"Well, that would explain why you look like a dead man. I'll be right back." She said as she got up and left the room, heading toward the kitchens.
If the Prince hadn't eaten in that long, he'd need plain bread and maybe a tiny bit of cheese. The cooks gave her strange looks but gave her the food she requested. Once she had gotten back to the cell and had the guard come in and leave the tray once again, she spoke.
"There. You should be able to eat that. Slowly."
Loki moved slowly along the wall to sit near the tray.
"Thank you, I really appreciate it."
He pressed his fingers around a piece of bread and brought it to his mouth, taking a small bite. Even with his temper, he looked like a sorry creature.
"You're welcome. Well, I promised if you ate I'd talk about myself. What would you like to know?"
"How about we start with why you're even here in my realm and not living in your own?" He said slowly.
"My brother is King of Gareth and I did not want to continue living there with him." She said with a sigh. "I have been waiting for my Nameday so I could come to this realm and make a new life for myself."
That was the truth of it at least, she thought.
"So you don't get along with him then?"
"Not really. We've grown apart. Although when we were younger, I could tell he may not be the best brother I could have asked for."
A smirk crossed Loki's face and he leaned back, bracing his weight against his arms.
"Reminds me of someone I know. Well, I am happy for you. Nothing is better than getting away from a family that treats you horribly."
"I've heard that Prince Thor doesn't look too unkindly on you. I never said my brother treated me horribly, I just said I didn't like the person he had become."
"We all change when we grow up," he said, responding to the fact that she had also meant him with her words. "Some start to notice things they never really paid attention to. Either way, I'm happy for you."
"Thank you." She said quietly. "What about you? Why are you in there?" she asked, gesturing toward the cell and his person.
He got up to sit in a chair near the wall hers was against. "I have never really fit in, because I am a magic user and some see that as a threat. When I was tossed into the Abyss, I found a new purpose. I tried to use the power at my disposal to rule the Realm of creatures who constantly kill each other and need to be helped, to save themselves. I was doing them a favor. No one else has seen it that way though, I'm afraid. They have no right to keep me down here like some sort of pet. I'm sure they will release me once they find a use for me."
She had to remind herself that he was the God of Mischief and Lies. She shouldn't be listening to anything he said as though it held even a hint of truth. She decided to change the subject.
"So what is wrong with your hair?"
He just about responded with a snide remark before he heard footsteps approaching. His heart skipped a beat when he saw a familiar guard approaching his cell. Without thinking, he pushed himself backward out of the chair and tripped over the tray of food on the ground. He moved further, pressing his body against the back wall of the cell, fear in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said to Rosamond. "Please leave."
She was startled by his abrupt actions and the look on his face. She turned to see who he was staring at, Looking to the guard as she got out of her chair, not listening to Prince Loki's command for the moment. The guard was larger than most Asgardians and was outfitted in a different style of armor to the guards in the prison.
"Hello." she said, having to keep her head tilted back just to be able to speak to him. "I am here on orders to keep the Prince company and just now he and I are in the middle a conversation."
She didn't like the way Loki seemed terrified of this man and she wasn't going to just leave.
"Is there anything pressing that you need? If not, you shall need to come back later." She said in her soft voice, standing with her back to the Prince's cell, staring into the guard's eyes, trying to assess his purpose.
The guard sneered down at Rosamond. "I do have pressing needs, and it has nothing to do with you. A warning only this time, leave now and do not speak to me again woman, or you'll have Odin himself to answer to."
Rage ran through her at his tone. She didn't lose her temper often but this man was getting close to the edge of it. She stood her ground, unfaltering.
"You will adress me as Princess Rosamond, and you will apologize at once." She said, using her nobility. "I am here by order of the All-Father and I will indeed speak with him. A conversation about you being assigned elsewhere." She said the last with more conviction than she felt, she didn't know if the rulers would actually listen to her about a guard who seemed to have a problem with Prince Loki.
The man pressed his lips together and had to keep himself from hitting the girl across the face.
"You'll pay for this." He growled, before crossing away from the cell quickly and turning down a hallway, his heavy boot steps echoing around the cell.
Loki stayed close to the wall.
Rosamond was a pretty good judge of character, and she already despised this guard. She had seen that he wanted to hit her, and she had almost wanted it to happen. Would have been a sound reason to have him fired. He hadn't even apologized for his gaffe in knowledge of her title. She had every right and authority to make the guard kneel before her and he hadn't even given her a second thought before he had gone, and threatened her to boot. She turned her attention back to the Prince and realized suddenly that she might have just overstepped her bounds.
