You briskly walk through the long halls, rounding a corner before approaching the large golden doors of Odin's Throne room.

Guards are protecting the entrance which tells you the Allfather was inside.

"I wish to speak with King Odin" you instruct

The large golden doors open wide, the guards moving out of the way allowing you to enter.

Memories replay in your mind, only ever having had bad experiences within this room. You hope this time it'll be more in your favour.

"Ah, dear Mina, come in, welcome" Odin says rather jolly. You almost forgot you're both on good terms now.

You step warily towards the bottom of the golden steps, Odin moving from his ostentatious throne starting to descend the glistening stairs.

"I've waited for your call King Odin, I've yet to have a meeting with your raven. I need the location of the gem, Loki is deteriorating, his mind now split, and his personas fading fast!"

Odin looked at you gravely, which surprised you. He knew and announced to you previously that Loki would eventually succumb to his illness but this news seemed to surprise him.

"Are you sure? has any personality been erased yet?" He questions, sounding concerned

"Yes, I've lost apart of him I want back!"

Odin looked downwards, almost saddened. "Then he really is fading away, he's truly lost" he said, barely a whisper, yet you heard him.

Odin predicted Loki would perish, yet now he acts surprised, you found his behaviour very confusing.

"Why haven't you set up the meeting, I've been waiting anxiously?"

Odin looked up, his eyes on you but his mind remained in deep thought.

A few minutes pass by, your foot tapping on the floor as you grow impatient, yet he was locked in intense contemplation.

"King Odin! Please we have very little time"

Odin snapped out of his thoughts, nodding his head.

"I didn't want to believe he was truly diminishing. I held off your meeting because I changed my mind, I saw how you stayed by Loki's side, caring for him. You really are worthy of him...so I didn't wish to put you back with my Raven. But it seems now it doesn't matter, Loki is.." his voice breaks, trailing off, you're unable to catch his last murmurs. 

You stare at Odin confused, not understanding why he's rambling. It's a simple plan, you talk with Munnin, and he reveals the location of the gem. You don't know why Odin's so hesitant all of a sudden.

"So, will you take me to Munnin? Time is of the essence, we've little time before Loki's fully gone"

Odin is impressed, observing your determination and bravery, yet there was an emotion behind his eyes you couldn't quite grasp.

Odin nodded to his guards, who readied themselves to take you to Munnin.

"Oh, and when I get back, I'd like you to legally bind me and Loki. We wish to marry as soon as possible"

Odin stopped his decent down the steps, looking at you shocked "you wish to marry my son even though he'll become a mere vessel. His body used just to house a brooding mass of hate. The frenzied insanity wrecking his image as he hibernates inside himself turning to skin and bones. You want to be bound to that until the end of your days?"

"I will never forsake Loki" you say with sincerity "but I no deep down this will not be his fate, I will get the location of the gem, we can save him Allfather" you look at him full of hope, yet his eyes display a loss, as though he already mourns.

Odin simply nods his head in agreement, you smile, happy he's accepted you for Loki.

Excitement brewed inside you masking your nervous deposition. The thought of you married to Loki, and Loki being cured once you found the gem filled you with elation.

As you walked side by side with Odin and his guards, your mind created vivid images of you and Loki experiencing wonderful new adventures together.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach flutter, surprised they were back, It's been a while since you felt them.

The happiness was sadly short lived as you neared the entrance of the dungeon. You stood at the top, looking at the dark dank stairs that lead down to the lowest part of the palace, Munnin's confinements.

Guards led the way, you followed after. Odin behind you stepping in your footsteps.

You reached the end of the steps, entering into a dark room.

You remain next the the wall, not wanting to walk towards the glass prison that lies just ahead. You knew Munnin was inside the dimly lit room, you could sense him hidden somewhere within.

A guard walked over to the door, punching in a code to unlock it. It slid open, and immediately a familiar smell hit your nostrils, the scent of smouldering decay.

The guard walked inside the glass confinement, the room suddenly lighting up illuminating everything inside.

