Chapter 7

The pain that throbbed through Loki's mind as he came back to his senses felt like he'd been hit with Mjölnir, not that he wanted to experience that again. Moaning and rattling his brain, he slowly began to regain consciousness. "Ow", he groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, coming back around, before his body froze in shock as he realised where he was.

His head was resting on something soft and comfortable, but he didn't realise where until he looked up. From where they had been previously sat on the bed, what seemed like hours ago, now Loki found himself where he'd longed to be. His head was nestled on the bare flesh of Rebecca's chest as he lay on top of her, her head hanging off the edge of the bed. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly agape as it hung off the bed, her now black hair hanging down loose, nearly touching the floor. The gold trim of her black dress just covered her chest, with Loki's chin resting inside the V. He didn't dare move, or even breathe, fearing that if he did anything, she would wake. If she woke up now, and saw where he was, she'd probably kill him, or try to at least. His hand was tucked underneath her neck, whilst the other had wrapped itself underneath her, around her waist. He could feel that desire he'd had when he first saw her growing inside him. He could just so easily take her, right here, right now, without her even knowing. But he didn't care about her, or did he? No, he thought to himself, I cannot get attached to her, she's a mortal. But she wasn't, which made his insides ache even more. He did have feelings for her, but she no longer trusted him, not after he'd tricked her. How could she possibly love him now after what he'd done?

Biting back his frustration, he pulled his hands away from her, and lifted himself up so he was straddling her. Loki stopped himself from moving any further for two reasons. Firstly, Rebecca had began to stir, her breathing becoming more regular as if she was coming back around, and because his eyes were locked on her necklace. The chain was pulled tight around her throat as the pendant hung off the bed, it's weight practically choking her. Without hesitation, he grabbed hold of it to pull it off her, but screamed in pain as the pendant burned him. The magic it was emitting didn't want him to take it off, so burned him so badly that his hand started smoking. Instantly, he allowed his Jotun form to come through, his skin growing blue with cold, cooling him down as it spread from his fingertips up the rest of his body. Snarling in pain and frustration, he allowed the ice to form around his enclosed fist, before in one surge of effort, yanked the chain, breaking it from around Rebecca's neck. Immediately her eyes snapped open, an expression of pure rage across her face as her black eyes starred into his burning crimson ones as her hands shot to around his throat, chocking him. "That belongs to me", she snarled in an unnatural voice, making Loki feel very afraid as he struggled to breath. This wasn't Rebecca at all, but something much more dark and evil. Her grip was like iron, completely cutting off his air, but although her skin burned against his Jotun skin, her grip did not loosen. As quickly as it happened, the blackness seeped out of her eyes, allowing him to stare into her terrified green ones, before they rolled up into her head, and her body fell limp again as she slipped into unconsciousness.

Sat there gasping for breath, Loki tried to figure out what on earth just happened. One second Rebecca had been out for the count, the next she was trying to kill him, almost as if she was possessed. The necklace was still burning in his closed fist, so he grasped hold of the chain it hung off with his other hand, and resisting the urge to yell, released his other hand in a blast of ice from the pendants burning, fiery hold. Immediately it burst into flames briefly, making Loki hold it as far away from him as possible, the heat being too much for him to bare. "Enough!", he snarled at it, hurling it across the cell to the far side, where it hit against the barrier, falling down onto the floor, where it sizzled, before extinguishing itself, like nothing had happened. Loki sat there, looking from his iced hand to the now inanimate pendant baffled. What the hell was going on, he thought to himself as he returned back to his Asgardian form, the ice fading away, his eyes returning back to their deep green emeralds.

Being inside Rebecca's head, seeing her past, or future, had hurt Loki, and his brain hurt just trying to figure it all out. Who had been that woman? Had it been Rebecca, or was it her mother? It was impossible to tell, as although it had looked like her, sometimes reality can be distorted in the mind, and subjected to manipulation through the simple power of suggestion. Whoever it was, they knew Loki was there, whether in spirit or living form, as they'd challenged him. There words echoed in his mind, almost like a record player stuck on repeat. "You lied to me Loki". He sat there frowning in thought, letting those words roll off his tongue aloud in the hope they would make more sense. Had these words actually been from Rebecca herself? As much as Loki didn't want to admit, deep down inside he felt a pang of guilt as he thought about it. He had lied to her. He'd told her that he'd cared about her, that he loved her, that he would protect her. Of course he hadn't been thinking straight, not with Thanos rattling around inside his head, so he had said those things to try and keep himself sane. She had been the only person who had taken any interest in him, heck, she'd even given him her heart, but he just smashed it to pieces in his selfishness. Yes, she'd stolen his ring and he had just wanted to get it back, but what he'd done was wrong, he admitted to himself. He'd betrayed her trust, and now she couldn't trust him, let alone love him like she did.

