"You can not just take her from me! She is my child and what my lover left me! I can care for her!" Loki's enraged state had scared the guards and put them on full alert.
"You are unable to care for her, too weak and heart heavy. The sight of her often drives you mad, it leaves you in tears weeping for your wife." Thor had been trying to reason with his brother to no avail. He started for Loki's room when his brother grabbed his wrist and yanked him around so they could be face to face.
"You," Loki huffed with rage. "will not take MY Leona." He clenched his jaw and his face deepened with rage.
Thor removed himself from Loki's reach and signaled for the guards to hold him back. "I'm sorry, but I am not the one who made this decision, it was our father. If you have any problems with it you may go speak with him yourself." He continued his venture towards Loki's chambers with stiff movements and heavy footfalls.
Four guards quickly grabbed hold of Loki before he could charge after his older brother. His faced faded from rage to sadness. "I'm sorry my love, I am afraid I cannot keep my promise to you." He sighs sorrowfully. Once the guards restricted his moments they brought him to the dungeons and locked him in the farthest cell from the entryway.
A/N: I hope I don't do these often but this was really short so I apologize for that.
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Patterned With Chaos
FanfictionA god who has lost his wife is a wreak, unstable. He's unable to care for the last thing remaining of her; their daughter. She's taken from him, not being told of where she'll end up, only that she'll "be safe" and "well cared for". Of course tha...
