Eyra moaned, opening her eyes but instantly regretting it. Her wrists were still chained, dried blood on the rusting shackles digging into her scabbed skin. Her legs were numb from not being able to move them for an extended period of time. The roar of the wind rushing against the castle walls filled her ears as she listened to the heavy storm outside and for once, a spit second, she thought about how lucky she was to not be out there. Her brain thought about so many things, memories, friends, the past and it almost brought her to tears.

"Mom! Mom! Look what I found!" the 6 year old Eyra ran into the small farm house, clutching a kitten who's paw had been cut open. It meowed in pain but she held onto it carefully, trying not to hurt it anymore. Her eyes were big and wide, filled with concern for the animal.

Her mother smiled down on her, kneeling and taking the kitten into her arms. "Where ever did you find this?"

"Out in the fields. Some kinds were kicking it…" Tears formed around her eyes at the fresh memory. "I saved it. Please can we keep it?"

Her mother frowned. "Eyra darling, you know we can't afford to feed it…."

"Moma please! I'll feed it, Ill take care of it. Its hurt…." She frowned, looking up at her mother with pleading hazel eyes.

Her mother sighed, knowing she couldn't say no to her daughter at the kindness she was showing. That was something she had hoped her daughter would never loose. "Alright." She smiled. "Come on. Lets go make it a bed shall we?"

A loud clink at the cell door pulled her out of the memory. She looked up to find a young woman with greasy, dirty brown hair and a tattered blue dress standing with a frown in front of her. In her hands was a plate of food. "You must be hungry."

Her eyes showed fear but her smile was warm. Eyra just looked away, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She heard a sigh and another soft klink as the metal tray was slid on the floor to her feet. The servant walked away without another word.

Once the girl was gone, Eyra took note of the bread, apple and water that was sitting on her plate. The bread looked stale, the apple slightly rotten and the water was dirty.

She snorted, talking to herself. "Wow, some gracious leaders ya got there Asgard. Taken real good care of your people."

She sat up, reaching for the food with her sore wrists but unable to use them due to the deep wounds. "Fine." She focused her eyes, staring at the food until they grew golden and the food begun to rise, levitating towards her. Her mind hurt at how much focus this took but her stomach was screaming at her, needing the food more than her mind needed the pain to stop. She watched as the food made its way over to her, resting on her knees that were pulled up to her chest. She relaxed, releasing the hold her mind had on the food. She smiled, proud of herself as she ate the bread off her knees. When she was done, she rested her head back on the wall, exhausted.

Thunder rolled in, causing a loud crash in the skies above her. She closed her eyes, smiling and relaxing, enjoying the storm for the first time in years.

Loki looked out his window, watching the rain fall and the dark skies loom over the golden city. He closed his eyes, breathing the sent in through his nose. He had always loved the rain. It was beautiful, harsh and dark. Everyone in the city rushed to find shelter, away from it. He never understood though. He never understood why people ran from the rain. It was just water. "Just water. Nothing wrong with it, nothing harmful about it…why?"

The sound of the water crashing on the castle walls filled his ears as he smiled at the one thing that made him happy. There was a knock at the door, putting a frown back on his face as he turned to face the person now entering.

"Brother"

Loki's eyes narrowed. "what." It wasn't a question, rather a snapping response.

"A frost giant has entered the gates, they are hidden within the city. Father requires you to assist the search." Thor stood, a serious face with dead set eyes stared back at Loki.

Loki nodded, conjuring his staff in his hands and walking quickly to the door. "Lets go."

The rain poured down, soaking every fiber of Loki's body as they rushed though the streets, knocking down every door in the city in search of the frost giant. Women screamed, men stood angrily as the troops kicked down doors, invading peoples homes. Loki had split off from Thor, hoping to search on his own. The mud on his boots slung everywhere as he brought his foot up, kicking down a brown wooden door to a peasants home. It broke with a loud crash, followed by a woman's scream. She look panicked, her wide blue eyes reaching for her daughter. Loki's stomach caught in his throat as he stared at the young child in the woman's arms. Her skin was blue, red eyes filled with fear stared back up at him. Anger cursed though his veins as he walked forward, ripping the child from the woman's arms, ignoring her pleas and cries.

"Please! No! You can't! She's just a girl! No..No no no no! My baby girl!" The woman followed him outside, gripping his arms before he threw her to the ground.

"You dare hide a frost giant in the home of Odin! Treason! You commit treason against your king!" Loki screamed, his hand gripping tightly around the crying girl.

"Moma! Moma!" Her red eyes were wide, fear surging through her veins.

