I sigh and rest my head on my hoof, already half asleep.

These two have been at it for hours, suggesting so many freakin' books, while I've been sitting at this table with a numb butt. How and where did the pony who invented all those books get the time to finish inventing them? Or maybe books are made by fairy sprites or breezies...

"Rosie! Are you even listening?" Twilight snaps.

I jolt and look at her. "Huh... what?" I murmur.

"The history of doorknobs, have you read it?" She repeats. I blink slowly. "I'll take that as a no."

"Oh Celestia, what books have you read?" Moona asks, she's obviously fed up as she folds her arms.

I stare at her blankly. "Uh... lots! Just... I can't remember," I lie. Moona rolls her eyes. "Do we have any books from Midgard?"

"Um..." Moona replies, her eyes searching over the piles and piles of messily stacked books taken from their shelves. "I... don't know."

"Aha!" Twilight exclaims, grabbing a book with her magic and levitating it high in the air like it's a prize or something.

"What?" I inquire, raising myself with my front hooves on the table. "What is it?"

"I've found a Midgardian book!" She squees.

"Gimme that!" I yell, leaping up and tackling Twilight to the ground.

"Hey! What gives?" Twilight grunts as I grab the book with my teeth and hold her down on her tummy.

Moona leans forward, putting a hoof to her lips. "Sh!" She hushes as the librarian gives us a glare.

I give her an 'IDGAF' look and continue to wrestle Twilight for the book. Once I yank the book from her, I spring up into the air, flapping my wings frantically and making a beeline for the door. However, Moona rushes in front of the doors, blocking me from freedom. Twilight tries to flap her wings, but she can't get high enough, only able to hover just above the ground.

My eyes dart around the room until I get an idea. "Say, is that minecraft on that PC?" I say, pointing to the left.

Moona's eyes light up. "Where?" She inquires, dashing off in the direction I pointed to. Twilight face hoofs as I lean forward, folding my wings and falling out the door, skidding on the smooth floor. I hear Twilight's hoof steps coming up from behind. That and Moona yelling, "Hey! There's no Minecraft in Equestria!"

I gallop off, Twilight and Moona hot on my heels. Or... whatever my heels are called. Wait, I don't have heels.

I flap my wings, helping me to go faster so it's more like smooth leaping than running. I make many twists and turns in the corridors, but somehow, the two alicorns manage to corner me at a dead end. My teeth chatter, making the book wobble in my mouth. Twilight suddenly lashes out, grabbing the spine of the book in her teeth and yanking at it. I step forward in surprise, not letting go. I stand my ground and pull back. "Give it back," I grunt through my teeth.

"No, you give it back," Twilight replies, jerking her head back.

"No, you!" I shout, doing the same.

Moona goes up behind Twilight, grabbing her tail and pulling in an attempt to help her friend. "GIVE US THE DAMN BOOK!" She screeches. I flatten my ears and wince.

A smirk grows on Twilight's face. Her horn glows, her magic surrounding the book and whipping it out from me. I make a noise in shock and face plant on the ground, mumbling "Hmmnoiri..."

"Hashtag teamwork!" Moona exclaims triumphantly, holding me back with her magic when I try to lunge forward to grab the book. She and Twilight give each other a high five and trot away victoriously. "Now let's go play some minecraft."

"What is minecraft anyway?" Twilight inquires.

"Oh, right, no internet connection here," Moona mumbles.

I sit there with a frowny face for a few minutes, then shuffle away slowly, kicking at a nearby rock that materialised just for me to kick it. Now what am I supposed to give Loki? Freedom? Psch. Nah.

I'll just stalk Twilight down until she lets her guard down and bam, I'll have that book within the next day. What could possibly go wrong there?

I flap my wings and follow Twilight and Moona in silence. I fly up to the ceiling, leaping from chandelier to chandelier like a monkey, the little glass fragments and jewels making little klinking noises as they swing. It's actually quite fun, like I'm flying super fast or something. But who am I kidding? I can't fly fast.

Suddenly, a stray, sharp diamond fragment flies from a chandelier, into the air catching onto my cheek and making a nice, painful, long cut along my left cheek. I muffle yelp in pain, stopping on the next chandelier and wrapping my hooves around it, the ornament swinging back and forth, the little glassy details tinkling. I suck in a breath as Twilight and Moona pause. Don't notice me, don't notice me....

They noticed me.

"Rosie? What are you doing?" Twilight inquired incredulously.

