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Loki paced his cell that morning. Staring at the staircase, a grimaced was spread over his face and he was becoming impatient waiting for Geira to show up for her days work. He had been thinking all night of his past, stirring these thoughts had made him angry. He recalled every memory in the same way. Thor was praised while Loki, the son of Laufey, was shunned and looked down upon. Loki's temper began to snap. He flung books across the room one at a time, slinging them into the barrier of his cell, watching the golden ripples as the books made contact. His frustration was increased by his lack of ability to make any damage to the cell. He grind his teeth together and held his arms above his head, leaning on the cold wall on his fists.

Geira was running late this morning, and she did not care. Her mind had been in overdrive last night. She tossed and turned thinking of the boy she once knew. An understanding, quiet and polite individual, who accepted her friendship, even though they were worlds about in their upbringing. Geira had always liked Thor very much, he was a sweet boy and grew up to be a caring and understanding young man, however, as a child, she favoured Loki's company. They would hide away for hours, talking about magical things. Loki would read to her, tell her the stories of Asgard from times gone by. She was always mesmerised by Loki's green green eyes, the way he held himself and the musical way words seemed to flow from his lips. He had always been softly spoken, a voice of reason in a panicked situation. It was all different now, he caused the mayhem, he spoke harshly and cut down whomever was in his path. The thought of what he must have gone through pained Geira, but did not excuse his actions.

Geira hastened her step and passed down the stairs into the dungeon, she was met by Loki standing in his cell, his back to her. His body was clearly tensed and he was not dressed as well as he usually was. He wore his under-shirt untucked and a pair brown breaches. His shirt was ripped slightly, his hair, usually very well kept, was aray and messy. His boots were on but not fastened correctly and seemed to hand around his lower leg. Geira cleared her throat, as to announce that she had arrived.

'Loki..? Good morning.' She said politely to try and attract his attention.

'It is a very good morning for you, perhaps. Did you spend more time with my brother? Is that why you neglect your duties?!' Loki's voice continued to raise and become harsher as he spoke. Geira could see his shoulders rise and fall as he took short but deep breaths.

'Loki, whatever are you speaking of? I had personal errands to take care of. I do still have a life outside of this cell!' As soon as the words left her lips, Geira immediately regretted what she had said, her hands flew to her mouth, covering it, as if she could somehow shove them back in and make them unheard. She watched Loki intently as he slowly turned his head to look at her, he glared at her with hatred burning in his eyes.

'What did you just say?' he spoke quietly, too quietly. Suddenly he made Geira jump by repeating his question, this time he was shouting at her. 'What did you just say to me?!' He moved forward to the barrier and stared at the girl who was now visibly scared.

'Loki.. I.. I didn't mean it like that!' she pleaded with the young prince, but he would not have it, He would not listen to her.

'You despicable, insatiable, stupid little girl. How dare you talk to your prince that way. I relieve you of your duties. I no longer want to be burdened by your insufferable presence!' Loki snapped at her.

'Loki, no.. Please don't be like this. I'm here to help you!' Geira spoke with so much emotion, she could feel it overwhelming her, making her tear up.

'I do not need the help, of someone in your situation in life! You asked me to consider what you had said to me last night. Well I have most certainly considered it. What can you possible offer me? You have nothing of worth. You're intellect is below mine own, you're skills are meagre as you obviously do not aim to better yourself. You're looks are tolerable, I suppose, but that will not be enough for me to desire your company.' Loki's words cut through Geira, she could feel tears falling from her eyes and she avoided looking at the prince at all costs.

'I can offer you friendship, Loki. Which is more than any one else is willing to offer you!' Geira finally had gained the courage to reply. Her voice had come out shaking and quivering, but she was certain she hit a delicate topic as Loki closed his eyes and drew in a long deep breath, he took a moment to compose himself before speaking once more.

'Geira, your friendship means nothing to me. I have gone long enough with my own thoughts for company..'

'Yes, Loki, because that has worked out so well for you! Tell me, what do you have? Power? Love? Happiness? Companionship? No Loki, You have nothing. You let your polluted thoughts take over the gentle and kind spirited boy you once were. Now you are nothing but a fake and a monster!' Geira said, cutting his sentence short, Loki was furious, however she did not back down. 'You are the monster that parents tell their children about at night! You are a vile fiend! You think you're the only god in all of the nine realms, but you are wrong! There will always be someone who will defeat you!' Geira spat the words at Loki, emphasizing every word she knew would be like a knife turning in his side.

Loki seemed to be in physical pain, his face was contorted and his eyes darted around the cell, never looking at Geira. He rubbed at the back of his left hand, staring at it, his eyes widening, remembering the moment on Jotunheim when he first discovered his monstrous beginnings.

