Before I could beg for my father's forgiveness for trying to take over the world, a mystical force pulled Loki and I back to Asgard.
We once more stood before the purple man.
"Turns out you are stronger than I thought Loki. I always saw you as weak, and impressionable."
"Sorry I wasn't mold-able for you." Loki's sarcasm causes the scale-covered man to lose his smirk.
"No bother." He says straight faced. "I wonder how strong you would be without your queen." His disgusting eyes fall on me. He smirks as he scans my body. "Surely then you will cooperate."
Loki's eyes turn fierce. "I won't let you hurt her!" He stands in front of me.
The man laughs. "Oh that wasn't what I had in mind. Wouldn't it be worse to have her, but not really have her?"
"What do you mean?" Loki's concern is spiked.
He just smiles. With a flick of his hand, I collapse to the floor in agony I feel as if his hand has reached into my brain and is pulling things out.
I scream in pain, and Loki leans over me. "Abigail?" He holds my head in his lap. His eyes take me in. My crown, gown, and pain-etched face. His queen slipping away.
"Don't worry Loki, you're next." I close my eyes as I lose my grip with reality.
"I love you." The words float around in my subconscious but I don't know who spoke them. I feel like I should know, but it's a blank silhouette.