"Raaargh!" I screech, dropping down on them like a bomb and missing them terribly, slamming face first into the hard floor, groaning. Twilight and Moona back away slowly. "Wait!" I shout, jumping up and reaching a hoof out to them to get them to stop. Twilight and Moona pause again and exchange a look when taking my appearance in. "Yah!" I shout, tackling Twilight to the ground.

When I do this, I accidentally buck Moona in the face. She cries out in pain, then passes out, so luckily I don't have to fight her, too. "Gimme dat book!" I scream, wrestling Twilight on her back.

"No!" She yells back, wrapping her arms around the book.

"Yes!" I shout.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"No!"

"Yes!" Twilight screeches. "Wait-" she starts but I cut her off with a quick yank the book out of her arms, tucking it under my wing and making a quick getaway to my room, Twilight hot on my tail.

She teleports just in front of the doors to my room, standing tall with wings flared out. I skid to a halt and cower back, ears flattened. She takes a step forward as I take one back and gulp. An idea pops into my head and step backwards again. She steps forward. I step back. She steps forward. Slowly, I step back, she steps forward.

"Psych!" I exclaim, galloping forward, ducking and skidding under her legs, pushing the doors open and slamming them abruptly behind me, grabbing a chair and jamming it under the doorknob so Twilight can't get in.

She bangs her hoof on the door harshly. I smirk and punch the air in triumph. "Yaaaass!" I hiss in success, holding the book to my chest and flopping down on my bed on my back.

Finally, I've got the book. Sure, it took a lot of stress and a long cut across my cheek (which really hurt), but I got it.

Now the only thing left to do is surprise Loki!

I realise now that I can't actually get out of my room until Twilight goes away, and for all I know, that could be for hours. So, how to pass the time?

Draw? No, can't find a pencil. Or paper.

Play a game? Maybe if I was desperate. I'm not.

Play minecraft? Oh, right...

Well... I've got the book right here...

Oh, who am I kidding? I can't read! How would I ever be able to follow along? Oh, well, at least it's better than nothing.

I slam the book down on the floor and lift the soft leather cover, laying on my stomach and resting my head in my hooves, turning a few pages until I find some pictures to try and follow along. There's one about this guy with blonde hair, red cape and this giant square like hammer, which I'm guess is Thor or whatever his name is that I met yesterday.

Then there's all these pictures of people with swords and weird Viking clothing, a couple of guys with sweet ass beards and these weird blue men that can make ice come out of their hands. It's really cool, but it'd be better if I could understand anything. At times, I try to decode the small letters, but end up getting very frustrated.

Why did I drop out of school?

I mean, the fillies used to tease me and make fun of me when I was a little filly, calling me stupid, chicken, retard. I guess they were expecting me to be some amazing, smart unicorn, what with me being one of Princess Celestia's students and sisters with Twilight. Instead, they got a clumsy, ditzy, flightless pegasus who couldn't read. I dropped out very early, I couldn't think of anything else to escape it. I had no friends, Twilight went to the gifted school of unicorns, a different school, so I was on my own.

I cried a lot when I was a filly, but was taught that my emotions didn't matter to anyone else but myself, so I kept them to me. Instead, I tried to focus on making other ponies happy, it feels better. But I still cry myself to sleep most nights. I don't know why, I just do. People think they know me, but they don't.

Wow, that was depressing.

I huff a sigh and turn a page, the drawing on one side making my eyes widen. Is that...? No, it couldn't be. It's not. Is it?

There's a picture of a tall man in greens and golds, a colour Loki favours, a long, green cape and funny looking horns on his head. A sickly grin is spread across his pale face with sharp features, and it looks like an evil Loki. But why is it an evil Loki?

Loki's good right? I mean, just because the superheroes were going to take Loki back to a Midgardian prison, that Celestia despises him, that sometimes he bursts into a fit of evil cackles, and that Loki is currently kept in an almost max security cell...

Being illiterate really sucks right now. How I wish I could read this page! I feel so stupid, nopony else that I know can't read.

I stare at the collection of small letters in black and white on the page opposite the picture, then flip the page to find more writing and smaller pictures about Loki.

After some time, I shake my head, deciding to give up and slap the book closed. Huffing out a sigh, I roll onto my back and blow the fringe out of my eyes, the book still in the corner of them. I wiggle my legs aimlessly in the air, flapping my wings but not lifting myself up from the ground, making 'pbbt pbbt' noises with my tongue, the book still in the back of my mind.

