You threw all of your love letters at his jail cell. Every paper fell like a feather to the ground, swaying in the air weighing almost nothing. Your chest felt so heavy that you let it burst in the Asgard Dungeons. Your tears streamed down your warm face.
“You lied to me!” you screamed. You were sure that half of the criminals inside the dungeons could hear you. Your fists pounded against the enchanted glass. “How could you?!”
Loki fell to his knees when he saw you. He hadn’t seen you in two years. He had started to forget your face. Until now. He remembered how deep your (e/c) eyes were, how wonderful your voice sounded, and how striking you were to him. Loki unfolded when he saw you. A shaky breath left his lips as he looked down on himself.
“I told you. I’m the God of Lies. You think I loved you? Ha! You’re as simple as the mortals on Midgard,” Loki’s clone said. While the real Loki fawned over you, your eyes were trained on Loki’s clone who looked perfectly unbothered.
“You don’t love me?” Loki had faked his death and tried to take over Earth. He had killed people to do it. Yet, there he stood, proud as ever for every evil thing he did.
“Why would I love you?” the clone cruelly asked. The real Loki crawled into a corner of the cell, watching the madness unfold between you and the clone. His hands shook while he muttered.
“She can’t know. She can’t know. She can’t know what happened to me.”
