Chapter 5

Something wasn't right, Rebecca thought. The dream or nightmare that she constantly kept having every time she fell asleep scared her. But this time, something felt wrong, very wrong. It was as if this time she was watching it from someone else's eyes. She could see herself, standing on the barren black landscape, her dress blowing in the wind, her skin pale. Rebecca watched as she saw herself descend, almost at a run, down the sheer mountainous face, the rocks slipping out from underneath her. Rebecca could just make out some figures fighting below, a flash of something red flying past, chasing after some retreating figures. Rebecca watched in horror as she saw one of the figures fighting, slashing and jabbing at the shadowy creatures. Then she watched herself get closer to them, behind them. The figure, the man, didn't notice the one shadow creature that had snuck up behind, who now had their weapon raised, ready to strike. Rebecca was about to scream their name, but her actual form beat her to it. She looked to see herself throwing a rock at the shadow creature, and hitting them straight in the head, knocking them down. The man turned around surprised, a grin about to form on his lips, but it soon turned to a look of horror. The ring was rolling, falling down, away from her, and the shadow creatures were advancing around her. Rebecca watched herself being dragged up from the floor, the shadows surrounding her, before sinking their dagger into her. A terrified scream escaped her lips as she watched her now limp body fall to the floor, the creatures now walking away as the man charged at them, screaming her name, throwing his weapons at them. "No", she cried, as her sight started to fade as the sky darkened. She screamed as her vision blurred and faded, the last sight seeing her bloodied corpse in the hands of the man, a green light surrounding him as he cried her name to the heavens.

"No!", Rebecca cried as she jolted awake, her eyes flying open. She breathed a sigh of relief, glad that what she had just seen was only a dream, before she rested her head back down on the bed as it gently rose up and down softly. Rebecca paused, a little confused; since when did the bed move? She sat up and looked at where she was lying and had to stop herself from screaming. She was in the bed, where Loki had put here to sleep, but she wasn’t lying on her side anymore. Now, she was lying on top of Loki’s chest, her head resting on his chest, with one of her hands curled around the side of his head. She looked down at him, his eyes closed, his chest gently rising and falling, oblivious to Rebecca being awake. How on earth did this happen, Rebecca thought to herself, looking down at Loki, noticing his arms were placed at his sides, almost as if he was dead, his brow slightly frowned. She bit her lip, uncertain about what to think. Had she herself rolled over in her sleep so she ended up sleeping on top of him accidentally, or had Loki done it without her knowing? She watched him, barely hearing him breathe, fighting her emotions inside. She didn’t want to be here; he’d betrayed her, lied to her, tricked her, even hurt her. Why on earth would she want to sleep on top of him? Admittedly, he was still dressed in his green prison clothes, but she still felt herself flushing bright red in her cheeks being this close to him. Regardless of her inner thoughts, she quickly sat bolt upright, and promptly slapped him across the face.

“Ouch!”, Loki yelled, his eyes immediately flashing wide in anger and surprise at being rudely awoken, jolting bolt upright. “What was that for?”, he snarled, rubbing his cheek as it turned a soft pink, standing out against his pale skin. “You made me sleep on top of you Loki”, Rebecca snapped annoyed, crossing her arms glaring at him. Loki frowned, a little confused, before he grinned, chuckling to himself. “Ah, yes”, he smirked, slicking back his black hair, smiling. “Well?”, Rebecca said impatiently, feeling the anger start to rise inside her. He sighed, perching himself on the corner of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. “I did nothing. You roll on top of me as you were sleeping”, he said simply. “You’re lying”, she said, grabbing the white pillow closest to her and throwing it at him. Loki didn’t even bother to react, letting it hit him on his arm, letting out a soft chuckle. “You think I am lying to you?”, he asked, getting up off the bed, slowly making his way over to the nearby table, picking up a apple out of the bowl, taking a bite from it. “Yes, I do. You always lie”, Rebecca said watching him, pulling the black fur throw around her, curling her legs underneath her as she sat on the bed. “No Rebecca, I am not lying to you now. You were having some kind of troubled dream in your sleep, and as you slept, you rolled over on top of me. I vowed to keep my promise and not touch you, so I let you sleep”. Rebecca didn’t quite know what to say, or think, whether to believe him or not. “Look”, he said, sighing, holding his hand up in defeat. “If it makes it any more comfortable for you, I will not sleep there. You can have the bed all to yourself in future”, Loki said gently, and Rebecca bit her lip, before nodding in agreement.

