'Goodbye brother.'
Loki let go of his staff, not knowing where he would end up but he didn't care. There was nowhere he belonged anymore, if there ever there was to beginning with. To be raised by his race's mortal enemy still he chose to protect them over his own kind.
Loki would go as far as to slay his entire home world in order to prove himself to Odin. Still it wasn't enough. He'd spent a lot of time in his head lately, trying to carve out some fate other than what was predestined.
He'd become lost, outcast and felt he needed to do something drastic to prove himself. But he was rejected by them. He felt utterly weightless as he fell through the cosmos. At least until he fell closer to the rift leading to Jotunhem where some kind of gravitational force pulled him through.
He watched as his former home grew farther away. The sight of it now stinging his eyes yet he refused to let them close. The two remained on the bridge sharing heartbroken expressions as Loki was lost forever. Odin had lost a son and Thor his brother. Asgard quickly became a spec in his vision, the cold of space forever pleading with him to shut it out. So he did.
…
Loki opened his eyes. It was silent; deep space. It must be the Jotun in him that kept him alive. But that wouldn't last long. He never expected to find himself here. Everything happened so fast. With whatever time he had left his mind began to wonder.
He couldn't help but think this was his destiny after all. Ever since he was born he was destined to perish. He'd only prolonged the inevitable. A slight smile grew on his face as he faded into the darkness of space.
'Seems this is the end for me. I've made some mistakes but, least I had a good run.' He thought, drifting off. A part of him was afraid of that, then again it was pointless to fight. So why bother. He knew was gone.
Loki drifted further and further amongst the stars and the debris left from the bridge. His body was feeling the effects of oxygen deprivation and growing weaker by the second. He felt panicked as paralysis took a hold of him. His head throbbed fiercely as his vision was spotty and he started convulsing. His eyes remained open as he fell. His once pale skin was reverting back to its natural blue hue. His eyes no longer bloodshot from the bursting vessels, but engulfed in red. He was dying.
Suddenly there was a light shining over, casting rays of auroral vividness which engulfed him. It was blinding, going from the black nothingness of space to a blaring brightness. It was like a sensory overload.
He could hear something almost like an incoherent whisper. Someone couldn't be calling for him. For a moment the only thing he thought of was his brother, shouting his name with his deep glass shattering voice. He always said Thor's battle cry was loud enough to pierce through space.
But statistically it was impossible. He knew his imagination was getting the best of him after all. Then he heard it again, a voice. A soft famine tone calling to him. His eyes stared into nothing, the light blocking out everything in sight. It didn't really matter though, since his awareness was fading fast.
"Loki.."
He definitely heard something. It was faint and unfamiliar but he was sure someone was calling to him. Blinking the haze from his eyes, the image of a dark haired woman appeared in front of him. Even though her face was blurry, he was certain he'd never seen her before.
He didn't question it much. Anything his fleeting mind could produce was better than nothing. Even if she was just a figment of his imagination, meant to comfort him in some way. Oddly enough she did.
His lips formed the words "who are you" without a simple sound ever leaving his cracked lips. She motioned closer, finally able to let Loki get a good look of her face. She carried a bright smile that seemed to shine overbearing light though him. She looked eerily familiar but he was sure he'd never seen her before.
Her eyes were light green and full of life. Long dark kinky hair draped along her shoulders even though it was worn up in a high ponytail, perhaps as a last ditch effort to contain what seemed like unmanageable locks. She opened her mouth again to speak. The words she uttered were unlike anything his imagination could conjure up.
Loki was able to hear her voice and although it was sweet and soothing when she spoke, her words made him feel something else. Loki felt like he was on the verge of breaking once more over as he read her lips.
"Remember who you are.."
His head was pounding harder as his eyes widened and burned in disbelief, then the image of her vanished. He was left to wonder who was this woman?
Although quickly forgotten now that he was exasperating from lack of oxygen. Further disabling his vision and without anymore tears left to quench his drying eyes they worked their way closed. Drifting into the distant oblivion of his subconscious as he shut out the world around him and the image of that woman would become a distant memory.
…
It was near the end of the war between the Frost Giants and Asgardians, it seemed like all was at a loss for Jotunhem and their maniacal reign of terror would soon come to an end. The little frozen over ball of dirt would once again recognize peace.
But somewhere beyond the far reaches of the battlefield resided the tyrant king and a lowly woman. A small child nuzzled in her arms as she paced back and forth before the colossal man.
"I don't care where it came from, it's an abomination to get rid of it." Laufey watched with beady red eyes her strut with ferocity in every step.
