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I'm going to be posting one chapter a day, but because this is day one, I thought I'd be lovely and post two chapters, mainly because I'm really enjoying this :D

Any feedback is much welcomed and appreciated!

It had been three days since Frigga visited Loki, he was beginning to think that Odin had turned his request down.. That Thor had convinced his mother it was a bad idea, or that his mother had lied, that she had no intention of finding him company. Loki could feel emotion building up inside his chest, he wanted to scream, to ruin the cell, to ruin himself. He felt trapped, he was trapped and at that moment, he knew it more so than ever before. Loki began to pace back and fourth inside the small cell, he heard a slight noise outside his cell and turned abruptly, knocking into his wooden chair. This alone was enough to make Loki erupt. He screamed, releasing a huge pulse of energy from his body once again, making the chair, his books and his bed go flying through the air and crashing to the floor. His chair smashed into several pieces, his bed was snapped, and two of his books and finally given up and pages were thrown from the bindings. Loki's breathing was heavy and laboured, when suddenly, he heard the guards outside shift from their previous positions gaping at the Princes' outburst. Loki quickly waved his hand, placing an illusion over his entire cell, including himself.

Thor came strutting towards Loki's cell, a grin on his face, his teeth almost sparkling even in the dim light. His hair was pulled out of his face, tied neatly at the back of his head and left to flow loose down his back, his golden hair contrasting perfectly with his royal red cape.

'Loki! What have you done to your cell?' the god chuckled and threw his arms open towards the cell. Loki was confused, the man who would not acknowledge him just three days ago, was now smiling and joking with him. Loki turned his body to the side slightly and took a side step towards the barrier, towards Thor. He kept his eyes fixed on Thor's face, the smile did not leave his estranged brother's face. Loki was cautiously curious, a slight grin played on the corner of his mouth as he was reminded of the times when they were young, they would have stand offs just like this, however without severe consequences..

'Why have you come to me, Thor?' Loki asked masking his vulnerability with cocky confidence.

'I have come with news on your previous request, Brother!' Thor's voiced boomed and echoed around the cold dungeon.

'My previous request was not of your concern.' Loki retorted without a seconds pause. Thor laughed and shrugged his big shoulders.

'Well, Brother, if you do not want my news and shall leave you be...' Thor smiled, knowing this would provoke a reaction in his sibling.

'Thor will you stop this nonsense and tell me!' Loki snapped at Thor, making Thor burst with laughter, he held his stomach while he continued his chuckling.

'Ok, Ok Loki. I have spoken to our mother. She has found a suitable companion. A volunteer from the palace's current staff.. I think you will get along well with her, brother.' Thor smiled at Loki, almost as if to reassure him. Loki raised his hand and pointed a slender finger upwards and slowly waved it back and fourth.

'Ah.. No.' Loki shook his head trying to stifle a smug laugh. 'Her? You think I will get along well with her? This will not do. I refuse. I want a man that can compete with me intellectually! A woman will not do.' Loki, turned his back on Thor and held his head high. Thor still had a stupid smile on his face that infuriated Loki.

'Well brother, it seems you will continue without company. Such a pity, the girl was going to begin in your employment as soon as tomorrow noon. However, I shall tell her, that her services are not required.' Thor smirked and slowly turned away, waiting for the moment his brother would surely change his mind.

'Fine! Fine I will accept her company. For now.' Loki snapped, not turning back towards his adopted brother.

'I shall send her along promptly, Loki' Thor smiled and left the dungeon through the main staircase. Loki sighed and waved his hand smoothly through the air, dropping the illusion that masked his cells ruined state, revealing his own dishevelled appearance at the same time. His hair was tangled and messy. His face was sunken and sadness riddled his eyes. He slowly dropped to the flow and placed his head in his hands.

Loki must have drifted into a slumber as he jumped when a soft voice rang in his ears.

'Hello.. your highness?' The voice was questioning his title. Loki felt the seeds of rage take root in his chest once more. He quickly placed and illusion over himself, making himself presentable for company. He stood and turned quickly to stare at the individual who had offended him.

His eyes were met by a petite young girl, she stood barely 5ft2, she had pale hair, snow white skin and piercing blue eyes. Loki was taken aback, he found himself fumbling for words. He couldn't form a coherent sentence and simply replied to her question with a slow nod. The girl tried to hide her laugh, not out of decency, but respect.. after all, he was royalty, wasn't he?

The small girl cleared her throat quietly and knelt unsure in front of Loki. His eyes widened, he was still speechless, he simply bowed his head slightly to acknowledge the girl.

'My name is Geira, I'm here as a request from the queen, as company for you.' She spoke softly, Loki could not keep his eyes off her lips and how they delicately wrapped themselves around each word she said. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and his brow furrowed with concentration.

'Yes, company..' he stuttered, 'I am Loki.' The girl looked at him slightly puzzled. The man that was so highly praised for his silver tongue and intelligence, certain didn't seem to match previous accounts of himself.

Loki started to pace the cell, he chewed on the inside of his lip and tried to control his emotions.

'Gina,' he began, quickly he was interrupted.

'Geira.' The little lady said confidently. 'My name is Geira.' Loki was astounded. Never would a girl correct him before now. It made his temper flare slightly and his green eyes were set alight. Geira noticed this and it pulled the corners of her mouth up into a slight smile.

'I shall continue, if you do not mind Geira.' Loki stated, Geira nodded, which infuriated Loki even more. 'I do not need your permission!' Loki raised his voice, it sounded hoarse and rough, even to himself.

'If you do not require my permission, then do not ask for it, Loki.' Geira stated without a second thought.

'You will learn your place, Geira.' Loki growled at her, Geira looked at him and raised her eyebrow.

'I am here voluntarily. I can leave just as quick as I arrived.' Loki was baffled. He stared at the young girl and watched her as she began to wander around his cell, picking up his belongings, studying pages that had fallen from his books. Loki was going to have his hands full. That was clear to see.