Her mother quickly stood from the mud, ignoring the way her hair was tangled or the way her hands were shaking from the cold. "Its alright Liza! Its going to be ok! You be a good girl now and just do what the man says! It will be ok!" Her tears were lost in the rain as the guard drug the woman away, not looking the young girl in the eyes.

Loki looked down at the girl and a flash of pity shown in his eyes before he quickly erased any thought. This girl was a monster. She was evil. Her piercing scream however made Loki jump slightly when she dropped to her knees, hands going to cover hear ears and her skin going so cold that Loki almost let go of her arm. Her tears turned to ice sickles on her face, her hands turned to ice cubes as she froze the ground below her feet. His eyes widened when his hand started to turn light blue, dark blue markings wrapping around his wrist and up his arm. In one swift motion, he brought his arm up and struck her behind the head, knocking her out. He watched as her limp body fell onto the frozen mud with a thump. He took a step back from her, pulling his hand under his sleeve, sighing in relief as it turned back to its normal pale color. A guard rushed over to him, picking the girl up and taking her away without a word to the god.

Loki turned on his heal, leaving the rest to his men as he made his way back to the castle. He pushed open the doors, walking quickly down the stairs and past the guars standing in front of the large golden doors. They shifted their weight, not allowing him entrance into the room. "I'm afraid The King has ordered us to deny entrance of this room to anyone."

Their eyes showed determination and fear, unsure what do do.

Loki glared at them. "I am the prince of Asgard and I order you to allow me passage before I have you guarding the stalls to my horse for the rest of your life."

The guards looked at each other before nodded, stepping back to allow Loki to open the doors to the treasure room. He made his way past gold pillars, down the stairs and to the center of the room where a stone table sat, holding the Tesseract. It's power far to great for a normal man to control however, it was made my the frost giants, containing there power. His hands made their way to its handles, picking it up and gasping when his hands once again turned light blue, dark blue markings making their way up his arms and onto his face. He saw his reflection in the Tesseract, his now red eyes holding a glare. He heard the door open and the booming voice of his father. "My Son…"

Loki put down the Tesseract, turning to glare at the man he had once called father. "What am I?"

Odin frowned, looking down on Loki with sad eyes. "You are my son."

Loki shook his head, an evil grin on his face. "No. I am not. I am one of them! I understand now, why I was always second to Thor."

"Loki…" Odin frowned, taking a step closer.

"NO! No matter how much you claimed to love me you couldn't bare the thought of a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard!"

Odin shook his head. "Loki, my son…That was never my intention."

Loki looked down, head off to the side. "How? Why?"

Odin started to make his ay down the large, golden stairs, gripping the side rail as he walked. "During the great war with the frost giants, The night we won. I found a baby, Laufy's son, much to small to be of full blood….I took him in…"

Loki's red eyes burned with hate for the man above him. "You lied to me."

He took a step forward toward Odin, his shoulders high and his head low in an animalistic way. He watched as Odin frowned, taking a step forwards but tensing at how threatening Loki looked.

"I never lied Loki. I only wanted the best for you. You are my son."

"NO! I WILL NEVER BE YOUR SON!" His whole body had gone cold, as if his veins had frozen and surged nothing but ice water. His heart ached, hate burning in his eyes for the man who had claimed to love him. "it was all a lie. A political move. You used me, for a truce. That maybe, just maybe when I did find out, I would stand beside you and use my true heritage to save your pathetic life! I was nothing more than a pawn! You never loved me." He took another step forward. "Say it…Say its true. You never loved me."

Odin shook his head. "Loki I will always love you."

"LIAR! Say it!" He screamed, and watched as Odin fell to the floor, grabbing at his heart, gasping for air.

Loki paused for a moment, a sick grin spreading across his face before his eyes grew wide, rushing to Odin's side, his skin going back to its pale color. "Guards! Help! Guards!" His voice sounded panicked as he stood up, watching as the guards came to the aid of their king.

Eyra lifted her head when she saw the guards thow a young girl into the cell across from her. Her red eyes were filled with frozen tears, her blue skin making it clear as to why she was crying. She curled in a ball, chains moving as she brought her arms to wrap around her knees. Eyra sighed, too tired to say anything so she rested her head back against the wall and went back to sleep.

A few hours later, dinner was brought to them and once again, Eyra used her magic to feed herself. She heard a gasp however when the young girl saw what she was doing. Eyra smiled, looking at the girl. "What? You've never seen magic before?"

The girl shook her head, too scared to talk.

Eyra nodded. "Those are some cool eyes you've got there…" She could at least be nice to the poor thing.

