Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

12- The Price of Immortality

*in Sebastian voice: "I hope you appreciate what I go through for you."

Warning just because I posted twice today does not mean I will be able to post tomorrow. I had most of this and the previous chapter already previously written, which certainly helped.

Anywho.

~Music~

Humiliation (Hunchback of Notre Dame) (man, the feels)

*Note on the edit: ignore the girl (she's Sansa from Game of Thrones, and I'll be using her more in the later books, but the scene was perfect) in the way that she is partially unclothed. Thea will not be unclothed whatsoever in this chapter. She is fourteen. 

Chapter Twelve

I have been in Asgard for seventy-two hours, and I want to get out right now.

After Loki forced me to eat and made yet another unspoken exit, I had sat in this room for hours, with nothing to occupy myself with but my thoughts. And seeing as I'm trying not to think about anything, I turn to fiddling with my charm bracelet. I also still have Jack's necklace, still hanging over my golden, glittering necklace. But then, I don't want to think about my family either, but my fingers still accidentally graze the smiley-face charm. I look down at it. Its constant silver smile seems to be trying to cheer me up, and it does, sort of. It reminds me a tiny of bit of having Jack in here, smiling with me and encouraging me to get through this.

Aside from screaming at my father, I've been racking my brains, trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. I had been hoping, praying, that Wairua had somehow followed me here, but as the hours pass, my hope dwindles considerably.

I lie on the cot and stare up at the ceiling, feeling as though I am drowning over and over again, never able to reach the shore. All I want is for Loki to magically turn back to me. After he had left last night, I had dreamt of the two of us riding Stjarna and Banamadr through the hills, before I had woken up, sore and crying.

After a while, I begin to feel closed-in, contained by the four plain walls around me. I start to kick them, painfully, but the pain lets me relieve my feelings through something else other than Loki and my current imprisonment. I kick until there are hard scuffs on my shoes, and when that happens, I begin to kick harder, and beat on the walls. I kick so hard that on the twentieth or twenty-fifth kick, I let out a howl and grab my foot, falling back on the cot. As I grasp my big and second toes, and feel the humps in the small joints, I don't need to be a doctor to know that they are broken.

After that, I stop kicking the wall. I can't run if all of my toes are broken.

I have Max's old watch on still, which helps at least a tiny bit of my sanity. It also gives me something to watch, and the little hand moving around the numbers provides me with a sense of continuity and honestly, peace.

It's precisely 4:25 and six seconds when I hear the sounds of the door being unlocked. I jump up, but then regret it immediately, as the pain in my two toes sends me reeling to the floor. Damn it.

I had expected Loki, and am therefore very surprised when two guards walk in the room. One is huge and thickset, with a beard, like Volstagg, but none of Volstagg's merriment. The reminds me of a mongoose, all beady-eyes and wirey. I immediately stand up, wishing for the tenth time that Loki had not taken my dagger, or that I had had the sense to conceal one.

Before I can speak, the mongoose-like man says in a surprisingly deep voice, "You are to come with us at once. Our king, the Odin All-Father, would like an audience with you."