What does it say about Loki? Well, I can't read it, that only adds to the suspense and frustration.

I stop what I'm doing and stare at the book, propping myself up on one elbow. I roll my eyes and reach out to it, shoving it under the bed. I sit up and swish away from it on my butt, turning my nose up, crossing my arms and closing my eyes.

I open one eye, taking a tiny, thoughtless peek at the book to see if it might have disappeared or turned into a burrito or something. The spine still pokes out teasingly at me. The peek turns into a gaze. I chew on my hoof, trying to resist the book. Sweat drips down my forehead, my pupils dilated. I just... I must know what it says!

I scream in frustration, throwing my head back with my noise. I whip the book into my hooves, open to a random page and slam my face into it, nibbling at the paper angrily. I wrestle the book itself, tumbling around on the ground violently and screeching swear words to my heart's content.

Suddenly, a unicorn guard opens the door a crack and pokes his head in, a concerned look on his face. Where'd the chair go?

I pause what I am doing. It looks like I'm curled up into a tight ball, my legs wrapped around the book with a corner of it in my mouth. "Miss Assface, are you alright?"

My blood boils. I drop the book and stand up, my eye twitching, my face going red until I explode. Not literally. But that'd be pretty cool...

"DON'T YOU FLUCKING DARE CALL ME BY MY LAST NAME! YOU KNOW HOW SENSITIVE I AM!" I scream.

With that, I charge at him with the book on my back. His eyes widen and he gallops off scared. I crash into the doors, leaving a sort-of-me-shaped-hole in it. I chase him down the hallway, speeding up using my wings to push me forward. With a giant leap, I whip the book out from behind my back and slam it into the guard's face, knocking him unconscious.

I fly over him and slide forward on my back hooves, standing upright with the book clutched to my chest, reminding myself of a ninja.

I hold the book in my hooves, staring blankly at the leather cover, ignoring the unconscious guard behind me. Why again did I borrow this if I couldn't read? Oh, yes. Loki. Right.

Hey, maybe he could teach me how to read?

...

Nah, he wouldn't do that.

I tuck the book under my wing and trot over to Loki's cell to give it to him.

Unlike all the other times, this time, instead of kicking the door down and barging into his room, I decide to open the doors softly. They creek quietly as I slip in to see Loki asleep. Well, I think he's asleep. He's sitting on the bench with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, eyebrows are furrowed. Maybe it would be easier to just leave the book in his cell and run?

Trying to be as stealthy as I can, I tiptoe up to the control box, my hoof steps almost inaudible. I press my hoof on the button that opens the cell doors, untuck the book from my wing and flap both of them, holding the book in my hooves. I silently flap over to where Loki is sitting/laying.

His forehead is covered in sweat and his fists are clenched... he looks constipated. I manage to keep down a giggle and place the book down next to him.

Loki literally starts shaking a bit, a vulnerable whimper escaping his lips for a split second. Uh... what? Since when does Loki whimper? It's actually sort of cute in a way. Wait a second... is Loki having a... nightmare?

I back away slowly, because honestly I don't know whether to wake him up or run. If I stay, he might escape, but if I run... well, there doesn't really seem to be a downside in that department, does there?

But I don't really want to run. Celestia dammit, Rosie, make up your damn mind!

I turn away hesitantly, heading for the door, but without thinking, I bolt back to his side, putting a hoof on his shoulder and shaking him softly. "No... please..." a desperate gasp escapes his lips.

I don't know whether or not he's talking to me or what, but after a hesitant pause, I shake him a little bit more. "Loki," I whisper almost worriedly.

"No, stop, please!" He yells, eyes still closed, "I'll do anything, please!"

"Loki, you're scaring me," I say, my voice wavering.

Suddenly, a pained scream of pure agony rips through the room, coming from Loki's mouth. What is wrong with this dude?

I flatten my ears and squint my eyes, flinching at the sound. I mean, yeah, I scream all the time, but not like that. That scream sounded like something seriously bad was happening to him, so I decide now's probably a good time to put him out of his misery. "LOKES! C'mon, wake up!" I shout, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him violently.

He makes a loud gasps for air like he hasn't breathed it in years and jolts as he wakes. His eyes are wide, bloodshot and full of worry and paranoia. I can tell as they dart around the room. Loki pants, then looks at me. "Sorry," he mutters, gripping the seat beneath him.