“Besides, you must be hungry”, he said, picking up an apple out of the bowl and tossing it to her, before walking to the chair and sitting down, taking another bite out of his apple. She caught the vivid green apple and immediately bit into it, suddenly feeling hungrier than ever, not actually realising it had been so long since she’d last eaten. Its sweet taste was almost like heaven and she soon finished eating it all, before leaning over and picking up some dark red grapes and eating a few of them, all with Loki watching. His eyes lingered on her lips, almost as dark red as the grapes themselves, as she ate every mouthful, her eyes practically glowing with hunger against her pale skin. He frowned looking at her, noticing that over the past few days her appearance had changed slightly from how he first remembered seeing her. Their first encounter, what seemed like years ago now, was in the dark alleyway back in Midgard, saving her from SHEILD agents after she had taken his lost ring, the one she now wore. Her brown hair untamed and blowing in the wind, her eyes wide and terrified, her short green dress and trainers making her appear so small compared to him as he towered over her. How like a young innocent girl she was back then, before I destroyed her, manipulated her, developed feeling for her, he thought. Loki dropped his gaze, unable to believe that now, merely feet away from him, sat that same girl, but who now was a young, beautiful woman.

“What was happening in your sleep Rebecca? You have had troubled sleep like that now every night you have been here I’ve noticed”, Loki said after a while of thinking, trying to take his mind off his thoughts, looking back up at her. She swallowed the last grape and looked at Loki, unsure as to what to say next. Should she tell him of all the dreams she has had, or will something bad happen if she does, she thought. Loki could see her conflicting emotions passing through her mind, unsure of what to do or say. “I-I have-”, she began hesitantly before stopping herself, biting her lip. She looked deep into Loki’s eyes as they pierced into hers, her mind instantly becoming clear, her heart set. “I keep having nightmares, well more like an unusual dream”, Rebecca said finally after taking a deep breath. Loki leant back in his seat, tossing his half eaten apple aside, it vanishing into thin air in a flash of green light before it even hit the floor. “Tell me”, he said curiously, intrigued by her story, obviously sensing something more to it than he first thought.

She took a deep breath; this was going to take a lot of effort to tell, and all of her cunning to try and not let Loki on to the part that worried her the most. “Well, ever since you left me back on Earth, I’ve been having these strange dreams. They are always the same, they never change. It’s always in the same place, and the same thing happens every time. But they have been getting stronger”. As she carefully chose her words, she watched Loki’s curiosity grow, grasping onto her every word, breaking it down. “These dreams scare you, don’t they? They are something that you haven’t seen before, like a vision?”, he asked gently, his tongue tracing his cheek as he sat in thought. Rebecca nodded, knowing that Loki was already adding it together in his mind. “Tell me, in these visions, or dreams, what do you see?”. The question came as no surprise to her; she knew he couldn’t read her mind, and she was very grateful of that. “Well, I see myself. I don’t know where I am, in this place where the dream always happens. There’s darkness everywhere, and the smell of burning. And these things, these shadows, creatures, are always there too”. She watched as Loki hung onto her every word, frowning in thought. “Loki, these dreams I have, they aren’t real are they? They can’t come true can they?”, she asked him seriously, shuffling uncomfortably where she sat. He looked at her sternly, his brow frowned. “Why? What happens in it that makes you so scared of what might be to come, should it be true or not?”, he asked, leaning forward in his seat, resting his hands on his knees. “I watch myself die”, Rebecca spat out quickly, not wanting to say anything more. Although she had told Loki part of the truth, she didn’t dare want to tell him anymore, about seeing him in her dreams too. “They are dreams, nothing more. Do not worry yourself over them”, Loki chuckled, trying to ease her mind and calm her, but she wasn’t convinced by his tone of voice and neither was he.

