There he was, lying on his bed, throwing his empty cup in the air in order to catch it again. Well actually no, it wasn't his bed, because if it was, he would be in his own room, he had been living in, his entire childhood. If it would be his room, he would not hear the bloody, annoying sound of the force field, which constrained him to stay in this horrible place, all day long.

"...87, 88, 89!" He counted every time he caught his cup and tried not to let it fall, if he did, he would start all over again. Until now, his record had been 1008, he had become a professional at this the last months. He should inform himself - if he would ever have the chance again - whether there were 'cup-catch-world-cups' on earth or any other planet, because then he would most certainly compete.

Sadly there were not many other things he could do in here. He had read the book Frigga had got him, at least ten times, so it was getting boring reading it again, unfortunately she would not provide him with new material until next month, since Odin had noticed that she had been spoiling him - at least in his opinion - with gifts.

"...104, 105." He suddenly froze with the cup in his hand, which was still raised from the throwing. He tried to concentrate on sounds he had just heard, he could have sworn he heard someone walking. His eyes focused on the light in the room, as it flickered. He put his hand down and rose from the bed slowly. He sat on the edge of the item of furniture, looking at the direction the footsteps came from. It was a woman, no doubt, the steps were small and she was wearing high-heels.

His heartbeat gained speed. He only knew one woman, who walked like that. But it was impossible that she was here! Absolutely impossible, or was it? The woman stumbled hastily around the corner. "Loki!" She breathed and her lovely, brown eyes looked at him expectantly and worried. Her light brown hair fell across her pretty face perfectly as she was wearing a teasing and form-fitting dress, with a bit of flesh showing.

"Jane." He stopped breathing for a moment, since he had the feeling his lungs hat tightened up. He got up from the bed and stood in the middle of the room, not moving and watched her thoroughly. She was as beautiful as ever and she had not changed at all, since he last saw her. His breathing wasn't as fluent as normally and he had the feeling his heart was jumping out of his chest.

"Why are you locked up in the dungeon?" She asked him, being surprised.

Loki inhaled heavily and slowly, he wanted to answer, but then got halted by his own mind.
For one moment he had felt his heart beating faster, for one moment he had sensed the hope and love return to him, for one moment he stared at her utter beauty and felt human again... just for one moment, until he recognized what she was.

This couldn't be her. She would never ask something like that as calmly as she had done now and she could never come into the room through the force-field, how would she have entered his cell? The Demigod exhaled slowly, feeling tears of frustration in his eyes.

"You're just a shade of what I remember." He said with a shaky voice.

He had been played by his own mind and ability of creating illusions. He closed his eyes taking a few steps in her direction shaking his head in sorrow. When he stood in front of her, he opened his eyes again and reached out his hand to grab her shoulder. Strangely there was no resistor, his hand slid through her arm and chest and he saw how her appearance slowly faded until she was gone and he was alone again.

He shut his eyes and bit his lip, trying to keep his tears inside. The lump in his throat grew and he felt the anger coming up. He just stood there, in his cell for a moment longer until he clenched his fists and the furniture flew across the room, caused by invisible hands and it effected that the chair broke into several pieces. This wasn't enough for the black-haired god though, he screamed, kicking into the small table and threw everything around the cell in pure rage. He didn't stop until he saw blood dripping down his feet. He sighed exhausted and dissatisfied and slumped to the ground with his back sliding down the wall.
Loki felt the tears running down his face out of anger and helplessness. He started to bite his knuckles, trying to focus on the physical pain, unsuccessfully.

The psychological ache was worse, by far, because the memories he had tried to suppress, now overpowered his mind. Memories of her laughing, crying, screaming, sleeping, loving and suddenly it felt like only days had passed since he had last seen her, instead of various years.

"DAMN YOU THOR!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as if he could hear him. "YOU RUINED ME!"

And Odin, he thought, clenching his teeth and all of his muscles, you will pay for what you have done, sooner or later.

A/n: Wooooh! What the hell happened between Loki and Jane? And what did Odin do to him?

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