You guys are so cool. I love all of you readers so much! You make writing this story so seamless, so easy. I'm excited to write chapters and to update you all. You're speculations are good, but I'm telling you not everything is as it seems. This chapter, in specific, gives away a bit of the plot. But, it's confusing... For example, in a magic trick, there are 3 parts. Without one of the parts, the trick is useless and impossible to understand. Right now, I've given you one of the parts, but nothing will make sense without the other two.

You'll be confused.

That is all.


Warmth. There was a strange, unparalleled warmth everywhere. It was comfortable, different. It was a dream. Regardless of whatever world Rebecca was inhabiting at the moment, it was one of genuine goodness. It was positive... There was a strange fluttering deep within her chest, and it was beautiful. Somehow, the warmth almost had a song to it. A soft, lyrical hum that was soothing, relaxing. All around there was a soft, ebbing gold stream of light. It reached out and encircled her. It brought happiness and calamity. This was serenity.

Was she in heaven? Had Rebecca died on that cold, black cavern floor? She didn't know. All she knew is that where she was, whatever floating mass of golden light she was in, was where she wanted to stay for the rest of her time. It was alluring and captivating.

Rebecca's eyes slowly fluttered open. Her body was breathing lightly, her vision slowly adjusting to the area around her. What had happened? Her body felt alive, pain free. Her breathing was even, smooth. And then, she understood where she was.

She was in a large, golden incrusted bed with white sheets covered by an elegant gold and pearl comforter. All around the room were golden structures, looking almost like warriors, reaching up the the ceiling as if they were guards. Each of them had horns on their heads and spears in their hands. The floor itself was white marble, and the layout of the room was simple with the exception of a few amenities. Across the room was a beautiful silver vanity with a large, twisting mirror. Beside it was a matching wardrobe, large in size and beautiful in antiquity. On the left side of the vanity was a door, left open, to what appeared to be a bathroom. There was also another door, not opened.

Rebecca; however, didn't feel the need to shower or anything. She somehow felt clean. Slowly, the girl moved the comforter aside and stood up. She was surprised to find the marble floors warm to the touch, as if they were made to never be icy. Her brown eyes looked around the room with a filled curiosity. She's never seen this room in her life.

Rebecca padded her way over to the mirror, only to freeze. Her face. It took her moment to wonder if that was really her she was staring back at. For some reason, she expected to see something different

There was not a single blemish, scar, or cut.

Her hair was pin straight, flowing around her shoulders. Her face was made up in some beautiful, foreign make up. It looked natural, but, different. She noticed her body did not hurt, and in fact, smelt of lavenders and vanilla. She had bathed? On her body was a knee length sky blue nightgown. It was not revealing, but in fact, was comfortable.

Rebecca stared at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes narrowing. Why did she feel like she was missing something? She didn't know why she was shocked to find herself without any facial wounds or bruises. She felt like she was forgetting something significant, but within the next second, her pondering ceased.

The girl glanced back to the bed, only to notice that it was completely made again as if Rebecca hadn't just inhabbited it. On the bed itself, was a large, frilled bathrobe that reminded her very much of Christine Daae's robe in Phantom of the Opera. It was not there seconds ago. Funny, she had picked out that book in her office.

Or did she.

Or did someone else.

Someone else did pick out Phantom of the Opera. Someone who- someone who Rebecca didn't like. Someone who she hated. The girl moved over to the bathrobe, lifting it up and placing it onto her body.

Phantom of the Opera.

"And yet you find yourself enamored with darkest of literature in an attempt to pity your own race."

Those words. Who said those words? Rebecca could feel her lips form a hard line, her brows furrowing. Her body seamlessly moved back to the bed. As she sat down, she shook her perfect brown locks back and fourth. Why couldn't she remember... anything? She knew her name, her job. But, why was she here? What had happened the last night?

The woman sighed, shutting her eyes. There was no use worrying about the forgotten past. Her body felt rejuvenated, almost as if she were 17 again. And yes, she knew her age was 27. She knew that she somehow became the Editor and CEO because of outstanding writing, leadership, and quickly rising the ranks... Why was she thinking about this again? What was she thinking about before?

Rebecca stopped her train of thought, as she felt her stomach growl in protest. She was hungry. Food. People need food to survive. Rebecca smiled; that is what she will do. She will go and get food. She stood up from her bed and made her way to the door to exit. But then, the door had opened for her. How nice!

