Sorry this took so long to post I did not get internet at my cottage till yesterday. Enjoy!
Chapter 11:
Loki jolted awake. He seemed to be in an odd location for sleeping-the rainbow bridge. Odin, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg were looking over him with deep sorrow and pity in their eyes. Than it hit Loki like a brick-Isil was not here.
The god of mischief sat up slowly his eyes flickering with disbelief, "You let her go,"
"I am so sorry Loki," Fandral said in a rare moment of sincerity.
"Isil said to tell you that she will always love you," Odin said his eyes looking away from his son.
"Is she dead?" Loki said. A tear rolled down his face.
Odin shook his head, "I fear Thanos has plans for her."
"How could you let her go," Loki cried. "I do not even want to live anymore." Odin stepped towards his heart broken son and even though Loki's blood boiled in rage at his father he let himself be cradles like a small child. He sobbed as if someone had ripped out his own heart. He tried to tell himself it was embarrassing and undignified, but he simply could not stop.
"You will live on Loki," Odin said. "You will wake up everyday. You will breathe. You will fight. Maybe one day you will find her again. Thanos likes to play games and you are very good at those. If anyone could figure out the answer it would be you."
"Isil was worth more to me than ten Asgards," Loki said through his tears. "I will find her." He scrambled to his feet and walked silently towards his horse. He desired nothing more than to be alone. For the only people he would want to talk to, Thor or Frigga, were not available at the moment. He would go to his chamber and sob in peace.
"I do not think he will be the same with out her," Sif managed to say as she cringed in pain from her fractured leg.
"I fear for his sanity now that she is gone," Odin sighed. "She seemed to be the only person who could reign in his malevolent desires and troubles. Thor might help to an extent, but he has his own troubles."
That was the day that everything changed for Loki, that his life began a downward spiral. No mater how hard he tried he was never the favored son or the most popular prince. He was not special to anyone now that Isil was gone.
That troubled him, because really he was better than them all. He told it to himself that, because he seemed to be the only person who saw value in himself. He was talented and intelligent.
To increase the pain, Thor seemed to grow more distant. True they jested and battled, but the relationship was losing some of the depth that it once held. With each of the countless victories Thor became more and more conceded and cocky.
At first Loki attempted to find her. Talking relentlessly to Heimdall and traveling to the nine realms, but there was simply too many places to go and Thanos no doubt was keeping Isil. As time went on Loki gave up hope. Isil was a good as dead to him, he would never find her and with each passing year Loki fell closer and closer to the point of madness and hiding his true feelings became more and more difficult.
On the other side of the galaxy, in a place Isil knew not she sat in a cold dark place. She was not sure if she was alive or dead and she had been here a long time. Her time in Asgard seemed so long ago. She could barely remember Loki's face. That saddened her that Thanos had driven her to madness.
She had been locked away since the day she was taken away on the bifrost. Thanos had tortured her and than locked her away when he grew bored. He told her that he would come back when enough time had passed to dispose of her.
Today was that day Isil assumed as she heard steps walking towards herself. No one else knew where she was, but Thanos.
"Hello my little Elven friend," Thanos said as he roughly grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. She felt dizzy from even this slight movement-she hadn't moved this much in what could have been years.
"Are you finally going to kill me?" Isil's voice was far from desperate despite how much she would love to be killed at the moment. Any escape from her present situation seemed like a good one.
"Don't you wish it?" Thanos said pushing her back. "No. It has come time to send you on to the next phase in your punishment."
"What good does it do?" Isil said.
"Well it keeps you and our favorite Asgardian in a constant sense of despair and turmoil," Thanos laughed. "That makes death very happy. I have been watching Loki and he is getting closer and closer to breaking."
"Will you ever let me go back to him?" Isil said. "He does not have very many people to turn to in my absence."
"The very opposite my dear," Thanos was amused by her pleading. "I am sending you somewhere where you will most likely never find Loki. A place with billions of people, no transportation between realms, and to top it off I am going to steal your memories."
Isil turned away, this was so much worse than death and it was causing her to despair. She did not want to seem weak so she turned her head to hide her tears.
Sorry it was so short I just want an epilogueish chapter to finish this section of the story. I PROMISE it is not over. I will most likely start posting again after I come home in two and a half weeks.