'Very well, my lady.' Loki said quietly, 'Please, take your leave and do not return to me, I would not wish you back again.' Loki turned and went to the edge of his bed, where he sat staring at the floor between is feet. Geira stood in shock, she glanced at Loki, and to the stairs that lead to freedom, and back to Loki. She sighed slightly and gently traced her fingertips over the invisible barrier, making golden ripples appear.

'Goodbye Loki, I wish I could have unlocked you.' She said quietly, before turning around and walking away from the prince, her old friend, whom she would never see again.

Loki was devastated, she had pointed out how alone, how lost and how awful he had become. Loki stood up and walked to the barrier, with one swift movement he threw all the magical force he had at the barrier. It did not break, it did not bend, it simply threw the magic back, knocking Loki off his feet onto the cold floor. The power wave had thrown his furniture all around, everything was damaged. Loki's clothes were even more tattered, he had blood flowing from a gash on his cheek where debris had hit him. His books were ripped and pages lay scattered. Loki closed his tired eyes and leant his head back against the wall. His emotions got the better of him and he screamed as loud as he could, it was a heart wrenching sound that tore through the prison. Loki covered his face with his bloody hands. He felt so alone, so lost and so tired.

Several days past, Loki did not move. He did not eat, her rarely slept. He had been lonely before, but he missed her. He missed her quick come backs, he missed her challenging him and he missed the way she seemingly glided around his small cell. He was truly alone. His mother had not visited, Thor had not escorted new prisoners to cells, no one spoke to him. He slowly lifted his heavy head, his eyes had dark circles around them, his face seemed sunken and his eyes had lost all their shine. He slowly shifted himself slightly so he could sit more upright. His body ached from sitting in the same position for so long. He rubbed his hand over his face and groaned. He did not stand, but motioned for a guards attention. One of the younger and more polite guards saw this and approached his cell, he carefully studied Loki, he could see he was distressed.

'Sir, how can I assist you?' The young guard said, a hint of fear in his voice.

'I.. I need to speak with my brother..' Loki spoke quietly, his voice hoarse and sore.

'Sir.. I'm unsure I can fulfil that request..' the guard spoke with an apologetic tone. The hint of kindness touched Loki's heart.

'Please.. can you just pass him the message. Tell him.. Tell him his brother needs to speak with him.'

The young guard nodded and took off quickly up the stairs. He was gone for some time, but when he returned, he did not as much as glance at Loki.

Loki had lost faith in company that day, he returned to his previous position on the floor against the wall, and just as he had decided to fall back into his own mind, he heard a lot of noise coming from the top of the stairs. He heard loud footsteps, he knew it had to be Thor. Quickly Loki created an illusion over the whole cell. Sure enough, Thor appeared at the bottom of the stairs. He looked at what he thought was Loki, standing well presented at the front of his cell, his hands clasped behind his back, a confident and slightly smug look on his face. Thor looked carefully around the cell and raised his head slightly, questioning the appearance. He shook the thoughts out of his head slightly and proceeded to approach the barrier.

'You have requested me, Brother.' Thor smiled at Loki with warmth.

'Yes, I have, Thor.' Loki retorted.

'Well, what can I do you for? Am I to expect just a small conversation.' Thor laughed and shook his head, 'Not even I am that naïve, Loki.' Loki was trying with all his concentration to keep the illusion strong, but he was so weak, the illusion flickered slightly, shifting a book from it's previous position, and back again. This caught Thor's eye and he began to stare at Loki. His brows furrowed and he spoke quietly.

'No more illusions, Loki.' He stated calmly but with determination. For a second Loki made his illusion of himself smirk at Thor, but it was too much, he was too weak. He slowly let the illusion fade and Thor saw his brother for what he truly was in that moment.

'Loki.. what has happened to you?!' Thor asked with genuine concern. Loki raised his head slightly, he was defeated, he could no longer bare it.

'I must have her back, brother.' He said quietly, hurt riddling his already hoarse voice. Thor smiled slightly, confusing Loki. Did he mean to make a mockery of him in his current state?

'Geira, I assume.' Thor smiled with affection for their mutual friend. 'You miss her 'insufferable' company?' At this moment, Loki knew Thor had spoken to her about their past encounter. Loki was ashamed of his words. His eye glistened slightly with tears forming.

'I was a monster to the girl.. I must at least speak with her. Please.. Please find her.' Loki begged.

'I shall not have to look far, she has started a position in the Palace gardens. I do not know, however, if she shall agree to be in your presence, brother. She has been humiliated..' Thor trailed off, not wanting to upset Loki further. 'I will try.' Thor nodded and gave Loki a reassuring smile. He turned and began to walk towards the staircase, to Loki's past life of luxury.

'Thor..' Loki called, 'Thank you, brother..' He nodded back at Thor as a sign of appreciation. Thor smiled and held one hand in the air giving a salute motion, and then he was gone.

Loki closed his eyes and lay his head back. He attempted to relax his mind but it was flooded with his mistakes and regrets. He could not banish the demons from his mind. He was tortured and he did not think it would come to an end.