It felt as though all your insides suddenly dropped at seeing him, he sat at the table, his claws protracted, scraping along the hard surface.

His eyes catch yours, with a look of surprise on his face he instantly stood upright. The screeching sounds of the chair legs scraping across the floor pierced the silence. He stared, practically drooling at the sight of you.

Your stomach felt physically sick as you observed him lifting his hand, beckoning you with a come hither motion.

You felt Odins hand at the lower of your back, urging you to step forward and go to him. But you remain rooted on the spot. Suddenly apprehensive about your decision.

"Go child, we have little time as you said" Odin reminds

You look at him, but he averts his gaze. Instead looking anywhere else apart from your eyes.

You found that odd, and if you were not so desperate and your mind so clouded with Loki, you would've listened to the warning signals that suddenly ignited inside you.

You warily walk towards the opening of the door, a guard behind you making sure you couldn't retreat. Odin remained outside of the glass room, staying near the steps watching your every move.

You hear the door slide shut as you enter, but felt some relief when you see a guard remains inside with you. He shackles Munnin's hands together, then to a long chain keeping him from coming to your side of the room.

Munnin continued smirking at you as his hands were bound, eyeballing the curves of your body.

Your fingers trace the infinity bracelet, remembering what Loki said, it represents empowerment, as well as love.

You decide to put your trepidations aside, replacing your nervous demeanour with a more confident empowering image. Not letting Munnin get off on seeing you fearful.

The guard stood near the door, you strut away from him, showing you're not afraid to be unguarded.

"Peaches darling reunited at long last, how kind of you to pay me a visit, I have to admit, you've been a worthy adversary"

You push down your nervousness, hoping your voice doesn't visibly shake as you reply.

"Yes, It's a shame we won't be seeing much more of each other" sarcasm dripping from your mouth. "Your plan didn't quite work out the way you wanted it to, did it, asshole?" you smirk, thankful your voice didn't break.

"I've come to expect more from you than cheap vulgarities Peaches, it's not very lady like"

"You should know by now, I'm no Lady. I rather like my obscene language. More importantly, Loki loves what comes out of my mouth, as well as what I do with it"

Munnin looks at you in disgust, envious of Loki having had every part of your body.

"Had I captured you before you got to Asgard, maybe the night I killed that plump old lady. My plan would've gone a lot different"

"Lottie! her name was Lottie! the lady you killed in Tensir was a dear friend of mine" you admit with infuriated anger.

You try your best to remain calm, but he's pushing all your buttons, purposely trying to rile you up.

"Thanks for telling me, I do enjoy knowing the people whose lives I've touched" his cool tone only angering you more.

"Have you no remorse? She was innocent, not deserving to die!" Tears threatening to fall as you yell.

"Her fate was to die anyway!" he blurted out unintentionally, and you looked at him confused. "Her swift death by my hand was more merciful than the agonising end I foresaw coming her way. Did you know she was sick?" He asked.

You remained silent, but shook your head. "She had months of cruel and painful torment destined for her, snapping her neck quickly was my gift to her—she died a martyr, instantly going to Valhalla".

You look at him in confusion before absorbing the words he used to describe her death. Your face quickly morphed into being horror-struck, feeling last nights dinner rise up in your throat.

"That's exactly how Lottie looked before she died" he quickly said, sensing that his sickening empathy was showing. He resumed his more insane demeanour with a fit of mad laughing.

"Stop laughing, stop it!" you shriek, covering your ears as your mind begins to break, grief consuming you.

You back away to the glass, ready to run out, unable to continue the torment.

"Leave now, and I'll never invite you back. You'll never save Loki" he snaps, warning in his tone

You stop, removing your hands from your ears, Remembering you came here for Loki.

"Be a good girl and pour me a drink?" he asks, resuming his cold tone.

You take a deep breath, before obliging, walking towards a table with an array of different colour drinks in glass jugs.

"Fine, what would you like to drink?" you ask through gritted teeth.