"How could you say such things? He is your son! You think I wanted to bear a child to you? If you did you would be sorely mistaken." This woman was pleading with the evil man.
Anger worked on his features before he spoke. "It is nothing more than a product of war and a slave wrench."
She scoffed, facing her capture. She had no issue stepping up to meet him in the eye. Her height was remarkable for an Asgardian woman and even though her ankle was chained and she was captive there was no containing her spirit.
"How could you even call yourself a king? You would openly abandon such an innocent creature that has no means of protecting itself?" She shoved him before really laying into him. "How do you expect to fight with that same ideal? Without heart you can never expect to be victorious."
Laufey struck the prideful woman standing her ground, child in hand. Although her cheek swelled and grew red in pigment, her expression never faltered. She turned her head back to face her assailant and looked as if she was about to spit in his face but held down the urge.
She narrowed her brow before speaking once again. "You're a cold creature Laufey and you will lose this war. A king without emotion could never bend the will of his own troops. You don't have the capacity to care for his own flesh and blood. You are an idiotic king and you will fall at the foot of Odin."
Her words would never pierce his thick corrupted mind. It's like he hadn't heard a thing she said. His eyes laid on the baby in her arms. "Why do you care so much for the child of the so-called king you hate so much?"
She paused, glancing down at the boy in her arms and smiled. "He is mine and he is beautiful even if he shares the same blue hue as you monsters. No matter his blood he is of Asgard just as I am."
He stepped up close to her, shifting his sights from his son to the slave woman. "Glad you're willing to care so much for the product of someone you despise." He said before moving closer to the woman
If looks could kill hers would have disintegrated him by now. "Go to hell Laufey." She said, her tone venomous. The latter only smiled in retort, before strolling out of the room slamming the door as he exited.
Her expression softened, all of the tension seemed to leave with Laufey. She didn't understand why he'd kept her around. She glanced down at the infant snuggling in her arms and smiled. In her eyes he was perfect. A beautiful, healthy baby boy so trusting and innocent it was almost too much for her.
Life would not be easy for him, being the product of cruelty and hatred. But she was determined to protect her child with her very life, even if the world turned its back on him. She knew he was special.
He was so small and fragile, the opposite of a Frost Giant, his little eyes hadn't even opened yet. A content smile remained on his face as she slowly rocked him back in her arms. She placed a light kiss on his forehead. He shuttered as the unexpected contact and repositioned himself, nuzzling further into her.
"You are mine and you are precious. Always remember that mommy loves you."
…
Loki woke up gasping for breath on the floor of an unknown vessel. His subconscious thoughts faded in his waking form and the dream became just a fading memory.
He laid there for a moment drinking in the artificial air, allowing some strength to return to his still form. It felt like his head was about to split open, focusing only on breathing.
As his thoughts grew distant they were replaced by the new environment. The stench was the first to brace his senses. He wasn't accustomed to the smell of rotting meat and excrement.
Loki slitted his eyes open, attempting to place a picture to the cold metal floor and artificial atmosphere. But nothing came to mind.
'Where?..'
At the moment he was alone in a little room. It was barren, no windows or anything. Just a little solid box with very little light and a small almost invisible camera hidden in the corner. It was focused on the stirring man slowly picking himself off the floor.
Loki managed to prop himself up on his arms. He blinked rhythmically in order to alter his vision. Although his eyes remained unfocused he was adjusting to the dark.
He huffed deep breathes in order to keep himself from hyperventilating. Waking up in an unknown place could make anyone panic. He had to keep his calm. Think positive, perhaps he would meet a better fate than suffocating in utter nothingness.
He wanted to remain hopeful that was until his senses gradually returned and the faint smell of decay burned his nostrils. Loki forced himself to a sitting position and tried to calm his heavy breathing.
This allowed his eyes some time to focus on his surroundings. He noticed he was held in some sort of holding cell. It was tiny and absent of everything except his warm body. This room was disgusting and dirty.
He wondered what could've caused that foul stretch. Noticing the wall farthest from him was covered with something indistinguishable. Whatever it was also coated part of the floor. It didn't take long for him to realize it was blood and from the pattern he could imagine how it happened.
He swallowed hard, thinking about all the possibilities. The force needed to drive such heavy sprays up against the surface. Someone must have really hated whoever was in here before him.
From the looks of it they decapitated that poor bastard with so much force, their blood splattered up to the ceiling. He chuckled. They decided to leave it there, becoming permanent wall art. Typical scare tactic, it wouldn't work on him. He was above whatever marauders picked him up.
He noticed his heart was beating fast, still on the surface he retained a level head. That's when he noticed the door on the far side unlatch and cracked open.
"Ah, good to know you're awake now."