Sighing, Loki rubbed at his temples, his brain hurting just thinking. Not only had he hurt her emotionally and physically, but he'd told her a truth that even now, he wasn't sure if he should have told. She was an Asgardian, left down on earth as a child, brought up believing she was a mortal. But something dark in her past triggered her to have that dream, how else would it explain her fits. Not only that, but how else would it her explain her connection to the Eternal stone that Loki had kept, which somehow had possessed her to try and kill him when he'd taken it off her. He sighed aloud, rubbing at his temples, his brain rattling around inside, trying to make all the pieces fit. There was only one person who could possibly know the answer, Frigga.

Climbing off Rebecca as she still lay there unconscious, he walked across to where the necklace lay on the floor, and cautiously picked it up by the chain, not wanting to repeat what happened last time. His hand still stung pretty badly, but his magic was taking care of that for him, emitting a gentle green glow around the blackened crisp skin, healing it. It was only now that he was next to the barrier of his cell that he took at cautious look outside, realising all that had happened before had been in full view of whoever was passing as he hasn't put up one of his illusions to hide from the guards outside. Thankfully, no one was around, but he still snapped his fingers, making an illusion of himself appear which begin pacing up and down beside the window as he turned his real self invisible. Closing his eyes, his hands balling into fists, he reached out in his mind, in the dark, trying to find her in the emptiness. Finally, he saw her in his mind, still as beautiful from the last time he saw her. He opened his eyes, knowing she would now be listening to him. "I need your help", he said quietly to the air, as if in a trance as he remained perfectly still. Although he could feel her warmth inside his mind, she did not reply, nor give him any sign. "Please", he asked again, a little more urgently. He felt the wave of guilt hit him, reminding him the last time he spoke to Frigga, he'd disowned her as his mother. But he still loved her, she would always be his mother. The only person who could love a monster as a son. "Please", he pleaded again as he fought the tears growing in his eyes as his feelings swelled inside him, threatening to break through his cold shell. "I'm sorry. But please, if not for me, for Rebecca. She needs help, and I cannot do it alone. I don't want to hurt her again". Still Loki was greeted with nothing but the warmth of Frigga in his mind. He knew she'd heard him, but what was stopping her talking to him? "Please", Loki pleaded, his voice betraying his need as it trembled. "Please, mother. I .... I love her", he spoke almost in a whisper, looking to the ground. He hadn't meant to say it, the words just seemed to tumble out of him. But he did care about her, perhaps more than he was willing to admit. "I know", her gentle voice whispered in his ear as he felt her warm embrace hold him close in a hug. She wasn't there in the cell with him, but it was enough for Loki to shed a tear. Loki just closed his eyes, wanting to hold onto the feeling forever, but it soon disappeared, until he was left standing, cold and alone in his cell once more.

It took him several minutes to recover, not wanting to let anyone see him in this sympathetic state. He was suppose to be a monster, a psychotic god, a betrayed son, not an emotional weak mess. Coming back to reality, he hadn't noticed the open book at his feet until he tried to take a step forward, but stopped, his foot hovering at this obstacle. He never left his books lying around, especially not open on a page for anyone to see. Cursing himself for being careless, he bent down to pick it up, but paused as he was just about to close it, the contents of the page catching his eye. It was an old book, the page it being open on a log about an event that happened in Asgardian history before his time. It wasn't a long story, only half a page, but the title is what caught Loki's eye most.

A possessed evil.

Fascinated, he crossed over to the chair and sat down, mesmerised and curious at to what this story was.

Never in Asgardian history has there been a day of more mourning. Thirteen school children slaughtered through the blindness and stupidity of their teacher. Originally claiming Jotuns had murdered them, it was discovered she had killed them in cold blood. The teacher, Lady Scarlett, who protested her innocence, was imprisoned, and after a short trial, beheaded. However, her daughter, believed to be among the victims, remains a mystery, as her body was never found.

Her daughter ... was never found.

Loki let those words play on his mind. So her mother was a schoolteacher, this Scarlett woman then? But why would she be a murderer? Loki reread the story again and again, trying to decipher it's message. So she'd murdered thirteen children, which she claimed had been the work of Jotuns, yet still proclaimed her innocence. But then what happened to her daughter? Loki frowned, deep in thought, and thought back to the vision he'd seen in Rebecca's head. Seeing this Scarlett attempting to murder young baby Rebecca, if that had been her, he'd seen that it wasn't herself. Something had possessed her surely? Loki cast a weary look at Rebecca as she lay there, as still and beautiful as if she were a statue. He hoped that whatever he had unleashed inside her was not this darkness, this evil. He had lost her once already, and was not prepared to loose her again. But deep down inside him, he had a nagging feeling which only worsened his dread, that the murderous woman who had confronted him in that vision wasn't her mother, but Rebecca herself. He hoped it wasn't true, but something in him was convincing him otherwise.

He tossed the book aside, running his hand through his hair, slicking it back. He just didn't understand it. Nothing made any sense, which only hurt his mind even more. What was going on? Slumping back in the chair, he let his thoughts wonder, just ticking away in his mind, so much distracted he didn't see the sleeping figure awake, and watch him with curiosity as he continued to puzzle over the situation.