Munnin looks at you with a lustful gaze.

"Anything wet"

You pour him a drink from the pitcher, walking cautiously towards his table. You stop a few feet away.

"Hands" you say, indicating you want his hands under the table, regardless if they're bound.

Munnin grins, "scared I'll grab you Peaches? There would be no point. Not much I could do to you with so much restraint, it really limits movement... and I'd want plenty of body movement when I have you"

You glare at him "you'll never have me" you correct him, walking to the table, placing the glass near the edge. "I think you can reach it from there, right?"

"Thank you Peaches, much appreciated. My thirst is insatiable these days. My hunger too"

He eyes your body as you back away. Licking his lips feverishly.

"On a related subject Peaches, I must confess to you. I'm giving serious thought in eating you entirely"

"Well then, it's a good thing your bound isn't it"   Your tone unconcerned, yet you strongly suspect his words to be truthful.

"Good for you, not so much for me... tell me, did you have a good childhood Peaches?" He asked curious

You roll your eyes, irked by his questions.

"Not particularly....and I'm judging by your outcome, your childhood was quite deprived?

"My childhood was a nightmare" he says nonchalantly, taking a sip of his brown coloured liquid.

You scoff amused "Well your adulthoods no golden dream"

Munnin smirks at your wit, enjoying the back and forth banter.

You on the other hand are sick of looking at his grin and hearing his condescending tone. You want to be out of this cage as fast as possible.

"I agreed to meet you, talk with you in exchange for information. I want the location of the gem Munnin"

Munnin gave you a glacial stare, his cold eyes angered that you want to leave so soon.

"You get nothing until I get something!" his cold snapping voice creeping up on you suddenly.

"The deal was to talk, nothing more" you say sternly, yet suddenly feeling anxious.

You look towards the door, making sure the guard still remains. You peek outside the glass confinements and see Odin watching, giving you some relief.

"You're nervous peaches, even with me in chains, and guards protecting you, you still quake. Don't be so feeble, you're stronger than that"

You eyed his chains, hearing them rattle as he lifted his bound hands onto the table.

Your heartbeat quickened seeing only one wrist cuffed. You hadn't noticed that before, you were sure his two wrists were cuffed when you first walked in.

Munnin smirked, seeing you notice his free hand.

"It's to write, to turn pages, to fondle myself freely. Not to worry peaches, I'm still bound to the wall, see" he proceeds to yank on the long chain bolted to the wall. The chain not reaching your part of the room.

None the less, you take two steps back. Your senses telling you to be wary.

Munnin just smirks in response, sitting back in his chair.

"The notion of good over evil will not allow you to stand idly by and watch the needless consumption of Loki's mind. Give me what I want, and you save his sanity"

"What do you fucking want Munnin! I've had enough of pointless chatter!"

"Lift up your dress!" he orders, his voice raised to your level.

"Not a fucking chance!" You bark

"Oh come now, I've seen you naked, all I ask is a peek at the colour of your knickers" he says innocently, as though his request was a simple thing

"They're white, now you know. So there really isn't any need to.."

"NO!" he yells, standing up suddenly from the table. "Let me see, or leave" his ultimatum understood clearly.

You sigh deeply, the feelings of self loathing at that moment were severe, berating yourself for giving into his demands.

You slowly raise your dress, sliding it up your legs until you exposed your underwear. You hear grunts, feeling physically repulsed at seeing Munnin have hold of his uncovered cock.

His eyes staring at your crotch as he fondled himself, his grunts getting louder as his free hand stroked himself faster.

You try to ignore your own internal judgement about yourself. It was not the time for a pity party. Loki's life was in the balance.

You withstood all you could, but now couldn't take anymore, you let go of your dress, pulling at your hem as though trying to miraculously make it longer. You didn't want him to see any more of your bare body.

He narrowed his eyes angry, stopping his pumping but keeping his hands under the table.