The girl sniffed, rubbing her eyes, trying to hide them.

Eyra pushed on. "How do I get eyes like that?"

A voice came from down the hallway and startled the both of them. "You gotta be a Frost Giant, but you should know all about that, shouldn't you Eyra?"

The young girl started to whimper as Loki came into view. Eyra glanced at the girl before looking back up at Loki. "What do you want?"

"How did you know?" His voice was harsh, rough and angry.

Eyra smirked. "So, you finally found out did you?"

Within seconds, he was in her cell, pinning her to the wall with an icy blue hand around her throat. "TELL ME!"

She choked, her hands grasping Loki's wrist as she heard the girl scream, trying to get him to stop. "I…I…its….can't…breathe…"

Loki dropped her to the ground, glaring at her. "Tell me how you knew."

"I saw it….you….the skin….I can see people for who they really are." Eyra looked up at Loki, holding a glare and spitting at his feet. "I see everything you are. You're emotions, your fears, your memories. Call it a magic trick."

Her eyes glanced over to the girl who looked petrified in the corner of her cell. She nodded, giving a half smile telling her everything was alright but the girl made no sign of relaxing.

"So, that's what you can do." Loki nodded, relaxing for a second, looking down on her in thought. He crouched down, taking her chin in his soft hands. "You are quite a jewel Eyra."

He was gone before she could say anything else, leaving her breathing heavily, eyes wide and wild at what just happened. A small frail voice brought her back to reality. "Are you ok?"

Eyra looked up at the girl, assuming the voice came from her chapped blue lips. "Yeah. I'm fine. How bout you get some rest hu?"

"He will come back." Her wide red eyes showed fear.

"I'll stay up, make sure nothing happens. I promise." She smiled at the girl, warm and big, trying to get her to come out of her shell of fear. "Maybe tomorrow you can tell me your name and I'll tell you mine ok?"

The girl nodded, red eyes looking her up and down, trying to decide if she was telling the truth or not. Deciding that it was safe, she shifted and Eyra smiled, resting her head back against the wall, watching the young girl curl up in a ball and slowly drift off into the world of sleep.

Once the heard the girls breathing steady, she sighed, shifting so the chains made a clanging sound, dropping to the ground. Her wrists burned and she had been slowly surging her magic through them to get them off. As soon as the hit the ground, she stood up, getting her footing back.

"Mirya voc tu nos" she whispered, eyes glowing as the lock clicked, signaling her freedom. With one last look at the sleeping girl, she turned her back and ran out the door.

Eyra ran through the dark streets, ducking down or behind something when she thought she heard someone. Most of the time is was just late night workers or men returning from the bar but there was one guard who she had just barely managed to dodge the glance from. The skies were clear, the stars shining brightly and for a brief moment, Eyra wondered if her mother was up there. "No, don't think. It does you no good. The past is the past. Move on." She muttered to herself, standing up from behind a large horse cart and running through the streets, hoping that her stuff was still in the ally where she left it.

The streets were still muddy from the storm that had only just stopped a few hours ago, covering her torn boots and soaking her feet to the bone. Her torn dress matched the color of the sticks around her, falling off her shoulder as she turned the corner, eyes wide and searching. The ally was just up the way and she knew she was in the clear so she slowed her pace, enjoying the brisk air as it bit at her bruised skin. Her mind went back to the girl in cell. She must be so scared and would be even more so when she woke up to Erya gone. Her heart sank at how alone the girl was, probably ripped from her already dead mother. She shook her head, trying to remind herself that it wasn't her job to take care of others but a voice in the back of her mind told her she was wrong. "Erya, what are you doing?" She stopped, looking up at the sky. "When did you become so cold?"

A young Eyra laughed, running around the small yard chasing the puppy her mother had let her keep. Her long hair flowed behind her freely as she bounced up and down with a stick in her hand. "Come on boy! Come get it!" She smiled widely, laughing harder when the puppy barked, running forward but tripping on its own feet and rolling down the hill in a ball. She took off after it, throwing the stick to the side for fear of the puppy's injury. When she got to the bottom of the hill, she found the dog on its back, wiggling its hips and his tongue hanging out of his mouth. The dog barked and bit his tongue, causing him to yelp and jump to his feet once more.

"Ditto! You silly!" she smiled, bending down to hold the squirming puppy to her chest. "I'll always take care of you no matter what!" The puppy barked, licking her face as she laughed.

Erya sighed, smiling at the memory. She turned on her heal, running back down the street she had just came from. Her breath was ragged as she ran, racing daylight back to the castle.