Her feet moved out of the room and into a large, purely golden hallway. The floors, the walls, everything. Rebecca stood out bluntly in her white dressings. Barefoot, the girl mindlessly walked down the long corridor. Her eyes wandered up to stare at the large gaping ceilings with beautiful crystal chandeliers. It seemed as if her fascinated expression could never dissipate. She was amazed. Therefore, she had no trouble continuously walking down the very long hall.

Finally, she heard an echo coming from far behind her. Rebecca whirled around to see a large opening in the wall, a door, that had not been there when she passed before. Her flawless lips parted as she moved to the door, walking through.

She smelt food as soon as she went entered. "The right way," Rebecca said to herself softly. She began to hum to herself, something she can't recall ever doing before. But in truth, she felt like a different person. She didn't feel anger or sadness. She only felt happiness and light. She felt euphoric. She kept humming.

Rebecca found her way into a large, ancient kitchen. Once again, the theme of gold was persistent. There was a large, black table with a variety of foods all along the center. Some of these foods, in fact, were foods she'd never seen before. There were so many delectable and odd treats spread out across the large table. Rebecca could feel her lips widened; she was smiling. Everything was so nice, so beautiful.

But then, she saw a figure enter from across the ways. He was fairly tall, wearing formal black clothing with a green, odd pattern running down his jacket. His raven hair was slicked back, appearing behind his ears. When he came close enough, she saw that his eyes were emerald green. When Rebecca looked at the man, her face lit up. Another person!

She flashed her teeth as she saw him coming closer. Rebecca, in turn, met him halfway before she lightly asked,"Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I am?"

The man kept a still face. His emerald orbs bore into her, as if hesitant to say anything. Rebecca tilted her head as his eyes narrowed, studying her face. Did he not hear her words? What a funny man! She had just said them. But, he was still quiet, as if unsure if Rebecca was a physical being. The girl laughed, grinning,"I'm sorry to interrupt your train of thought sir, but I must ask again. Do you know where I am?"

It was the second time that the man watched her with filled curiosity, before shaking his head. It seemed as if he snapped out of his haze when he began to grin at her. He had a beautiful smile. "You are in the land of Angria."

Rebecca nodded her head,"I see."

"You must be famished," the figure said aloud, a genuine smile wiping across his lips. He laughed to himself,"But what is your name?"

The woman watched his green eyes carefully. They were so kind. "My name is Rebecca, it's a pleasure." She watched the man before her, before she giggled. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, her eyes filled of energy,"Well, excuse me. I'm sorry, I'm not that good at introductions. And who might you be, kind sir?"

The man shook his head, the beautiful smile never leaving his pale face,"None of a title that is of any importance, my lady. Now, please sit. I will accompany you for breakfast."


The two talked all throughout breakfast for what seemed like hours. They sat right next to one another, the mysterious man taking a seat at the head of the table. Rebecca couldn't help but laugh at everything he said. He was clever, kind, and gentle with her. He offered her such sweet words and phrases that could only be compared to god-like speech. The woman found herself blushing over a thousand apparitions from every word he spoke. He often complimented her on her beauty and offered such extreme kindness. She could not stop herself from staring at the man as he spoke with such eloquence and detail. They spoke about old tales of Ice Giants and Asgardians. They even talked of the different realms and how the figure had seen them all. Rebecca had learned much from the man, but she also learned about the man himself. He often became nervous under Rebecca's gaze, and he had such a youthful attitude about how he lived. He was strong and had such a pure heart. But he did not reveal his name. Either way, Rebecca continuously gave off the feeling that she was truly happy.

Rebecca didn't mind she didn't know who the stranger was. He was making her so genuinely happy. Her voice was light and her eyes were practically glowing... blue. Her eyes, at random points in the conversation, would flash a brilliant aquamarine. The figure noticed this and would often pause, but Rebecca went on continuously as if there were no change. At one point, though, they permanently remained blue and did not revert back to the original hue.

By the time the two were done, the man helped Rebecca out of her seat. She smiled, bowing her head to give a silent thanks.

"For you kindness, sir, I must know who you are," Rebecca said softly, her crystal blue eyes fluttering. Her voice even shifted. It sounded more like the man's accent, but Rebecca did not notice.

The man chuckled, shaking his head,"You are too forward, sweet Rebecca."

Rebecca laughed,"Your charm and wit are clearly your methods to disguise yourself. Now tell me who are are!" She flashed her white teeth, her accent completely shifting to mirror the mans. Her sapphire crystals beamed, her teeth biting her bottom lip. The man did not reply.

