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A few weeks had passed when eventually, Loki would be roaming the grand palace alone. His angelic companion had been called away for the day to deal with some urgent family matters. She had told him not to worry, and that she would fill him in with all the details upon her return, but the cogs in the Princes' head were slowly creaking to life, cranking out bizarre and tragic situations. Running his slender fingers through his hair, he sighed, staring at the cold stone floor of his cell. Every time he had been allowed out of his cell, she had been there right beside him, sometimes she would just give his hand the smallest squeeze in reassurance, yet other times she could tease him, playfully encouraging him to take that nerve wracking step.
Hours passed by as he lay on his small bed in silence, even the loud clatter of new prisoners could not distract his turbulent thoughts. Loki was sure anytime now, Halvdan or Kalle would approach his cell, and in their usual amicable tone, kindly request that he take his palace time. After only a few more minutes the Prince could hear the familiar chattering of his two personal guards before Halvdan gingerly cleared his throat.
"Ahem," he coughed, "Your highness, it is time for your supervised free time" Halvdan spoke with an air of uncertainty as his charge lay motionless, still staring at the ceiling, seemingly oblivious to the guards presence.
"Prince Loki?" Kalle added, looking at his partner before shrugging his shoulders. "It's time to go now." he added, hoping for even a slight response.
The raven haired man continued staring while Halvdan and Kalle muttered to themselves. Loki slowly sat up, turning his head to the side, now his gaze was fixed on the two guards. Usually all three men had become comfortable around one another, they would make small talk while wandering down a long hallway, or joke as Geira lead Loki back to his cell, but today, all three men could feel the charged, tense atmosphere. Squinting his eyes at them, a wicked smile creeped across the princes features.
"Supervised. Free time." Loki jeered, "How, you idiot, could supervised time, by definition, be free?" he mocked Halvdan, adding a patronising chuckle.
"Yes, yes of course your highness." The young guard looked utterly embarrassed as his prisoner casually wandered around his cell, tossing books and items of clothing out of his way as he walked.
This continued, along with an ever growing tension that threatened to chip away at god of mischief's cool exterior. He was on edge when his love was not near, his senses heightened as he yearned for her return. He quickly spun around on his heels, again facing the two rather bewildered guards.
"Shall we?" he enquired dryly.
"Of course, Sir!" Kalle stammered, poorly covering the nerves that laced his tone. The elegant young prince nodded and briskly left the cell through a small opening created by Halvdan.
The three men strode quickly through long ornate hallways, until finally, like a rainstorm in the desert, glorious rays of golden sun came streaming through large intricately designed windows. The continued in this marvellous golden glow, through two sets of carved doors, and out into the beautiful garden courtyard. Loki's two companions had become more at ease as the prince seemed to aimlessly meander along pebbled pathways, but it was at that moment, when the trickster had decided, he was going to escape.
Loki hadn't decided where he was going to go, all he knew, was that this may be his only opportunity. As he began to trawl through his large mental catalogue of tricks, he imagined Geira, her eyes troubled and disappointed, what she would say when he was eventually found out, it pained him to consider. An internal battle of wills arose within the elegant man, his wild side taunted him, made a mockery of his current situation, while the Loki that Geira was so desperately trying to revive thrashed in a sea of doubt, slowly losing energy and fading away. His anxious body was tingling with excitement and desire for freedom, his mind was racing, all he could fathom, was that he and Geira would both leave Asgard, they would run far before deciding on a special home. They would live there, far from prying eyes and prison guards, his brain screamed at him like a caged animal as he planned his final victory over the house of Odin.
Geira had been run off her feet all day. Her older brother, Malik, and his new wife were expecting a baby, and heaven forbid not everyone could wait on darling Arwen every moment of every day until the child finally popped out she thought to herself. Loki was never far from her thoughts and every time she let her mind wander, her vision was consumed by mental pictures of her beloved. She wondered what the prince might be doing as she began to re-wash clothing for her brother's high maintenance wife, that were apparently just not perfect enough the first time the young woman had slaved on them.
Her mind was still transfixed on her dear Loki, however panic crossed her features as she remembered how lonely her prince could become, and how viciously his own mind would attack him. She shuddered at the thought of anything happening to her oldest friend. The young woman chewed on her lip as she stared at the soapy water, trying to convince herself that she had contented the anxious prince enough, that for just one day, he could be ok.