"Now Mr. Laufeyson," said Dr. Temple. "These are the last two treatments I have for you."

"Oh, no," I muttered. "This torture's never going to end, is it?"

"You are one unsecure man, Loki Bartholomew Laufeyson." One of the guards said.

I glared at him and lifted my finger to a pointing gesture. "If you are going to say my middle name, you have to say my legal last name after it."

"Which is?"

I was quiet. "Odinson."

"And how does that make you feel, Mr. Odinson?" asked Dr. Temple.

I lay back down and looked back up at the ceiling. "Hateful." I answered with a sneer.

He wrote something else down. "What ticks you off the most?"

"You."

"Be truthful, Laufeyson." He ordered.

My eye twitched as I looked over at him. "Thor."
"Why?"

"Because he is what put me in this situation." I answered.

"And how does that make you feel?" Dr. Temple asked.

I grumbled. "I do what I want! I feel what I want! I say what I want! And I think what I want!" I snapped.

"I just asked you a simple question, Mr. Laufeyson."

My eyes narrowed and I relaxed my muscles. "Oh," I said. "Well then."

It all started when I went to a school dance.

"What grade?" he asked.

"Ah, tenth, I believe." I answered.

"How old were you?" he asked.

"I suppose I was fifteen."

Anyway, there was this girl… I think her name was… It started with an "S" I think…

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa," Dr. Temple interrupted. "Is this the girl that Odin was talking about?"

I was quiet. "Define talking about."

"He said that you had this huge crush on this girl named Sigyn in High School?"

"No…" I squinted. "She might have been Lady Sif… I'm not sure…"

But either way, I found myself showing off on the dance floor. I looked like an idiot, especially when I started doing the robot dance. After a while, I began to dance like a barbarian and I ended up running into her. Anyway, her punch spilled all over her light blue dress and now she looks like Captain America every time she wears it. It was the most embarrassing moment of my life as everyone in the room (including Thor) laughed at me.

"That is how I feel about Thor putting me in this situation," I said. "I was that fifteen-year-old boy who had just spilled punch all over his crush who was and is still way out of his league."

"Ah," Dr. Temple smiled. "That was what I felt about my wife until I married her."

My eyes widened until my eyebrows lowered. "Who said I wanted to marry her?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"I just fancy her, that's all." I finished.

"Loki?" Frigga's voice spoke.

I sat up as fast as a rocket and looked to my right and there was mother, standing on the other side. Her expression seemed to be a mixture of anger and confusion. "Who is this?" she asked.

"My psychiatrist," I answered. "Dr. Temple and his bodyguards."

She raised her eyebrows. "You have a psychiatrist?"

"Yes." I confirmed.

"Okay," she said as she began to walk away. And then she spun around and pressed the red button to open my cell. "GET OUT OF HERE!" she screamed. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES HERE EVER AGAIN!"

All three of them scurried out of the cell.

Although I will have to admit, I did try to follow them out, but mother stopped me by pressing the button one last time, and I was locked back in. "Mother," I grumbled. "You're embarrassing me! Go away!"

She raised an eyebrow. "Please tell me that was a sarcastic remark."

"It was." I replied.

"Goodness, Loki," she face palmed. "I must go. Your… Ah… My husband and I need to talk about this whole situation."

I sat back down in my cell. Surely I knew what she meant when she said that she needs to talk about this whole situation. She meant she was going to yell at Odin for hiring a psychiatrist for me, although, I did have much fun, after all.

THE END.