"Please? I might steal it from you if you do not tell me," Rebecca threatened, her voice dancing in laughter as she moved closer to the man. Her hand fell on his shoulder, her fingers caressing the fabric under her fingers,"Is it because you are bad man? Should I be afraid of your horrible deeds?"

"No, of course not."

"Because your heart is warm, I know. I feel it beneath my fingers and you are a kind person. Why are you so afraid to tell me your name?" Rebecca whispered, feeling her body closer to the man. Her fingers traced over his chest, her face plagued with worry.

The figure once again found himself grinning widely at the woman. She was so kind. She was... different. "My love," he began, his green eyes watching hers deeply. His face shifted at this point, almost frowning. His expression was darkening by the second as he bitterly whispered,"Do you remember your job?"

Rebecca removed her hand from his chest, her eye brows furrowing,"No... I don't believe... I do." She didn't remember her job. She had a job? She had actually worked? That's impossible. But she felt as if something was horribly wrong. She didn't have a job... What would she work as? But she felt as if she did have something. Something was there but the idea of it was fading. It hurt her mind. Rebecca shook her head, her own face displaying confusion as she replied,"I feel as if my mind is leaving me in my youth. Is not that strange?"

Her crystal orbs stared up at the man, and before she knew it, she felt a tear run down her cheek. Rebecca gasped, raising her hand to feel the tear. "I am sad, and I do not know why. Why?"

The figure watched her, despair plaguing his emotions,"What do you remember, Rebecca?"

"Rebecca?" She answered, shaking her head, patting dry the wetness with her hand,"Is that my name? Rebecca? And what is yours?"

The figure looked even sadder. She saw his eyes water, the green pools slowly flooding with tears. He pursed his lips, shaking his head back and fourth. "I'm so sorry for the pain I am about to cause you. If I don't, you will die and I can't afford to lose you before I truly get you back." The man moved forward, before he closely, wrapping his arms tightly round the woman. He didn't want to let her go. He embraced her closely and he felt her sigh into the crook of his neck. His hands gently ran through her brown hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands. His face was sad, worried. His pressed his lips lightly against her soft forehead, before he continued,"You won't remember this, just as you won't remember who you truly are."

The female looked at him, tilting her head. The man released her and took a step back. Her crystal eyes watered,"What do you mean?"

"My name," The man began,"is Loki."

The female stared back at the figure, saying the name in her own voice,"Loki."

Loki? Loki. The name... the name... the man. And then, it was as if her entire mind was reset. Rebecca's eyes widened, the crystal blue orbs became chocolate brown, but remained large and alert. She stared off into the distance as memories and moments flooded her head, burning. So many ideas... Who she was, where she was from, her aquantinces... her entire life. Everything came bombarding into her head at once, ploughing through her mind and tearing the membranes as it went. Rebecca knew her age, her job. She knew what foods she liked to eat and she remembered how she spoke. An American accent. She remembered her childhood and she remembered college. Pepper Potts, her best friend. They would always order in pizza at 2am and watch horror films. She went ahead and was married to Tony Stark. He was Iron Man. He helped Rebecca out many times, often concerning her secret powers of transmutation. There was an incident when she almost burnt down Stark Towers. And, Stark trusted her enough to leave Pepper with Rebecca in case of an emergency.

Emergency.

Something happened. A man. He came. His name? He was the God of Mischief. Loki. That was him. His eyes. His lost, innocent eyes and his tears. 36 hours time. In 36 hours time, with the support of Thor, she was suppose to meet him. And she did.

Rebecca's physical body shook. Her legs gave out from under her, but her arms managed to catch her as she tumbled to the floor. The final, and latest memory, was coming back. Last night. She remembered it being cold and she was shivering. She was crying. So much. There was so much physical pain. She saw him moving over her, talking about possession. He spoke of how he wanted to rule her. He raped her. He stole her power... her pride... He left her there, cold against the floor.

The woman's face dropped. The memory restoration completed itself.

Silence.

A lone tear dripped down her face. And than another. And than a 3rd, 4th... Rebecca shook her head back and fourth, her hand coming up to cover her mouth and her hands wrapped themselves around her. "Oh god!" Rebecca whispered, her voice pained. How could she not remember what had happened last night? How could she not remember any of it? It was as if every trace had been vanished, literally. It was like her mind was infiltrated, changed. She did not remember the terrible, cruel nature of Loki and how he destroyed her life. He stole her dignity. He was rough, cruel. He did not care about her survival, only about his selfish desire for power and dominance. She trembled at the memory, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. Her heart was pounding and her body was vibrating.