“I- I need some space to think”, Rebecca said finally after failing to outstare Loki, his green eyes piercing hers, turning her head away. “Well you have little chance of that I’m afraid, or have you forgotten that you’re trapped in here with me for eternity?”, Loki chuckled, leaning back in the chair, his long fingers pressed to his lips in thought. “You know what I mean Loki”, she muttered sighing, looking down at her hands, her fingers running across the ring on her finger and her bracelets. She shrugged off the throw around her shoulders and unsteadily got to her feet, climbing off the bed, looking around the cell. “Isn’t there a bathroom or something in here?”, Rebecca asked, looking along the solid white walls trying to see if there was a hidden door. Loki smirked, before flicking his wrist, and a section of the wall opened up towards her in the far corner. “Through there. Asgardians may be strict, but they like to make sure that their prisoners suffer in some comfort”, he said sarcastically observing her shocked expression. “And you were going to show me this when?”, she replied peaking her head into the new small room. Loki didn’t bother to reply back, just shrugged his shoulders and waved a hand at her, not caring that much as he closed his eyes and rested his head back. Rebecca looked inside the small room, which was quite small and had solid black walls. On one side of the small room was a small little door, leading to what she believe to be a toilet, with a small set of shelves next to it with a few black towers on. Looking up, she noticed a vented hole in the ceiling which had a small drip of water coming down from it; a shower she thought, or a very strange water feature.

“Loki?”, she asked, popping her head around from the door back into the cell to see him slumped back in his chair. “What?”, he muttered, sounding tired, not even bothering to open his eyes to look at her. “I-erm, well, I don’t have any other clothes, to change into I mean”, she said a little uncertainly, her fingers fiddling with the cuff of her dress, noticing a little dirt on it. “And?”, Loki said, exhaling loudly, almost sounding annoyed. “Well, I was going to take a shower and change into something a little less, erm, fancy”. His eyes immedailtly shot open and looked at her as he sat up, almost tilting his head sideways at her a little confused. “But I thought you liked that dress? I see nothing wrong with it, you look lovely in it”. Rebecca put her hands on her hips sighing; how could he not get it? “No Loki, I mean that it’s dirty. It’s been what, about two, nearly three days now that I’ve been wearing this. I need to change”. His eyes almost lit up as he grinned at her suggestion. “Ah, I see. Well don’t worry, I will have something waiting for you to wear once you have finished tidying yourself up”, he grinned, getting up from his seat and walking over towards her, holding out his hand. “What are you doing?”, Rebecca asked, looking at his outstretched hand as he stopped walking in front of her. “I can’t guess your measurements now can I? I need your old clothes to work off”, he chuckled grinning, his eyes trailing down her body, taking in every details, making her feel slightly uncomfortable. “What, right now?”, she said startled, biting her lip and immediately crossing her arms across her body, trying to calm herself. Loki shook his head, and offered a reassuring smile, before Rebecca turned around and quickly closed the door to the room.

Oh god, what have I done, she thought, resting her head back against the door, taking a deep breath. She had to get out of being there in that moment with Loki; something dark in his eye made her feel very afraid, like he was trying to hide his hunger, as if she were a deer that his wolf would ravish and maul should she have let him. She sighed and opened her eyes, looking around the small room; well, at least it made a change to the horrible stark whiteness of the cell. She walked over towards the small set of shelves and began to undress herself. Firstly, she slipped off the overskirt of her dress, pulling it over her head with some difficulty, before folding it up as best she could before putting in on a shelve. Next, she reached around her back, and just about managed to undo the golden ribbon woven up the back, holding the dress tighter around her form. The top of her dress then pulled off with ease, now leaving her stood in the cream coloured underskirt and the corset top. She took of the blood stoned necklace she forgot she had on, carefully placing it down on a shelf. She was just about the take off the underskirt when she froze in what she was doing and cursed aloud. Her mother had secured it to her corset, so she had to remove that first before she could take it off. Stretching her arms behind her as far as they could go, Rebecca fiddled with the tightly laced corset top. After spending about 20 minutes of stretching and reaching in any way possible, she let out a cry of frustration. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reach it to get it undone. She sighed deeply, looking at the black closed door, immediately hating herself for what she had to do next.

