Right to the Night

Chapter Forty-One

Their cell was large and she felt Loki shudder as they came across it. She looked up at him and saw him paralyzed with fear. Nonetheless, she urged him into it so the guards would not push or harm him in any way. Once inside, the guards pressed a button that put up the walls and they were locked in. Once inside, Elisabete saw a fairly large bed, just big enough for two people, a nightstand, a chaise longue chair, table, and small rug. She walked around the room and furrowed her brow as she saw Loki just staring at the bed.

"What is the matter?" She asked him.

"This is the same cell I was in four years ago." Loki replied.

"Well, hopefully this will give you perspective and make you see that what you have done is wrong." Elisabete told him.

"Why do you hate me like this? I never wanted to hurt you. Elisabete, I love you." Loki spoke.

"I do not hate you. I have already made this clear. I have stated that I hate what you did not you specifically. I would love to hate you, Loki. I really would. But for some reason my heart and my mind, against its better judgement, cannot seem to do so. I would just love to...to..." Elisabete explained, trailing off.

"Yes?"

"Ugh, I would just love to hit you right now!" She yelled at him.

Loki flinched at her tone of voice and took a step towards her. He reached out to touch her and she moved back.

"I don't want your hands on me." She seethed.

"Elisabete, you are upset and it isn't good for the baby." Loki commented.

"To hell with this baby right now! What matters now is making sure you get what you deserve when the trial comes. Oh, I just want to hit you and scream at you all day!" She exclaimed.

Loki looked down at her and hated to see her cry.

"I am so frustrated with you and myself for feeling the way I do right now. I want to hate you so badly, Loki. I really do." She cried.

"Hit me." He spoke.

"What?" She scoffed.

"Hit me. If that is what you want, then do it. After what I have done to you, it is only fair for you to do so." Loki told her.

"You're injured already. I don't want to hurt you like this." Elisabete sighed.

"Then once I am healed and given a clean bill of health, I give you permission to hit me all you want." Loki replied.

Elisabete sighed as she sat down on the chair, putting her head in her hands.

"I'm tired, Loki." She stated.

"Then lay down in the bed. It is comfy. Not as comfortable as our bed in our chambers, but, it will do." Loki told her.

"I cannot take it. You're injured and you have to heal." She stated.

"Elisabete, I am an Aesir. I can heal quickly. I can take the lounge chair and you can take the bed. I have no problems with this. And I for one know that the chair is not comfortable." Loki explained, chuckling softly.

"Well then, I'll make that your first punishment...by sleeping on the stiff chair." She told him, walking towards the bed.

Loki grinned and laughed softly as he laid against the lounge chair, facing Elisabete as she laid down on the bed. After several minutes, Elisabete groaned in frustration, not being able to sleep and she hated the reasoning behind it.

"Loki?" She asked softly.

"Yes?" He replied.

"Can you come here?" She sighed.