AN/ So! We find out a little more of Geira's background here! It gets a lot more indepth, but let's not throw too many spanners into our delicate Loki's life just yet!
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Geira spent her days with Loki's cold and abrupt company. She was getting tired of his selfish and insensitive ways. Only a few days had passed when he first realised she could not understand the books she stared at.
'You don't even know what that says, do you?' He laughed as he spoke, poking fun at her weakness.
'No. I don't Loki. Is that amusing to you?' She snapped back at him. Loki had since got used to her speaking back at him. He had decided instead of letting it plant rage within him, he would simply mock her further.
'Well..', he grinned smugly, like a cat that had well and truly got the cream. 'I find it amusing that you, of all people, would volunteer to be my company, knowing just how inferior you are, to not only my mind and power, but even my education.' Loki let out a chuckle and snatched the book out of her hands, he strolled across the room, obviously pleased with himself. Geira could feel herself becoming undone, he emotions brewing to the surface as she frantically tried to bury them once again. She had enough, she stood up and walked straight up to Loki, staring up at him. Something she instantly regretting when she noticed just how tall her was. Loki glared down at her and grimaced.
'What do you think you are doing, girl?' Loki snarled.
'I am not going to stand for this anymore Loki Laufeyson!' Geira raised her voice slightly for the first time in Loki's presence. Loki simply grinned and raised his eyebrow, looking down at the tiny girl.
'Is that true, miss? You simply will not stand for this? What is this? The company of a superior? Or you will not stand for your blatant lack of education and class?' Loki's words cut through Geria like a knife, she could not stop it any longer, tears filled her ice blue eyes, he brows furrowed and she quickly moved away from the prince, cursing him in her mind.
Loki was shocked at this. Why was the girl upset? Had he said something untrue? He passed the questions through his mind, each time disregarding them as nonsense.
'Geira, please help me to understand why exactly you are upset?' Loki's voice was cocky and inconsiderate even now.
'You are vile, Loki Lauyfeyson! You are not a gentleman, you are not polite, and you do not do your poor mother justice by acting in this manner!' Geira spat each word at him, pronouncing each word perfectly. Loki found himself slightly distracted by her sincerity. He was shocked and the mention of his mother had set him aback.
'Do not speak of her, child. You do not know her, nor do you know me.' The prince mused.
'But that, that is where you are exactly wrong.' Geira retorted, leaving Loki with a look of confusion across his usually sure features.
'Meaning, exactly what?' He questioned. Geira could see she sparked curiosity and she wanted nothing more than to leave him in that state until it bewildered him, but her mouth made a fraud of her.
'I know you from a young age, Loki. My mother worked for the Queen as her personal maid. We were playmates once upon a time. Or don't you remember? Do you lock out the memories that involve 'peasants'?' Geira snidely remarked. Loki's face dropped. He stared at Geira, trying to keep a stern look, however his mind was otherwise engaged, he searched his memories, his childhood times, playing in the gardens, and the girl. Loki's eyes decieved him and Geira knew he had found the memory she needed.
'You are that girl.. the girl with the white hair.' Loki said, in a manner that made him seem like the uneducated fool.
'I believe the correct term, is blond, Loki.' Geira said, in a very patronizing tone.
'Do not jest with me, Geira.' Loki said, in an incredibly serious tone. 'You are the girl that wasn't afraid.. You would approach myself and my brot..' Loki corrected himself before the word passed his lips, 'Thor. You were not afraid of Thor or myself. You craved Thor's attention like everyone else.' Geira could hear the conceit in Loki's voice when he mentioned his brother's name.
'Oh, Loki. You simple minded creature.' Geira simply laughed and walked up to the barrier keeping her in this cell. She waved to one of the guards politely, asking them to approach her.
'Dear Sir, could you please let me return home? It is growing late, and thankfully, I do not have to stay the night with this insolent man.' He words stung Loki as his mind was captured by childhood memories, he has long since locked away. The guard opened the barrier just enough for Geira to exit. She turned and looked at Loki one last time, he held his hand out slightly and she waited for his next snide comment.
'Geira..' he said quietly, 'You will return, won't you?' Geira was taken by surprise at the innocence and fear in his voice.
'I will consider it, if you consider the things I have said tonight.' And with that comment, she turned and ascended up the stairs. Loki was left to his own thoughts once again.
As Geira made her way through the grand corridors of the palace, she was distracted by her own recollections of those days when they were young. She casually and carelessly strolled around a corner, walking straight into an immovable object. The rock solid surface of Thor's chest. She stumbled back, to be caught by his strong arms. Thor flashed her a dazzlingly handsome smile and chuckled.
'Careful now little one, you can't just be running into someone like me, you may get hurt, but not by my hand, by your own.' Thor smiled and laughed his way through the sentence. Geira smiled up at him and tried to steady herself.
'Thor.. I mean, Your Highness, I apologise!' She laughed slightly as she spoke.
'Geira! No need for titles here. You are always a friend, and that means, you must call me.. 'Your most handsome and brave amazing.. Highness'..' Thor burst out laughing at his own statement. His laugh echoed in the great hall, causing him to seem even more huge in comparison to Geira.
'Oh yes, Thor, that sounds excellent.' Geira said through her own laughter.
'Now, Now, enough of my fumbling antics, eh?, How's that brother of mine doing?! Pray tell me, does he recognise you? He must!' Thor said enthusiastically.
'About that,' Geira said rolling her eyes, 'Your little plan to 'unlock Loki', is not working, dear friend. He much prefers to insult me and make a mockery of me.' Thor could hear the hint of anger and sadness in her voice.
'Geira, my lady, please forgive me, I did not plan this for you to be hurt..' Thor's eyes showed his emotions all too well, his sincerity and goodness shone through for all to see. Another trait that separated the brother. Geira smiled at the bear like man and nodded slightly.
'I know, Thor. I shall persist a little more. For your sake if anyone's.' Geira curtsied once in front of her royal friend. 'I must go, friend. It is getting late and I am so looking forward to returning home.'
'Yes, Yes of course Geira.' Thor smiled and bowed his head to her graciously, moving aside for the petite girl to pass. Geira skipped past Thor and returned to her journey home.
Loki was pacing his cell frantically, replaying lost memories in his mind over and over. He could remember the girl, almost as though it was a dream. He remember his undoubted happiness and his plans for the future, how he would confide in his young friend when Thor was busy with Odin. How they would sit in secret places. How she would listen to him for hours. How she would encourage him to be brave and to be what he wanted to be. Back then he only wanted to be Thor's equal. He did not crave the throne, he did not crave power. Simply to be treated just like his brother..
Loki leant back against the cell wall and let his head fall back against the cold wall. He slowly slid down to the ground, resting his elbows on his knees. He closed his eyes and let the memories flood back into his lonely mind.