He leans his body to the side, looking behind you through the glass. Munnin nods slowly, you turn your body around, curious to see who he signals.

Odin stands forward revealing himself from the darkened shadows, you look at him confused, suddenly feeling scared when you see he nods back to Munnin.

You hear the door slide open and close quickly, your eyes snap towards it and see the guard that stayed within the room has now left. Leaving you alone inside the glass prison with Munnin.

Your heart rate quickened, feeling the thunderous beats against your chest. You notice the guards outside the glass slowly drawing away, retreating up the steps.

"What are you doing? Stay here!" you yell.

You suddenly hear shuffling behind you, turning back to see Munnin has disappeared from the chair. Your blood ran cold, a flutter of panic took over you as you scan the room, turning in all directions.

You make a dash for the door, punching your knuckles raw at the glass, desperately trying to get out.

You peer outside, now seeing only darkness, the light from inside the prison only illuminating a small portion of the outside.

A tall figure steps out inching towards the glass.

Your pleading eyes remain glued to Odin but he doesn't look at you.

You suddenly feel an ominous presence approach you from behind, the overwhelming scent of rot engulfing your surrounds. Your heart stopped, dread filling your body.

Hot tears begin to flow as you come to the sickening realisation, Odin has tricked you, using your love and concern for Loki to lure you down here.

You hate yourself for being such a fool, disgusted by your own naivety. 

"Be quick, and be sure to erase her memory afterwards" Odin's stern instructions to Munnin rattles your soul.

You curl your hands into a fist and bang the glass hysterically.

"Please, don't do this Allfather!" you beg.

He turns his head, still refusing to look at you.

"Do we have a deal?" his cold last words to Munnin before he leaves the dungeon.

You hear the low raspy chuckles of Munnin in your ear as he leans his body against you, his unshackled arms slowly sliding around your waist.

All the hairs on your body stood up upon hearing his voice right next to you. Your whole body trembles under his touch as you blink through salty tears.

"Oh yes, we have a deal Odin" Munnin's sly voice was full of smugness, and he pulls your body into him closing the gap. His hot breath breathing down your neck, made your stomach churn.

You continue to pound your fists vigorously against the glass, and the skin tearing around your knuckles leaves streaks of fresh blood on the glass. 

You wail out a pleading scream. "Please! ... don't leave me here Odin, Allfather! I beg you!" Your desperate cry's echoing within the glass confinement.

You watch through blurry eyes as you see Odin retreat towards the steps, despair washing over you.

Your heart jolts when you see Odin suddenly stop after climbing two steps, his hesitation giving you a glimmer of hope that he's changed his mind. You hold your breath in anticipation.

Munnin's grip on you tightened fearing Odin was about to go back on his word.

Odin turns his head finally looking into your desperate eyes, the emotion that was hidden before now showing up as guilt, he planned this all along.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to give you to him, but Loki has succumbed to his fate, you were only useful to tame Loki's evil temperament. With Loki perishing to his illness, he's no longer a threat. So I have better use for you, please my raven every now and then, and I get every secret information that's locked within his mind. You in return still get to be married to Loki's shell, but also gain a royal status, Princess of Asgard. It's the least I could do"

"I don't accept that term! I care not for titles! Don't leave me here! Please, please!"

Odin took another step but you yell out even louder, making him stop and listen "But the gem! it can save Loki! don't leave him to fade away!" you plead "I don't care about me, please save him!"

Munnin cackles in your ear, while Odin shakes his head, a glint of sadness in his eyes "I'm sorry" Odin's last words to you before he hastily ascends the steps leaving the dungeon.

Odin's guilt riddled face burned inside your memory, shock absorbing all your emotions like a sponge.

Your mind now an empty void unable to comprehend your thoughts or feelings, you were numb.

"There was never a gem was there?" your voice hollow, almost robotic. Your hot breath fogging up the glass as you speak.

"Oh, there was once a gem, but it's long been used" Munnin replies, pushing himself into you harder.

All outside noise dwindled away, you hear only your beating heart thumping within your chest.