Grabbing one of the large black towels off the shelf, she wrapped it around her shoulders, covering her chest before walking over to the door. “Loki”, she said very quietly as she slowly opened the door, making sure to hide the rest of herself behind the door as she poked her head out. Loki looked up from the floor where he stood, still standing where he’d been before Rebecca had turned her back on him. “I might need some help?”, she said slowly, pulling the towel tighter around, already feeling exposed as she hid behind the door. “Oh?”, he said curiously, raising an eyebrow as he placed his hands behind his back, standing up taller. Rebecca sighed, before stepping out from behind the door, now standing in front of him, the towel tightly pulled around her, revealing her in the underskirt, her hair messed and limp at her shoulders, her dirty toes wriggling out from underneath. “Oh”, Loki said not quite grinning as he looked at her, almost smirking at her. “Don’t laugh”, she said sharply noticing the corners of his lips starting to form a smirk. “I’m not laughing”, he said seriously, dropping his voice, the smile vanishing from his face as he looked sincerely at her. She glared at him, biting her lip, uncertain whether to trust him or believe him. Slowly, she turned around so her back was to him, before she took a deep breath, and let go of the towel, letting it slide off her shoulders, falling to the floor. “Don’t say anything, just undo it for me. Please”, she said quickly, not giving Loki an opportunity to say anything, not even wanting to turn around to look at him; she just wanted him to do it as quickly as possible so she could get out of there. 

True to her request, Loki didn’t say anything, not a single word. Keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the black interior of the other room in front of her; she tried to calm her now racing heart. She was nearly practically naked in front of him, and she had never felt so vulnerable in all of her life. What was stopping him from just ripping the clothes right off her now where she stood, her too helpless to do anything to stop him? She felt him take a step closer to her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end at feeling his cold breath blowing down her back, making her feel even more terrified. The silence killed her as she heard his calm breathing come from behind her, almost right next to her ear. Please, just do it quickly, please, she thought inside her head, feeling her body starting to shake; the anticipation was torture. She almost screamed out loud when she felt the gentle tug from behind as Loki started to untie the back of her corset. Instinctively, her hands immediately shot up from her sides to her stomach, pushing into her, thinking that would somehow do something as Loki continued to fiddle with the back of the corset. Rebecca bit her lip and cursed herself for acting so stupid; he was doing exactly as she’d asked, stop panicking she told herself. She exhaled and dropped one of her arms down, back to her side as she began to feel the corset becoming looser around her, keeping the other across her chest to stop it falling down. After a few more tugs the back came undone, revealing her exposed back. She froze, her breath caught in her throat as she felt one of Loki’s cold, slender fingers resting on her back, sending a shiver up her spine. Rebecca tried to control herself as she felt the rest of his hand press against her bare flesh, gently stroking her back, causing her heart to race. His fingers began to travel, moving up her spine, moving higher until it reached the back of her neck. She gulped as he brushed her hair off her shoulder gently, letting it fall down her back as he drew himself closer to her. “There”, he said softly, his velvety voice low, his hand resting on her shoulder, his fingers slowly stroking her skin stretching up to her neck. “Thank you”, Rebecca managed to stutter, looking over her shoulder to him, only to find herself looking face to face at him, his nose merely centimeters away from hers. “Your skin feels so soft and fragile, I would be afraid to break it”, he said honestly, his eyes looking sincerely into hers, making her heart flutter. Her breathing quickened, the blood rushing to her cheeks making her blush. This was the Loki she’d loved, the honest sweet one, but this couldn’t be perfect. Without fail she saw it deep in his green eyes, the glint of lust and power, hungry for fulfillment. “No”, she said, snapping out the trance she’d almost fallen into, shaking her head, taking a step away from him. She wasn’t going to let him manipulate her feelings again; she though he’d loved her, but he only used her. Ignoring the look of confusion and hurt on Loki’s face, she turned around and quickly rushed into the other room, slamming the heavy door shut behind her.

