the bed and straightened his body. Stroking his brow, Odin looked up as the elder rushed in quickly. As Loki led, asleep, Odin explained everything to the Elder, both glancing back and forth to the young prince in sympathy.