She sat there on the ground for a while in her own tears.

But even this didn't seem right. Her memories did not seem full. She didn't even remember how she got into this room or into these clothes or... anything. This morning. She did not remember this morning.

Rebecca didn't know why she was here or how she was here... Why did she feel alright? Her body felt fit and her face, by the touch, had none of the injuries it had last night. Rebecca hiccuped, shaking her head,"Look at me... I'm already losing my mind."

But, it was when she calmed herself, that she actually took notice of what was going on. Rather... who was standing right next to her, watching her. Rebecca turned her head slowly, and there she saw him, Loki.

"You," she hissed, spitting his name,"Loki."

Loki watched the girl, his hands behind his back. He almost seemed amused by her reaction, a demonic look. His cold eyes, ever so menacing, stared back. He demeanor was so similar to last night. He was evil. "Pleasant dreams?"

Rebecca snorted, shaking her head back and fourth before she stood up. She used her white frilly sleeve to wipe away her tears. How dare he! How dare he do this to her! Was this a game? Was this a fun game of if he could torture the girl enough before she laid dead? The woman was not going to have it. Not today. He raped her last night while she was weak and no longer in control. That was not okay. Rebecca, if she could, she would have tore out his heart. And right now? Yes, she'd fight him. She shouldn't fear this man. She should only hate him for the scum his is. Deep down, he was a rotting corpse of whatever the Prince of Asgard truly was.

"How dare you," Rebecca stated,"How dare you think that because you can wave around a scepter that you can just destroy lives and rape people." Her tone was filled of disgust. She hated the beautiful man before her.

Loki grinned,"That was not rape if you consented."

Rebecca pursed her lips, shaking her head,"Yes it was! I can't believe you! I can't believe that you think your all high and mightily because you are a piece of shit that everyone hates. You're a real jackass, you know that? I'm not afraid of you and your prissy gelled hair."

"You are not?"

"No. You're a psychopath."

Lok then said, charismatically,"If I am of higher rank, I believe I can whatever I want with my subjects. Yes, to you, it might seem unlawful, but it is completely within my rights as the Prince of Asgard to assert my dominance and power over pathetic human mortals."

Loki was so gracefully insane. The god took a step closer to Rebecca, in which she instantly stepped back. Good. She was lying. She was still afraid of his touch. It would bring her weakness again. She was all bluff.

"Or would I need to re-demonstrate all the reasons why you should be afraid of me? Because fear, human, is the key to you staying alive," Loki simply replied, waving his hand charismatically. She wouldn't give him any satisfaction by backing down.

Rebecca sharply replied,"And why is that?"

"Because fearless humans are reckless humans. And reckless humans need to be taught who their natural leader is. I believe I showed you that last night, now, didn't I?" Loki said cooly with a threatening tone, his eyes narrowing at the girl. He moved dangerously close to her now, once more breaching her personal bubble and this time, sent a deathly glare,"I wouldn't mind reminding you, girl."


Loki had dismissed himself after his threatening remark. He left Rebecca speechless in the large room filled of foods and the golden ambience. The nerve of that man! How dare he threaten her with words so large. Rebecca grew a newfound hate for him, especially after the menacing way he left her after the events of last night. And to think she almost thought he was passionate towards the end and his intentions weren't to purely ruin her.

There was a look in his eyes towards the middle of it all, different from his sadist exterior in the beginning. They were almost as if... there was something more. He didn't act as roughly, but acted out of intensity and emotions... Real emotions. Perhaps it was anything but. Rebecca was wrong to guess anything thus, she had no reason to believe anything more was there. It wasn't like she felt anything. She didn't. She just wondered what was going on in that crazed head. She would never know besides that it justified everything he did. He really did think he was right.

Rebecca slowly glanced around the room. It was beautiful. It was intricate with its golden weaved curtains that fell and pooled at the floor. Everything about the room was grand with its golden aura. The brown eyes moved around the space in awe of its brilliance. Why hadn't she remembered coming into a room like this? Ever since last night, she hadn't remembered a single moment leading up to this moment. It was strange, as if she had her memories removed.

