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Rogue ran towards the interrogation room, remembering the schematics of SHIELD that Wolverine had showed her. She heard the sound of wind rushing, and ran into the room, ducking in the shadows. The glass cage was gone, a gaping hole there instead. Loki was by the control panel, a maniacal grin on his face. He strode out of the room. Rogue followed him. She jumped up, grabbing onto a metal pipe.

"Hey, Laufeyson!" Loki turned, and was met with two feet hitting his chest. He stumbled, and Rogue jumped down, flipping in midair. She landed on her feet, and ran towards Loki. He smirked, shooting a green bolt of energy at her. She backflipped over it, grinning.

"Who are you?" Loki growled. "Why would I tell you? Now, are you gonna be a coward and use your magic, or are you gonna fight me?" She aimed a kick to Loki's throat, but he neatly dodged it. He caught her foot, and twisted it, making her fall on the ground. "You will answer my question. Who are you?" Rogue struggled to get up, but Loki held her down with magic.

"Rogue. My name is Rogue." She kicked up into Loki's stomach, but cried out in pain as she heard a sickening crack from her ankle, pain lancing through her leg. "I am a god, mortal. You cannot hurt me." He pulled her up, seizing her throat. He lifted her up by her throat, the mutant's toes frantically brushing the ground. Rogue's hands flew to her throat, attempting to pry his hand off, but his grip was iron.

"You have an interesting accent, not like the others. Where is it from?" Rogue's breathing began to labor. "It's Southern. I'm from Mississippi." Rogue decided that it would be beneficial for her to subdue him. She reached out and brushed his cheek with her hand, but nothing happened.

Loki looked bewildered. "What are you trying to attempt?" he inquired. Why isn't it working? It should have kicked in by now. Rogue touched his forehead, and there was nothing. "Why isn't it working?" she muttered. "What?" Rogue looked up in panic. He can't find out! "Tell me. I don't think you want me reading your mind."

Rogue looked stubbornly ahead, not willing to divulge her secret. Loki sighed. "Have it your way." He released her throat, and wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her. Rogue's heart pounded. She breathed in his unique scent of freshly fallen snow and the intriguing scent of magic. Loki placed his hand on Rogue's forehead.

Rogue cried out, feeling her memories pour out, every emotion, thought, and memory flooding her mind. She felt the pain and panic of when she first discovered her powers, the distrust and fear of the X-Men, the happiness and peace of finding her place in the Xavier Institute, the love and joy of falling in love, the hurt and betrayal of her love picking someone else, the despondency and loneliness of everyone fearing her, and the excitement and apprehension of finding a friend.

Loki drew out of her mind. Rogue shook, silent tears rolling down her face, emotions overwhelming her. "Interesting." Loki purred. "You aren't an ordinary mortal after all, are you, Anna Marie?" Rogue drew in a shuddering breath, her eyes wide with fear and panic. "H-how do you know my name?" Rogue stammered. "I read your mind, obviously. You seem to have a special power, the ability to absorb powers, skills and memories. Was that what you were trying to attempt to do with me?"

Loki grinned, a sinister and impossibly delicious idea coming to mind. "You wanted my memories, darling? Then you shall have them." Rogue tried to pull away, shaking her head frantically. "No. No. Please, no! No!" Loki grasped her hand, and memories upon memories filled her mind. She arched her back, crying out.

Loki dropped her, walking away. Rogue backed up against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chest. She began to rock back and forth, tears streaming down her face, body racked with shuddering sobs. A particularly painful memory emerged, desperation and anger coursing through her veins.

"The Casket wasn't the only you took from Jotunheim that day, was it?" Loki took slow, deliberate steps to the man he called his father. Odin slightly hung his head, sorrow filling his one eye.

"No." Odin gazed steadily at his youngest son. "In the aftermath of the battle, I went into the temple, and I found a baby. Small, for a Giant's offspring. Abandoned, suffering, left to die." Odin paused. "Laufey's son."

"Laufey's son?" Loki echoed. "Yes." Odin answered. The dark prince's eyes darted about, and he began to breathe heavily. "Why?" he breathed out, his voice fluttering. "You were knee deep in Jotun blood. Why would you take me?"

"You were an innocent child." Odin said. "No," Loki broke in, "you took me for a purpose. What was it?" Odin hesitated. "Tell me!" Loki screamed, his voice full of desperation, icy tears running down his face, agony etched in his features. "I thought we could unite our kingdoms one day, bring about an alliance, a permanent peace. Through you." Loki's breathing became soft and shuddering. "What?" he gasped. "But that no longer matters now."

Loki looked away, his face full of disbelief. "So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up, here, until you have a use for me?" Odin sighed. "Why do you twist my words?"

"You could have told me what I was from the beginning. Why didn't you?" Tears were freely falling down Loki's face. "You're my son. I wanted only to protect you from the truth." Loki's forehead was furrowed, a hint of fear in his eyes. "What? Because I-I-I am the monster parents tell their children about at night?" Odin murmured a soft 'No', but his voice was drowned out by Loki's.

Loki's voice turned harsh and low, hissing and poisonous as a snake's. "It all makes sense now, why you favored Thor all these years," Odin sat heavily down on the steps, arm reached out, silently entreating his son to cease. Loki paid no heed, spitting venomous words at his adopted father. "because no matter how much you claimed to love me," Odin fell back, attempting to grab Loki's arm, "you couldn't have a Frost Giant sitting on the throne of Asgard."

Loki leaned over Odin, the latter's breathing shallow and wheezing. His arm fell, and his eyes slid shut. Fear and worry filled the dark-haired god's gaze. He shakily touched Odin's hand, hesitantly holding it. "Guards!"

Tony Stark found Rogue in the hallway, her ankle swollen, a bruise on her throat, her muttering 'Leave me alone, go away' over and over. He scooped her up, carrying her to the infirmary, haunted by Rogue's fevered whispers.

Loki watched Rogue, grinning. This is absolutely perfect.

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