I eyed Loki in suspension, wondering why he would want to see my magic. I knew he had his own and I knew he was one of the strongest in the 9 realms so him being able to control mine was not a concern. What was a concern was him using me for his own devices. I knew what he had done with Amroa, how he had given her powers, made her an Enchantress then used her for his own deeds. He stung her along then threw her to the bildshnipe when he was done with her.

"What do you care what I can do?" I kept my head turned, refusing to look at him.

I heard him shift to a crouch, then felt a hand on my chin, forcing my hazel eyes to look into his green ones. "You have no one, you are alone, aren't you?"

I snorted and tried to pull my face out of his hands but he wouldn't let go. He smirked. "I can help you."

This time I turned to him and snarled. "Help me like you help Amora?"

He threw my face to the side and stood up. "You know nothing of her."

"I know you gave her powers, you pushed her to be what she didn't know she could be, you made her love you. You lied to her and threw her away like trash! Everyone knows Loki! Everyone knows what you did, how you treat people, like some how you're better than them!"

Through my anger, my eyes glowed yellow and I gasped when I saw his skin turn blue, markings engraved on his face, surrounding bright red eyes with black pupils. I hadn't realized what I was doing. My eyes grew wide as I went quiet and just stared at him.

"Finally learn your place?" He smirked at my silence, assuming I was backing down due to his status, having no idea that my magic had revealed who he was.

"No…I just….I…." I stammered, to shocked to speak.

He slowly walked towards me, gripping my face again, taking note of my still golden eyes. "I see you are trying to hide those beautiful eyes. Show me what they can do."

I grinned, finding my footing and sitting straight up, pulling myself out of my shock. "Have they told you?"

His eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "excuse me?"

I laughed. "I guess not." This will be fun. My eyes turned back to their hazel color, silently telling Loki he wasn't getting to see my tricks today.

"Show Me!" he screamed suddenly, gripping my throat and pinning me against the wall.

I spit in his face. "No."

"Ugggh!" he shoved forward harder against the wall, the shackles on my wrists tearing the skin before dropping me to the ground. "I will get it out of you. Do not toy with me child."

"I am no toy. Toys get broken." I glared up at him from the ground, ignoring the pain coming from my wrists and back.

"We shall see about that. Everything breaks sooner or later." He turned and left the cell, slamming the door shut behind him.

Once I knew he was gone, I let out a cry, grabbing my torn and bleeding wrists. My hair fell in my face as silent tears fell down my dirty face.

Loki's Prov

I exited the cells, ignoring the looks I received from the guards who had most likely heard the conversation that had taken place. I walked past them, to angry to make any sort of 'get back to work' comment. Not wanting to walk through the castle and deal with the questions that I knew would come, I teleported into my room to find another maid cleaning. Her eyes grew wide as she gasped. "My lord."

"Get out." I walked past her, removing my armor as she lowered her head, quickly leaving the room. When I heard the door click I removed my armor and sat on the bed, staring at my hands. "What's wrong with me?" It took all my might to not break something. Why did I care what that girl had to say? Why was it bothering me so much that she knew something about myself that I didn't? "RAHHHHHHHH" I screamed, suddenly standing and shoving my entire work table on its side with a large crash.

Within seconds, Thor was breaking down the door, hammer ready in hand. "Brother! What happened?" his face full on concern.

I glare up at him, "Get. Out."

Instead of doing as I wished, Thor took a step forward. "Brother, what has gotten into you lately? You're behavior has been worrying us."

I turned my head, refusing to look at my brother. Once again I felt like I was the outcast, the constant concern of the world when I just wanted to be left alone. "Nothing is wrong."

"You and I both know that untrue."

"Then why do you ask questions to which you already know the answer?" I glared again, challenging Thor.

"Because we care, Father, Mother, The Warriors Three and Sif, we are all worried."

I snapped. "Well don't. I have no need for your pitty or concern. Now leave."

Thor lowered his head with a sigh. "As you wish."

Once again the door clicked, leaving me to my thoughts. I was an outcast, no matter what I did, no matter how I acted, I was always different. I was always treated like they wanted to accept me, like they wanted to be around be but everything was forced. I looked out the window, watching as the sun began to set behind the purple mountains that outlined the golden city. I sighed, putting my armor back on and walking out the doors of my chambers and into the dark hallways.

A few hours had past of me walking in the familiar woods. The sun had long since set and the sky was filled with stars. Each one trying to outshine the one next to it. I sat at the river side, perched on a rock, looking at the water below.

"Its funny, each star is so beautiful yet none stand out. They all look the same no matter how bright they shine."

I turned quickly, eyes wide, searching for who ever spoke. "Show yourself."

"I am not here to harm you Loki. I have no need to hide." A woman stepped out of the forest. Her long black hair flowing messily behind her as she held her arms in front of her. She wore tattered clothing, showing that she was of a low status.

"How were you able to sneak up on me?"

"Sometimes when people are in deep thought they fail to hear even the loudest things around them."

I glared, unsure of what she was trying to say.

She laughed lightly. "I simply walked Loki. There was no sneaking." She moved closer, causing me to tense up, not trusting her intentions.

"What is a woman doing out so late in the forest. Are you not afraid of what is hiding in the dark?"

She sat down next to me, her eyes staring into the water below. "I live here. I have no fear of my home. You however, you are far from your home. What brings you out here?"

I eyed her, not trusting her. "I come to think. To be alone." I turned my head back to the water, hoping that she would take the hint and leave. Much to my dismay, she stayed where she was.

"its not always best to be alone. Even if no words are said, company is nice." She smiled softly, looking up at me before looking back at the water.

"Who are you?" I finally asked, letting the curiosity get the better of me.

"My name is Evengilana."

I sat up straighter, eyes growing wide. "A mystic?"

She nodded. "Yes, a mystic of the forest."

"Why are you here?" I became on edge, knowing what mystics were and what they can do. Mystics were temperamental creatures, taking the form of whatever world they were inhabiting. They preyed on broken souls, feeding off their energy, luring in broken men before devouring them. They had the power to control will and very few could resist.

"I am here to warn you. You are not what Odin tells you. You will never be of Asgurd decent as you were not born of this relm."

I eyed her, fully intrigued. "What are you saying?"

She stood up, walking away, back into the forrest. "Ask Odin who you really are, maybe then you will know why the thrown was never yours to claim."

I stood from the rock, taking a step forward to follow her but she vanished, as many Mystics did, leaving me alone to think of what she had said. Was there a reason I was always left behind? Some birth defect or history I was never told about? Narrowing my eyes, I teleported back to the palace, knowing just who to ask.