The Editor sighed, shaking her head. Obviously, she was alright. The rest of her memories were in tact and her physical self was very good. Her hair was even pin straight, as if some hair stylist had fixed her up. Yet, she didn't understand it. Last night, she was beaten, bloodied and bruised. Her neck was torn, her lip was bleeding, her head was gushing red ooze, and soreness plagued her every motion. Why did she feel none of that?

It's only logical to feel pain the next morning, but Rebecca felt even better than she had for months. She felt alive, energized... What happened between last night and now?

There were answers she didn't have, and that was scary.

Without much else to do, Rebecca found herself meandering through several parts of the large estate. She did it solely by herself, unable to find her way back to her bedroom. She wandered through halls and rooms, but nothing truly stuck out in her mind as out of the ordinary. She found a kitchen and a bathroom, as well as a library. Within the library were many books with elegant book bindings and unreadable titles.

Rebecca's feel moved around several isles, her brown eyes searching the novels for anything in English. Nothing. When she came to the end of the isle, she saw something. In the very corner of the room, she saw a large oak door. Rebecca moved over to the structure, curious to see where it led. It couldn't have been anywhere bad.

But, she was not expecting to see this. It was a study. There were books literally splattered everywhere, open to various pages with feathers often marking off some sections. Rebecca wandered into the room, her orbs seeing how the light reflected off several dust particles floating seamlessly in the air. . On the walls, there were large pieces of fabric covering up older paintings. Someone actually put these books to use, regardless if the books were tossed quite literally everywhere. Half of them were practically books made of dust while others were newly read. But, because they were all in some ancient tongue, Rebecca could not understand what was written. Who was reading and studying? There was a paper and a quill, and next to it was a pot of ink. The ink, as Rebecca examined, was new and was usable Someone was in here recently.

But she didn't know who and couldn't find out. Therefore, she kept on traveling.

She had then found a large room filled of old relics. Inside were many different large vanities and wardrobes. It seemed almost like a storage room for a queen or king. The furniture was beautifully carved as Rebecca could see after removing sheets that covered them. One of the wardrobes in particular stood out to her. It was the largest, and the most gorgeous piece. Inside of them were frilled and exotic gowns, often the constituting colors of sky blue, pink, yellows, and sea foam greens. She found corsets and hair pins, stockings, and laced undergarments. She even found some hat boxes with frilled hats. She found everything that a wealthy Victorian woman would seem to wear. Or, something of the sort. The closet seemed endless, going far back past the back wall of the wardrobe and extending farther. It was magic.

Rebecca smiled a bit, sifting through a multitude of objects. But then, something popped. On the door to the closet, a small latch fell open and revealed a hole in the door that did not break through to the other side. It held an object. But how? The width of the wardrobe door was not large enough to hold something like a secret hole. Rebecca peaked around the edge of the door, only to confirm how strange the occurrence was. She then pushed the door back so she was staring at the hole. It was a good foot in. It didn't make any sense. This hole was defying logic, reaching back into the door when the door was not that thick.

But, still, curiosity plagued her. Rebecca reached into the hole in the door and pulled out a small, velvet sack the size of her palm. Rebecca tilted her head as her fingers threaded through the small ribbon, peaking inside.


Loki took his time to finally clear his mind. His body fell back on a soft, leather chair. His face fell into his hands, rubbing his eyes softly. It wasn't easy being cruel to Rebecca after she lost her memories. She was a different person. It was almost as if she were... the old friend.

When he realized that she was not playing him for a fool at the very beginning of their interaction this morning, he became curious as to why. Why was she losing her memories? Loki didn't know. He didn't know what sparked the transition. All he knew is that after the events of last night, Loki had a change of heart. About an hour and a half later, he went back down to the dungeons to offer Rebecca a place in the estate. He was not going to let her die of cold, if anything.

He also wondered why the idea even crossed his mind. Rebecca was a crude little rat. She spoke to him as if she didn't know his rank or years. But, every word she managed to spit out of her little mouth hurt. It stung. It was something he has never been told before. It was almost humbling to have someone, regardless of however cruel they may be, not fear him. Even last night, Rebecca didn't... fear him. She just complied. She cried because she didn't want to be sexually assaulted, but not because she was afraid of the man doing the assaulting.

And in the middle of it all, her body wanted him. Loki could not help but become so much more attracted to the female as her body reacted to him, moaning against her will. It made him passionate. It changed the action of rape into fucking, clearly unofficial because it still was rape. It was not the humane action of making love, but it was a step beyond rape... Well, at least in Loki's eyes. She watched him often, as if searching his eyes for answers into his head. Loki could only respond by looking at her back, trying to tell her that he didn't know. He didn't know why he did what he did. He knew what caused it: anger. But he knew that his revenge was so deeply stemmed that he needed to finish what he started... His entire life was filled of torture, and Rebecca, who finally received the smallest glimpse of the pain he felt, hated him for it.