Don’t do it Rebecca, he’s just using your feelings again, she told herself, slapping her palm to her head in frustration as she rested herself against the door. She thought she loved him, after all, he had said that he had loved her back on Earth when he was trying to protect her, but it was all a game, part of his plan. “I don’t love him”, she muttered aloud to herself, as much as the words hurt her to say, but she couldn’t go through with it, not again. She let her arm that she still had wrapped around her chest fall down to her side, and the corset fell to the floor, the underskirt also sliding down, falling around her in a pile. As she was picking them up and folding them to put on the shelf, she heard a gentle tapping on the door. “Rebecca? Are you alright?”, Loki asked from the other side of the door. “Yes, I’m fine”, she said, trying to hold the sudden urge of venom she felt from spitting out in her voice. “I know that you are lying my dear, but I won’t pester you. You will tell me in time”, he replied, almost as if he was hiding back a chuckle. She bit her lip, clenching her fists. Somehow, whatever game Loki was playing, it was certainly pushing her annoyed button. “Drop your clothes outside the door when you are finished. I will fashion something suitable for you to wear”, he said back before she had chance to snap at him. Rebecca closed her eyes and took in several deep breaths; this just cannot be happening, she kept thinking to herself.

Taking another black towel off the shelf, she wrapped it around herself, covering herself up. She sighed aloud, adjusting it to try and cover herself up, but it only just came down to her knees; it would have to do. Picking up the bundle of clothes, she walked back over to the door, mentally preparing herself. Opening it a crack, she poked her head out to look into the cell, to find Loki stood outside, smiling at her. “Turn around”, she snapped at him, glaring, even before he had chance to say anything. Caught with his mouth slightly ajar, he sighed, rolling his eyes and shrugging his shoulders, before turning around on the spot, placing his arms behind him. Rebecca waiting until she was completely satisfied that Loki had his back turned away from her before she opened the door a little wider so she could step out into the cell. “You know I can still see you right”, he chuckled as she bent down and placed her clothes down on the floor in the space between them. She clutched the towel closer around her, almost feeling his eyes looking at her through the back of his head as she stood back up. “One thing Rebecca”, he said, stopping her in mid step as she began to turn around to leave. Loki turned back around to look at her, to which she immediately looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet his gaze. He snapped his fingers and the bracelets around her wrists fell away, and dropped, transforming back into golden ribbon strands before they hit the floor. “But- what- I thought”, She stuttered, looking from her wrists to the ribbon on the floor in shock; why was Loki freeing her?. “I will be easier for you to bathe without them on”, he smirked as she looked up to meet his gaze. “Thank you”, she muttered, still quick unsure what to think. Loki merely gestured to the door with his hand, before he bent down and picked up her clothes in his hands, carrying them over to the bed where he laid them down. She watched him pick up each piece, his eyes scanning over them, taking in the detailed stitch work around the edges, a slight frown. Loki paused in what he was doing, her dress in his arms as he glanced back to look at her, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, right. Sorry”, Rebecca said quickly, suddenly realizing that she was just standing there, staring, before quickly turning around and heading back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Once the door was closed, she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked down at her wrists, her hands rubbing them. It had been an awfully long time since she had been able to touch that part of her skin, but then again it was only technically about 2 weeks ago when she got kidnapped by Loki to begin with. Glancing around to make sure no one was in the room with her, and also checking to see that the door was closed so Loki couldn’t see in, she let the towel around her drop to the floor. Walking towards the centre of the black tiled room, she looked up into the grated hole in the ceiling, the small drops of water falling down into the water canal in the floor. Well how does this work then, she thought to herself, already feeling confused. She had never been one for computers or technology, but at least she didn’t single-finger type, unlike her parents. Like it had read her mind, a large torrent of water suddenly came flooding down from the ceiling, almost like a waterfall. She leap back in alarm, letting out a little yelp as the freezing cold water splashed her. Hesitantly, she put her hand into it, and started to feel better as the temperature of the water increased. Once it was warm enough, Rebecca closed her eyes and stepped into the waterfall of water, letting it wash over her. After everything she had been through, this was the most relaxed she had ever been, that she nearly forgot where she was altogether. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, she let the water flow down her back as she stood there in thought, puzzling over everything, letting it all sink in. So, this was to be her home for the rest of her life, trapped in an Asgardian prison cell with a man who had betrayed her and manipulated her. She swallowed back the choked up feeling trapped in her throat as she bit back the tears that started to fall. Forever trapped with a liar, a murderer, a monster, and there was nothing she could do about it.