"Loki?", they asked weakly, struggling to sit up, rubbing their sore neck. He didn't respond, his finger resting against his lip as his eyes looked off somewhere into the distance, oblivious to her, lost in thought. "Loki", Rebecca said again a little louder, sliding her legs off the bed, attempting to stand up, only to be hit by a wave of fussiness. "I'm gonna be sick", she muttered as she immediately sat back down, clutching at her forehead and stomach. Why did it feel like she'd be hit with a pound of lead? "Hello? Loki, little help", she croaked, pressing her hand to her eyes, attempting to shield them as the room started spinning. "Rebecca?", Loki said startled, snapping back to look at her, his eyes widening seeing her awake. "Make it stop please. I'm gonna throw up", she moaned as she fell backwards onto the bed. Within seconds Loki had leapt up from where he sat and was beside her, his cold hand resting on her forehead as she tightly gripped his still sore hand, making him wince slightly. "Hold still", he whispered, as his hand glowed green, and a scorching heat corset through her forehead in a second, her nausea passing instantly. "Agh! Do you have to make it hurt like that?", she snapped at him, slapping his hand away from her as soon as his magic had finished. Rebecca scowled at him, her green tinted eyes locked on his. "Sorry", he muttered, not wanting to look away from her eyes. He could have sworn they were suppose to be blue, but now a deep green had seeped into them, and her once calm and self conscious demeanour seemed to have vanished. She'd been afraid him ever since he'd snapped and lied to her, but now it seemed the tables had turned. Now he was afraid of her.

"What?", she asked him sharply, taking him a bit by surprise realising he'd been staring into her eyes for quite a while. "Nothing. I was just making sure you were okay", Loki replied calmly, leaning a little further back now he could see she was fine. He wasn't doing this to give her space to breathe, more that he was a little apprehensive, not knowing if she might lash out at him. "Well don't. Your eyes unnerve me", she spat, sitting up, almost death glaring him. Rebecca didn't know why she felt this negative towards Loki, perhaps it was the fact she was stuck in this cell forever with him, or perhaps the fact he'd lied to her. Whatever it was, she felt more confident now about actually just letting these feelings out, not caring if they hurt Loki. She wanted to hurt him. This certainly wasn't Rebecca at all, Loki thought. She would never be this bitter, or so fearless. But she wasn't wearing that necklace now which had caused her to lash out at him, so what else? Loki just gave a little grin, dropping his eyes down to avoid her gaze, his eyes stopping on her viper gripped hand holding onto his. Not only was it the hand he was currently holding the necklace in, but it was also her hand which had his ring on. The ring that was currently keeping her invisible to the outside world. "I thought you just wanted to get inside my head. Surely my stomach shouldn't feel like it's had a boulder on it!", she groaned, her free hand grasping at her stomach, trying to smooth down her dress. "Erm, just a side effect", he muttered as he tried to carefully slide the ring off her finger without her noticing whilst she was preoccupied.

"Loki". His eyes met hers, locked together, her emotions fighting inside them. "What happened? What did it all mean?". Her voiced wavered, unsure, she didn't know what to say. "I doesn't matter. But I think you should sleep", he concluded, having managed to get a good grasp of the ring. All he needed to do now was just pull his hand away. "I have done enough sleeping. I want answers Loki", she snapped at him frustrated. He saw his moment of opportunity, and using his free hand, raised it and pressed it against her temple. "Not yet, now sleep". But her eyes did not close, only looked deeply into his, a flicker of anger passing through them. Loki was confused, and only increased how much magic was now coursing through his veins into her. Why wasn't she sleeping? "I don't think so", she snarled at him through gritted teeth. She was fighting against him? Loki's eyes widened not only in surprise, but in fear. How on earth was she doing this? In a second Rebecca raised her hand to lash out at Loki, but Loki leapt back from the bed, breaking the connection. Instantly, Rebecca's eyes rolled up into her head as she slumped unconscious, as Loki stood there, holding both the necklace and ring in his hand. Breathing heavily, and feeling exhausted, he slumped into the chair behind him. What had he done? His only way of hiding her, using his magic ring, was now something she could use as a weapon against him. He wasn't safe from her, but then again, she wasn't safe from him. Placing both the objects onto the table beside him, Loki rubbed at his temples. That had drained him too much. She should have dropped like a stone, but somehow, she'd battled against him, almost drain him. Now, he guessed, she would be draining him more, as now without her wearing the ring, she could be seen. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he surged out his magic towards her, knowing now that she could not be seen by the passing guards. He didn't like this, not one bit. He had somehow created a monster, and didn't know what to do. He didn't want to hurt Rebecca, but then he didn't want her to hurt him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the long strand of familiar gold material and staggered over towards where Rebecca now slept. As he had done down on Midgard, he gently wrapped it around her wrists, before tying it off to the corner bed post. At least that should hold her, he though as his magic turned the material into the familiar metallic shackles, chaining her. All this magic was draining him completely, especially as he had had to use so much of it in such a short space of time. This once powerful god now sank to his knees, completely exhausted and drained, before he just let himself fall backwards onto the solid cell floor, and him too, falling unconscious

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