What does a lifetime of that pain equate to?

But to digress, Loki had went back into the dungeons to find her naked body shivering, cold, and at rest. Loki frowned upon the sight and had removed his outer coat. He then lifted the now blanketed girl into his arms and moved her to a golden healing room. It would, in one night, restore her body to the best it could possibly be. And he did that. And he expected her to wake up and roar at him with that passionate nature of hers and demand why he was such a horrible creature. That didn't happen.

Instead, she came waltzing in... humming. She was happy, and she looked just like... her. Her eyes shifted to a brilliant hue of aqua and her accent shifted to match his own. She was becoming a different person. She was becoming someone who she was not. Who Rebecca was not. But Loki knew who she was becoming. Of course he did. He was a fool to think anything else. It was why he was interested in her the first moment they met.

Loki didn't mean to be cruel. He was not a cruel person, but just misunderstood. But, at that moment, that very moment when her radiant smile saw him for who he was without his past destroying his image, he felt understood. That girl, whoever had replaced Rebecca, was someone who genuinely saw Loki for his personality and he thoughts... Not for his actions that he does out of rage and revenge. She saw him for the person.

It was one of the most beautiful moments he has ever had in ages.

That face, those eyes, that voice. She understood him. She wanted to hear his side and come to know him... it was something within Rebecca. A personality, a past... something that did not exist in the present. Rebecca had the potential to truly understand who he was, once she got past all the rage and anger towards him. But he cannot change who he was. He must be sad when he has cause, and smile at now man's jest, eat when he as stomach, and wait on no man's leisure.*

But then, it all changed when he said his name and finally, her memories were restored. She said those cruel words he had expected to come sooner. And with those words, she once more managed to wound him. Loki, in turn, could only find his ability to dominate her again was by a threat. An empty, empty threat. He would not touch her like that again, especially after how her body reacted to it the next morning.

Loki sighed, removing his hands from his face. He needed to find her. He needed to, somehow, without losing his power, try to show he that he was simply misunderstood. Someone had to see him for who he was.

The man stood up from his seat and left his designated bedroom. He then strode out of the room and into the halls, where he did happen to find Rebecca. She was fondling something in her hand, but from the distance, Loki couldn't see what it was. He moved closer, curious. The object was reflecting light. What did she find?

The god moved closer, and when she saw him, she stiffed. A snarl appeared on her face as she shoved the object into the front of her bra, away from sight. Why did she hate him already! He didn't do anything yet. She simply didn't understand the concept of moving past what happened last night. Loki had every right to assert his power, and she needed that lesson. But still! This attitude. Loki approached her, but Rebecca kept her cold, harsh glare. Her brown eyes rolled back with attitude, before walking right by him.


Pain. Loss. Sadness. Disappointment.

Loki saw his father, that bastard of a man who he could never be a son to. That man he was never good enough for. He saw his Odin's cold eyes staring down at the God of Mischief. He saw such anger in his father's face. Loki was good for nothing. Never anything. He was worthless. Worthless like an ant to a god.

No one loved him. Ever. He was so alone in this cold, dark world. No one ever took a moment to simply understand him and his pains. No one. That is why he was so angry, so misused. Loki would never live up to his brother, nor his father's expectations. He was never good enough. No matter how hard he tried, he was always shoved down and stepped on.

He never controlled anything. He was powerless. All he wanted was respect from another creature who could see him as an equal.

But then, his emerald eyes shifted. He saw something. Someone.

Loki glanced behind him and saw a figure. His heart began to melt and burn.

This is how the nightmare ended.

It ended with that one person who ever could truly understand Loki and how they died miserably. They never lived long, simply because it was hard. Really hard. Whether it was the strain of life, or just sacrifice, that one person always died. Loki knew the true reason behind their death. They loved him. He loved them.

But The God of Mischief didn't deserve that.

He never deserved love.


And the vision from the 2nd chapter is continued in the end, if you hadn't realized. I know it's a bit confusing, it's meant to be that way... But I really hope you guys stick it out to see what all of these flashbacks and unknown identities are for. Something is happening to Rebecca and Loki that only one of them is aware of.

*Quoting Don Juan - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

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