After what felt like hours of just standing there, letting her tears and the water fall down her cheeks, she decided that it was long enough. Somehow, the shower had read her mind and the water slowed down falling, eventually stopping. Grabbing a towel, she dried herself and sorted herself out, rubbing her eyes, trying to get rid of the redness from her crying. Rebecca looked around the bathroom but nothing had changed, which she breathed a sigh of relief; at least Loki hadn’t decided to sneak inside. With her damp brown hair brushed over to one side, a towel around her, she made her way to the door and opened it, peaking her head out. “And she emerges”, Loki’s voice chuckled, smirking, sitting in the chair beside the bed with her golden dress in his hands. Rebecca stepped out into the cell, pulling the towel tighter around her, brushing her hair out of her face as she walked over, stopping next to the bed. “There you are. One new dress as promised”, he said simply, gesturing to the dark green bundle of clothes on the other side of the bed near to Rebecca. “Thank you Loki. But, are you sure they will fit me?”, she asked a little unsure as she scooped up the bundle into her arms. “Yes it will. It will fit you perfectly”, his deep voice said, putting a little emphasis on ‘perfect’, his eyes looking up to hers. She nodded, a faint smile growing which she tried to fight back; no matter how much she tried, his voice was something she could not stop listening to. “I have two more things to ask you Rebecca”, Loki said as she was just about to turn away. “Where did you acquire this dress from? And what language are the symbols around the cuffs?”. His eyes never left hers as he gently lifted up the dress slightly for her to see, the faint dark green of the cuff design reflecting in the light. “I told you where I got it”, she replied a little confused at why he was asking her this again; surely it didn’t matter that much to him. He didn’t reply, but just lifted an eyebrow slightly, just so she knew he was still waiting for a reply. “Okay I’ll tell you again”, she sighed, shaking her head. “The dress my mother gave me back on earth as a present for my 18th birthday. She didn’t say where she got it from, probably a second hand shop. As for the embroidery around the cuffs, as far as I have been able to tell, I believe its Celtic”. Loki bit his lip as he listened, looking back down at the dress in his hands before he nodded his head, dismissing Rebecca.

Frowning, she took her new clothes with her back into the bathroom of the cell, glancing back at Loki before she closed the door. What was so interesting in her plain ordinary dress that would interest the God of Mischief so much, she thought. Pushing it to the back of her thoughts, she turned her attention to the clothes in her arms. Casting another glance at the door to check it was closed; she dropped the clothes and her towel, and slipped on the underwear on top before picking up the first item. An under dress garment in black, with no sleeves and which only came down to just below her knees she noticed. Slipping it over her head, she pulled it down and was immediately surprised at the softness of the material, and how well it fitter her. Loki wasn’t joking when he said that it would fit her perfectly. Rebecca then picked up the long dark green skirt, again made of the same soft, lightweight material, and put it on as well. Already she was amazed at the amount of detail and skill made into making it; surely Loki didn’t make this using his magic? It’s beautiful she thought, as the skirt came down, its black hem nearly touching the floor. The last piece of clothing however, made Rebecca gasp at its detail. A corset style dress top, similar to the one she had worn before, but with a beautiful golden trim around the neckline as it dropped to a v shape, exposing her chest, as well as her slender neck. She slipped it on, and immediately felt herself standing taller; even though it was nothing grand, it made her feel like an Asgardian. Looking at her reflection in the black walls of the room, she couldn’t help but feel she was looking at a stranger. The dress reminder her of a similar one to the one she’d seen Princess Fiona wearing from Shrek, with the dark green. Somehow, however, this one seemed to draw out every detail of herself, her neck, her even paler skin, her dark eyes; it was almost as if she was becoming like Loki, which Rebecca didn’t know if it was a bad thing or not, not yet anyway.

