~ Chapter 6 ~

An iron sword hit against his cell door woke Loki up from his meditation. "You have a guest."

Loki looked passively as the guard was replaced by the proud form of Lady Sif. Her sneer more evident than ever. They had never gotten along. For some reason, Sif had always been the first to ridicule him or slander him when Thor wasn't around. As much as he had put her through pranks with bad endings, she had abused him in a different manner.

The female warrior stood with cold eyes glaring down at him where he refused to move. He even adopted a bored look on his face.

"Finally where you belong." Sif spat. "I always knew you were rotten to the core."

Loki didn't bite the taunts which infuriated Lady Sif.

"I see your silver tongue is finally cut. No more lies to tell trickster?"

Loki sighed like the conversation was beyond boring to him. "I'll let you know my tongue is in perfect condition."

"So he can speak." she flung her brown hair over her shoulder, no matter how much Thor had said he preferred dark hair she missed her blond golden locks dearly. "Then I guess your stay here so far hasn't been enough for you."

"Compared to the last few months I can't complain that its so bad." Loki confessed in a light tone. "Although I am surprised that it's not my lies that have brought me here.

"It was your actions, trickster." Sif spat at the floor. "Even your lies can't save you from your fate."

"You've also made a fine silver tongue, Lady Sif. You taught me better than anyone." His tone was sugar sweet with a hint of venom in it. "What favor have you gained from your lies? I bet no one knows your poisonous nature."

"Say whatever you want. It won't get you anywhere." A smirk lifted Sif's lips. "But I guess it makes sense now. You were always different, but I never thought you would be a frost giant!"

The color in Loki's face drained, leaving him pale. "What?"

"The Allfather didn't tell you? You are not Asgardian. You are a frost giant, taken from the battle field." She leaned her face between the bars, "Freak."

"Liar." Loki hissed.

"Not only are you a rapist who use his tricks into abusing others, you are also Asgards enemy. No one will ever believe you."

It started low in his stomach, but it didn't take long before laughter left Loki's mouth. A dark, sick laughter of the insane. "You have all fallen for the biggest lie ever." he gasped for breath. "You all blindly believe anything Thor says and take it for the truth. You have no idea what he has done for the last year." his green eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness from knowing something they didn't. "So blinded by his glory, you've failed to see his true nature."

Shadows filtered over Sif's face. "Hold your tongue."

"If Thor told you the sun is black and the moon is gold then you would believe him. I really pity you all."

"SILENCE!" she hit the iron bars with her fist.

The echo rattled against the walls, and jumped around the small area. Sif's breath was the only other sound as not even the rats came out to check what was going on. Loki sat on his on the bench seemingly untouched except for the paleness of his face.

Gathering her wits Sif took a step back, her leather clad boot scraping against the stone floor. "It doesn't matter what you say. No one will ever believe you." She walked regally to the door. "Besides, I have a few friends who wants to say their meaning to you."

After she left a group of four warriors entered the cell. What followed was another torturous session of violence and pain.

All Loki could do to protect himself was to curl into a tight ball as possible, but when one of the warriors took his hands into a firm, bruising grip, he had to endure their fury head on.

So he escaped into his mind. What had Sif meant by him being Frost Giant. Had his father really said that? Was that what he meant whit what he said during the trial.

If it was true...

What was he suffering for?

Above ground, Lady Sif emerged into the light of the day. With the eternal summer in Asgard, there could be no other weather. Which suited her just fine. However, at the horizon she could make out dark clouds that threatened to come over their golden city.

"If it isn't Lady Sif." a voice said when she came around the corner. Fandral smiled cheekily at his fellow warrior. "And where have your highness been?"

"Just closing some business." she replied nonchalantly. "Nothing serious."

"Are you going to see Thor?" the blond warrior asked as he matched her steps.

"Yes. I'm worried that everything that he's been through has taken a tool on him. He's not himself anymore."

Fandral nodded his head. "I understand what you are saying. It must be hard for him, and for the criminal to be his own younger brother. He used to adore Loki so much when they were younger."

"Don't you dare say his name with Thor's." Sif spat at the ground. "Just the thought of that bastard makes me sick."

Holding up his hands Fandral tried to appease his friend. "I won't do it again." He put a step between them so he wouldn't be in her striking zone. He valued his private parts all to much to lose them. He had, after all a date with the inn owners widow.

"Well," he finally said. "With the criminal in the dungeons it can only get better now. Who knows, maybe you are the one to bring Thor back to us?" he lightheartedly said. "Who knows, maybe you will be our Queen some day."

Sif gave her friend a smile. "Who knows. It's up to Thor to decide his equal."

Both of them walked away from the only entrance to the dungeons. One not aware of what was going on bellow his feet and the other knowing full well.

In the distance was a storm brewing that threatened to blow in over Asgard.

TBC