What's Genocide Between Friends? // thefallengodofasgard
Aradia hesitantly turned the locks at the entrance to the dungeons and stepped inside the dark abyss, nodding in return as the guards greeted her and she tried to control her whirring emotions. Loki wasn't the same. She always forgave his actions towards her, always. As if by clockwork she found her mind and nothing more being transported through time, in the way that some mortals state their entire lives flash before their very eyes before they are about to die.
It began as an infant, a bundle wrapped in cheap cloth landing in the centre of the Bifrost. A confused Heimdall walking towards it, guards running from the palace…She was a child, laying on her back in a summer field with the sun shining down on her relaxed face. Her hair pooling together with something that resembled a dark liquid, an equally content head resting against hers in the calming breeze…Then came the memory that broke her, her entire face cracking as if someone had shot her very heart. She was older, too old to be a child but far too young to be an adult. She was crying. As was the boy. Their foreheads pressed together and their hands clutching onto each others outfits as they sobbed promises to return as the guards began to peel her away, her lithe form shaking as it all faded into darkness.
"M'lady, I asked if you would like us to stay?" The guards on duty at the entrance of the cell brought her out of her daze and she quickly shook her head and let them bow and exit, leaving her frozen at the entrance to the quarters in which Loki was forced to .
"I thought you would like to have some time away from them, I certainly would," She began lightly, the smile just barely on her lips as she walked over to the railing of the cell. Long time no see.