Slicking her hair back behind her ears, Rebecca checked her appearance one more time, adjusting the dress before she felt happy. Putting the towel back where she’d gotten it, she picked up the necklace off the shelf she’d taken off before and admired it in the light. The blood red stone glistened in the light, and the two snakes entwined around the stone reminded her of something, but she couldn’t think what. She undid the chain and placed it around her neck, the stone just sitting above the hem line of the dress on her chest, almost adding to the slimness of her neck. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the door, and without hesitating, opened it and stepped directly out into the cell, her eyes seeking the approval of Loki’s. He had been looking out of the cell window at the time at the group of new prisoners being brought down to the dungeons before Rebecca had entered. As soon as he heard her enter, he turned around, and almost immediately his whole face lit up with a smile. “Well Rebecca, you look divine”, he said grinning, his eyes looking her up and down as he admired her. Rebecca instantly felt her cheeks blushing as he looked at her as she walked a few steps closer to him. “Loki, I-I really don’t know what to say. This dress is beautiful. Thank you. Thank you so much”, she said speechless, still trying to get over the shock and surprise at how beautiful the dress was. “I thought you might like it. Besides, it brings out the colour of your eyes”, he said stepping closer to her, reaching out a hand and stroking her cheek. His hand felt cold to touch, and only made her blush stronger at him touching her, remember what had happened last time. “P-please, don’t Loki”, she muttered, dropping her gaze to the floor. “Why? I thought you like people tell you how beautiful you look”, he said surprised, a little hurt in his voice and in his eyes. “I-I do, its just …”, she trailed off, unable to think of a way to finish. Loki smirked, dropping his hand. “Alright. I will speak no more of your beauty then, for now, if it makes you feel uncomfortable”, he said gently. “Thank you”, she managed to mutter, still fighting internally with herself. What on earth was going on? One minute he is being nice and caring, the next, twisted and plain evil. Was it something she was doing, or is it something that she will never understand? Regardless, she pushed her thoughts aside, looking back up and smiling at him. She preferred this Loki to the one before, at least he hadn’t tried to attack her yet.

“Now Rebecca. I understand that you don’t know who your real family are, but there must be some reason why you continue to steal my possessions”, Loki said darkly, his eyes fixed on the necklace around her neck. Her heart froze in her chest, time almost stopping as Loki’s eyes looked back up into hers, a dark menace hiding behind them. “Why?”, he asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper as he glared at her, her body beginning to tremble. “I-I don’t know. I just picked it up. I didn’t mean to, I just did it without thinking”, she replied quickly, her breathing quickening. “L-Look, I don’t want it! I’m sorry! You can take it back. Here”, she quickly stammered, reaching behind her neck to undo the chain. Within a flash, Loki’s hands shot up from his sides, one clamping around her neck, the other on her chin, his jaw clenched. “Loki!”, Rebecca screamed in terror, her hands quickly grabbing onto his arms in an attempt to pull him off as his fingers tightened around her, beginning to choke her. “Now, you will answer my question. If you don’t, I will kill you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me”, he growled darkly, his nose wrinkled in rage as he brought his face up close to Rebecca’s, her eyes wide in terror. To afraid and terrified to answer, all she could do was whimper in agreement as the fear grew inside her. “On the end of the chain around your neck is a pendant. What is it?”, he asked quietly, he dark green eyes locked onto hers. Rebecca gulped and tried to tilt her head down to look at it again, but Loki sharply yanked her chin back up, forcing her to keep her eyes on his. “No. I said tell me what it is. Not look at it!”, he growled, squeezing his fingers tighter around her throat. Rebecca choked and cried in pain, struggling to breathe, her body shaking, her hands pulling with all her might to get Loki to let go of her. “Loki, please!”, she pleaded desperately with him, already starting to feel her vision fading. “No! TELL ME!”, he roared, practically screaming in her face. “A red stone with two snakes!”, she screamed at him, desperation in her eyes, terrified. His cold eyes stayed locked on hers for a few seconds, before he released his hold of her.