I realise now that this is what seems like the first time ever that I've gotten this close to Loki. I pull my hooves away from his shoulders and flap my wings, levitating a small distance away from him. "Don't be," I reply with a weak smile.

There is a long silence, the only noises are the strokes of my wings as I levitate. Loki looks at his hands, which are now in his lap and I watch him intently. His eyes land on the long cut on my face, his own giving me a questioning look. "Chandelier accident," I say, waving a hoof like it's nothing. "Nightmares, huh?" I break the silence, licking my lips. Only Loki's eyes move, which flick up to me. "How long?"

Loki stays quiet. What happened to him? I look down, then fly over to him and sit beside him, grabbing the book and holding it up to him. "I got this for you," I say softly. Maybe changing the subject will make him forget about it?

Loki takes the book from me, a small smile flickering across his face. If I blinked, I'd miss it. "Norse Mythology? Ehehehe, this shall be good," he smirks, lifting the cover, his voice raspy.

"Yes," I say hesitantly, nodding once, "I was wondering if... you could read it to me?"

Loki's ocean green eyes soften and smiles, doing a small 'eheh'. He's a really on and off smiler, isn't he? "Alright," he nods, but then his smile fades away. What'd I tell you? On and off smiler. "Actually, no. You'd... you'd better go."

I raise an eyebrow. "Uh... what?"

"You heard me. Go," Loki mumbles, standing up and beckoning towards the door.

"Why?" I inquire, cocking my head to the side, my confusion only wedging itself further into the mud.

"Must you ask so many questions you whiny horse?" Loki spits.

Horse? HORSE! "How dare you! And after all I've done for you-" I start, but he interrupts me.

"NEVER SAY THAT. AGAIN!" He shouts.

I sigh loudly, a groan coming with it as I roll my eyes. "After all I've done for you," I smirk. Loki's fists clench up, shooting a glare at me. If looks could kill...

"Listen, you think you can just waltz in here uninvited and wake me up?" He spits.

"You were having a nightmare! And it's my job to waltz in here uninvited, get with the program!" I shout, standing up on all fours with my wings flared out. If I had fingers, I would have snapped them.

Loki scoffs. "You think you can really intimidate me with those tiny little chicken wings?"

My jaw drops, I'm obviously hurt. The fillies in school used to tease me about that. I look pitifully at my wings, then back at Loki angrily. "You are a sad, ungrateful man!" I scream angrily, throwing my hooves up in the air and flying up to him, getting all in his face, "Do you have any idea what I did to get that freakin' book for you? And all to benefit you, not me, because I thought you might let me in to make you happy. Not me, you. But you just push me away. You push everyone away, why?"

"Just get out!" Loki shouts.

"You get out!" I shout back.

"No, I deserve this!"

I knit my brow. "What... this?" I repeat, gesturing around the whole room. "No one deserves this!"

"I do! Do you not know all the horrible things I have done? Surely you must have heard-"

"There are a lot of things I don't hear around here, and you wanna know why? Because no one trusts me, and no one trusts you either, otherwise they wouldn't've put you in here! You know you could just leave at any second, right?" I interrupt, waving a hoof toward the open cell doors.

"Yes, but-"

"But what? Loki, we're friends, you could just tell me-"

"We are not friends," he says coldly.

I glower at him, a new, tension filled silence is placed upon us. "I don't get you!" I scream, breaking the silence and throwing my hooves down. I fly out the doors and close them with the control box, Loki not moving from his spot. So, even with the chance of escaping, Loki rejects it?

"I thought you wanted to be my friend," I sigh, leaving the room and slamming the large doors behind me. What was I thinking? That Loki was a good guy? I'm such an idiot for even thinking the very thing.

"I don't deserve someone like you," says Loki softly, pressing a hand against the glass. But I don't hear it, I'm already storming halfway down the hallway.

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Hey there, people reading!

Well, this was a little more serious than most episodes, but at least I updated, huzzah! I got a new phone, but I'm only using Wattpad on that for things like reading and stuff. NOT FOR UPDATING. I prefer to do that on my iPad, bigger screen and all :3

So, what do you think of Loki's behaviour? Was it Loki enough? (Ehehehehehehehehe)

ALSO any suggestions or ideas please either comment down below or inbox me. Go ahead, I'll wait.

Oh yeah, and how do you think Loki can redeem himself? His options are pretty limited right now.

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