"I am sorry Prince Loki. I don't know what's going on or if I've just gotten myself fired. Is that guard usually posted here? What is his name, does he have actual orders or duties to do with you?"
Her character wouldn't allow her to suffer any ill treatment of prisoners, even if the man in front of her was a murderer.
"It wasn't your place!" He yelled out. "You have just made things so much worse!"
His voice was shaky, and he turned his back on her, his muscles tense and rigid.
"I am sorry, my Prince. I don't know what I have done wrong If he is tormenting you in some way..." she trailed off, wondering what could possibly terrify the Prince in such a fashion."I can get him reassigned if I have to."
It took him a moment, but when he did speak, his voice was low and he spoke slowly.
"There are guards that like to punish their prisoners. Unfortunately, I happen to be a very hated prisoner. I don't think anything you could say could get him reassigned. From what he tells me when he... visits, he is on good terms with my adoptive Father."
She could tell he wasn't saying everything. There was a wealth of dark knowledge behind his words.
"I am sure if I spoke to the Queen," she knew his Mother had a soft spot for him, "she would likely see that the deed is done."
She could tell he obviously wanted her to leave. He hadn't even turned around. She bowed her head to him even though he couldn't see her.
"I am sorry to have been a burden to you, I shall go and request a different job assignment if that is your wish."
"No, please. You're welcome to stay as long as you wish. I just think that right now I need to rest."
First he was angry at having her as a companion, and now he didn't want her to leave.
Confused by his sudden change of mood, she said, "As you wish, my Prince. I will be back later with your dinner. Please rest well."
With that she left and made her way back to her room. She threw herself across the bed, forcing her face into the mattress.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
Loki had turned to watch the Princess take her leave before settling into a sitting position on the bed. Moments later he was jarred by the sound of his cell door opening. Thinking that Rosamond had forgotten something, his face blanched as he raised his gaze and the guard from earlier was there. He tried to keep calm.
"Rufus." He said.
Rufus shut the door behind him, making sure it locked. It wouldn't do to have the prisoner escaping.
"You know you shall have to pay for that woman's crimes."
He slammed his fist into the wall next to the Prince's head.
"Who do you think you are? Trying to hide behind some little bitch. Did you really thinks he could protect you?" Rufus laughed lightly.
"Somehow I think there is more to her than meets the eye." He couldn't resist taunting someone as stupid as his Brother.
"Your pride must be damaged right now."
Even though he was afraid, he laughed under his breath to drive the comment home.
Rufus moved across the room, and stood before Loki.
"Disrobe. Now."
Loki narrowed his eyes at the brute.
"I am not your whore, go bother someone else."
"If that's how you want to behave, then we're going to have to do this the rough way."
He took hold of Loki's robes and tore them from his chest and hips. He glanced up and stopped dead for a moment as he met the Prince's gaze.
"I. Said. Go bother someone else."
Rufus twisted his arm behind his back, effectively pinning him to the bed.
"Funny, you haven't tried to stand up to me in quite some time. What did it for you? That bitch? No worries, I'll take care of her when I'm done with you."
He turned the Prince onto his hands and knees and leaned over him heavily, effectively trapping him and letting his member move over Loki's body.
"You are a low life, and when I get out of here you will be the first to die."
He snarled as he could feel the other man's genitalia. He had suffered through this numerous times and in many ways before. Rufus was a frequent visitor. He had tried to stop it in the beginning, but learned quickly that he could never win out in strength against the other man and the more he resisted the more hurt he seemed to get. His scalp burned as the man took a huge fistful of his long black hair and pulled.
"We'll see about that. I should think you've been left down here forever to rot."
Loki's legs were kicked apart and Rufus pushed his erection even more firmly against the Prince's bottom. Done with that action, he dragged Loki from the bed and forced him to his knees in front of him as he pulled his penis from an opening in his pants, rubbing the length of it with his hand.
"Looks like you're kneeling to ME, Prince. You had better open your mouth."
Loki lay used on the bed, as the guard gathered up his effects after the act.
"A monster deserves what he gets. Breathe one word of this to that cunt, and she dies. So many accidents can happen on the palace grounds."
Loki didn't turn his head, and so didn't see the smirk on Rufus' face as he left the cell. He lay there, body aching, feeling as though his soul had been violated yet again.
~~ AUTHOR'S NOTE Sorry, updated this chapter to have more written in it. Hope you're enjoying the story so far!