Immediately, Rebecca wanted to hit him, anger coursing through her veins. Loki swiftly grabbed hold of both of her wrists, preventing her from moving anywhere. “Say it again”, he said, this time his voice stern but quiet, keeping his grip tight. “Why should I?! You’re going to kill me anyway!”, she screamed at him, pulling will all of her might against him, but he barely even moved. “Say it again”, Loki repeated, this time, his eyes cold and hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Two snakes and a red stone”, Rebecca said to him, biting back hatred and tears from the pain going through her. Loki stayed silent for a good minute, looking deep into her eyes, before he looked down to her chest at where the necklace hung, before looking back up to her. “What would you say if I told you that you were wrong?”, he said quietly, his voice not as hard as it was before, but still stern. “Liar!”, she spat at him, giving another tug against him to pull away but his grip held firm. “No. I am not lying to you Rebecca when I say that what you have described as seeing is not what currently hangs around your neck”, Loki replied, almost as a chuckle, before he released his hold of her, taking a step back. Angry and confused, Rebecca immediately glanced down and saw the pendent on the necklace, two snakes and a red stone, exactly like she said had been there. “No, I’m right. Look, see!”, she said to him in triumph, holding it up in her hand to him to see. “Perhaps I should explain exactly what it is you are holding before you decide to claim victory over me”, he chuckled, holding his hands slightly up in a reassuring gesture. Rebecca still didn’t want to take her chances so took a few steps back away from him.

“What you have there is called an Eternal stone. They are usually shared between family relations, passed down through generations. What you claim to see is not what I see. The form it holds in my eyes is a solid black stone, with a single ring around it, with an ancient Asgardian inscription..”. Loki tailed off, sidestepping over to the bed, picking up her old dress. “… the same inscription which is on your dress”. Rebecca’s eyes flickered from Loki to her dress in his hands, her mind racing. “You’re making it up”, she spat at him. He has to be making it up, she thought. “Rebecca, believe me when I say this, I am not lying to you. Not over something as serious as this”, he said calmly, his voice gentler. Her heart began to pound deeper in her chest, her mind sounding like a storm of drums banging inside. “I think you were found, as a child, with this dress. How else would it explain it …”, Loki said quietly, looking down at the dress. “Explain what?”, Rebecca asked, eager to know, her heart beating faster than ever, the blood pounding in her ears; time itself almost stopping. “Rebecca”, Loki said quietly, his eyes looking into hers seriously. “You’re an Asgardian”. Silence was all she could hear after Loki had spoken. Her heart was beating faster than she could register, but she didn’t notice. Time had stopped for her. Loki’s lips were moving, he was saying something, but she didn’t hear him. The world was going backwards, her world was falling, and she was falling. The wind rushed past her ears, the last sight she caught was Loki rushing toward her, concern and fear in his eyes. Her brain too overloaded with a truth, an honest truth; her true inheritance, causing her to black out to nothingness. She was an Asgardian. 

Authors Note : 

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Thank you so so much everyone who is reading this. It is getting there, but been suffering a lot with writers block recently, and it's taken many glasses of wine to get this part done. I hope you all like it. Please comment etc, I'd love to hear your thoughts. 

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