Stolen Prince (Loki AU Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 {The Initial Escape}

~A/N I had to fix some errors, if you have left off in an area, just disregard and continue from where you left off) Thanks! ^>^ <3~

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"Hello?" my voice called out. It echoed throughout the Asgardian jail walls. I stood there, and waited for my God's damned brother to come get me out of here. I sighed and sat down. I heard my mother's words from when she last talked to me.

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"Loki, you musn't listen to you fath-"

"HE IS NOT MY FATHER!" I cut her sentence short,

"If he is not your father, then am I not your mother?" She asked, almost heartbroken from my words. I brushed her hologram projection away from me. I stood in the middle of my 'cage' and sent an energy blast, completely knocking everything out of the way.

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I pondered the thought of why I destroyed everything, probably including the one book that I wanted to read, the one from my mother. I probably destroyed it in a fit of rage. I heard the sound of chains rattling against the floors outside of my cell. My thoughts disturbed by a commotion happening outside.

"Come on, Princess, you can't just throw me in here?" A female voice shouted.

"I said shut it." A guard said as he hit her.

I looked out the yellow energy caging me in. A woman with long black hair in a warrior-like armour was coaxing the guard to let her out.

"Come on big guy, I said it was an accident, okay?" She fake begged. Earning an eye roll from the guard. Her eyes for a split second changed into a deep gold, and spoke.

"Come on, please?" She said in a seductive manner. I was almost in a trance to, until I looked away. I heard the guard walked over and open the cell to let her out. She was walking away, when she stopped past my cell and backed up to get a good look at me.

"Hello, handsome~" She said as she got closer to the energy field. I took a step forward to get a better look at what she was doing. Her eyes turned into the deep gold, and summoned the guard over to deactivate the energy. As he was doing so, she skillfully slit his throat and left him to bleed out on the floor.

"You. Come with me." She ordered to me. I pointed at myself, and looked at her with a confused face.

"Yes, you." She ordered again.

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In all honesty, I have no clue who this man is. I looked at his attire, and assumed he ́was ́a prince. I pulled out my sword and pointed at him,

"If you don't come out of that cell then I'll have to kill you." I said with a certain sternness in my voice. He rolled his eyes and came out.

"OFF TO MIDGARD WE GO!!" I shouted like a child as I raised my sword into the direction I was going to go. My eyes blinded by gold, and then we were in front of my room.

"Home, sweet, home!" I squealed happily. I turned to look at the man that I had taken from the cell. He was just staring at me.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself! I am Katalia of Midgard." I put my hand out in front of me to shake his hand. He looked at me in disgust(slight gratitude in his eyes, too).

"Do you know who I am?" He asked. I shrugged, and said,

"I think that you might be a prince, and that has had your intentions were wrongfully mentioned here on Earth." I say almost all in one breath. He rolls his eyes, and walked away towards the door of my little house that looked abandoned(which it pretty much was, to be honest). I opened the door, and walked inside. I breathe in the musty air, and snap the light switch on. The lights are slightly dimmed, but bright enough to see your way through the house.

"Well, I have an extra room that is open. It is to the left." I tell the, so obvious, Asgardian prince. He nods and goes upstairs. I flop on the couch and watch outside the window. The birds singing their melodies. Peacefulness washes over me, and I start to doze off.

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I look around the room that she pointed out to me.

"Disgusting filth." I say as I swipe my finger across the dust ridden mantel. I sigh, and walk over to the bed, it too, is covered in a layer of dust. I snap my fingers, and the dust disappears from the bed. I lay down, and prop my head up with my hands behind my head. I being to ponder...

¨Why me of everyone?"

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