"He is not my father."
"Adoptive father, then, he is in his rooms."
"Well then, shall we?" He indicated to a door that told Rebecca would guide them where they were going. "His staff," he began as they walked through different passageways.
"I know, you've shown me."
"Can you deal with it?"
"He is writing at them moment, so he does not have it in reach, I will cause him to not get to it before you do. Can you handle it?" She grinned as Loki glared at her, insulted. "Did I hurt your feelings?"
"I know you are jesting, but I should punish you for your words," Loki noticed her step falter for a second. "Do I cause such fear in you?" He asked curiously.
"You are mistaken if you think I would ever fear you." She scoffed.
"So what was that?"
"Excitement," was all she answered before she continued on, leaving Loki startled in her wake.
Odin could sense someone coming, but as soon as he attempted to rise to his feet to get Gungnir, he was forced to remain in a half sitting, half standing position, and he knew whatever it was, could not be good. When the doors to his study opened and he saw the figure of a small woman, he frowned, but when he saw Loki standing beside her, his confusion turned to anger and concern. "You survived? Of course, you did, you have been marked out for death since you were a tiny infant and yet here you still stand."
"Many would see such resilience as commendable," Loki stated as he walked to a table that held several of Odin's most prized possessions, picking up a clear crystal orb he knew his father had received from the King of Vanaheim years before.
"It would, were it not for the fact you are so full of hate and anger."
"We are all the result of our experiences."
"You think I hated you?"
"You never loved me," Loki growled. "Another little collector's item for you, something to be traded or discarded as usefulness would dictate."
"You were the son Frigga always wanted, yet you desecrate her memory as you do," Odin growled.
Rebecca's anger grew as she saw how the Aesir King attempted to hurt Loki more by making him feel like he had disappointed the only one he truly loved and felt that truly loved him. She saw his dislike for him, but when she read his thoughts on how he wished he had left 'that little runt' to die alone and scared in the elements, she began to become enraged. "You filthy animal." she screeched, startling Loki and causing Odin to look at her for the first time. "Say it out loud." It was half a demand, half a dare.
"What are you?"
"You are no better than the rest of them, you are supposed to be the most just being in all the worlds, and you think you are, but you are worse than them." She snarled viciously.
"Becky?" Loki asked, looking at her worriedly.
"Tell him." She demanded of the old king, "Before I do."
"What is it you do?" Odin demanded.
"She is the one doing everything," Loki smiled proudly. "It is the reason you did not sense our presence until we were outside your doors, it is not magic that holds you down."
Odin looked fearfully at the woman, who glared hatefully back at him. "It is you?"
"Is she not amazing?" Loki beamed, "I found her, frozen by the mortals because they feared her, not realising that in doing so, they were causing her to be everything they feared she would be."
"Loki, what have you done?" there was genuine fear in Odin's features. Rebecca could see that he seemed to realise just how dark she was, and feared, not even for himself, but for Loki. "You have no idea what you have released."
"I have a good enough idea," Loki smirked, walking over to Rebecca and wrapping his arm around her waist before kissing the side of her neck. "Now, what was it he thought, my dearest darkness?"
Rebecca studied Odin's face for a moment, contemplating whether or not she should inform him, but seeing the fear in the king's features, her smile turned positively sinister. "He regrets not leaving you on the rock to die," she stated; her tone almost as though she found pleasure in saying those words.
Loki stared at Odin as the words processed in his mind, the king's face telling him that it was true, and that part of him felt guilty for thinking it. Rebecca almost felt as though she would purr as she felt Loki stiffen before shaking with rage. "You are right, he is worse." He snarled.
"Even those who harmed those I grew up with waited until they were old enough to walk to do it." She replied. "I saw him look back on that day, you were only a few days old at most, your little umbilical cord still attached, he actually wishes he left you there." She fed his anger. "he thought you a runt."
Odin realised it immediately, and seeing that Loki's face turned almost ugly in anger, he realised the hold the girl had over his adoptive son, using her ability to get into his mind too, not to control him as she clearly could others, but to use his insecurities and thoughts to get him to willingly do as she pleased. "Loki…"
"Do not dare," Loki warned, his anger and betrayal on his face. "You are not worthy to speak to me."
"Can you not see what she is doing, boy? She will tire of you and you will be of no use to you then." Odin tried to plead with him.
Loki's arm tightened around Rebecca's waist as Odin looked on in resignation. "You took Frigga from me and now you want to take the only other person who shows the least bit of love and caring for me."
"You think she cares for you? My boy, she is using you." Odin scoffed.
"You have no idea of what manner others think of him, you are so consumed with your own dislike that you cannot see how others could possibly care for him." She spat, glaring at Odin with a gleeful glint in her eye. She leant up and against Loki in a manner that indicated she wished to whisper to him, he leant forward as the words almost silently left her lips, by the end of her sentence, Loki and she were looking at Odin with similar looks of sadistic joy on their faces, telling Odin that to meet his end would only be wishful thinking with whatever was in store for him.