You stare out into the darkened dungeon, your eyes unmoving from the steps, desperately waiting in hope that Odin would come back. Wishing to be on the other side of the glass.

"He deceived me, the God most admired in all the realms is full of deceit. I did nothing but love his son, and he condemned me to suffering" you grit your teeth, emotion suddenly coming back in full force, except it was all fury and anger. "I denounce him, he is no God, but a merciless demon"

"He deceived you because he wants what I have, the knowledge that's in my mind. Over the years I've hidden many rare oddities he thought I failed to procure. I never failed any of my missions, I just kept what I wanted. And now, I use it to keep me alive, every now and then I tell him the location of something he wants, in exchange for what I want. Today, I want you, next month I will want you, a year will pass and I will want you. Odin will keep you around until the end of your days for my own pleasure. Throwing you to me whenever I give him information"

"Loki won't allow it, Thor won't either" you say, more anger bubbling up.

"Loki will eventually be locked away succumbing to his illness, he won't even question where you are, as he won't remember you, and Thor will never know, how could he? Your memory will be erased, likely only finding out what's happening when you bare my child"

Your eyes widened in shock, suddenly feeling repulsed at the thought of having his baby. You force yourself to swallow the vomit that's risen in your throat.

You twist against his body defiantly, but he pushes harder, caging you with his strength.

You pant heavy feeling weak against him, berating your foolish self for trusting Odin.

"You my sweet peaches are all mine" he whispers in your ear, his tongue licking the side of your face, before his sharp teeth nip at the delicate skin on your collarbone.

Your mind was so fixated on wishing to be on the free side, you didn't feel Munnin's hands start to caress your curves.

"I feel your despair Peaches, this is what I meant when I said you'll succumb to me, I can do whatever I like to you and you'll accept it. But just remember, Odin did this to you, betrayed you, causing your mental barriers to crumble, your beautiful mind to be dissociated. Your body to become so numb and weak... not me, I simply love you. Want you, desire you. Give me your body peaches, then let's plan an attack. Let's kill Odin"

You continue to stare ahead, his words not fully sinking in, you feel so broken and deceived you don't fight his hands that now move under the fabric of your dress, caressing your bare breasts.

You hear his grunts as he nuzzles on your neck, his greedy eagerness making his touch rough, he hungrily grabs at every body part as though starved. His nails scraping your skin, your blood soaking through your dress.

He pushes your body forcefully against the glass, becoming overwhelmed with desire. Your face slams against the hard surface, causing a bruised lump to form instantly.

You close your eyes, uncaring about the banging headache that now radiates around your head. Your senses are a pitiful void, lost are your emotions, blank are your thoughts, and your feelings are just hopeless despair.

Your hopelessness convinced you it's pointless to fight the inevitable, let him have your body, Loki will fade and you'll have nothing else to live for. Even Fenrir has a grandmother who'll care for him, he too doesn't need you.

A fresh trickle of tears roll down your cheek, your skin so raw, your salty tears sting as they fall.

You stop guarding your body, no longer tensing or standing in a stance. You let your form rest against the glass, submitting to his feral lust.

You feel your dress savagely ripped from your standing form, your arms gripped and bent viciously behind your back, you wince from the pain, feeling your bone pop.

"Oops, was that a bone I hear break?" he laughs menacingly.

He pulls you up away from the glass before crashing you back down again, your head bouncing off the tough glass once more.

You blink slowly, trying to comprehend what just happened, your head swirling from the hard hit. You feel a warm trail of blood ooze from the deep gnash on your forehead.

His body is pressed so tightly against you, you found it hard to take a breath. You struggled to breathe, panting fast.

You feel him forcefully part your legs wide with his feet. The rough of his hands clawing over your soft skin.

His elongated fingers travel downwards, finding your dry folds, you purse your lips tightly, holding in a scream as you feel his finger suddenly penetrate you.

Your eyes scrunched tight as pain shot through you, his intrusive fingering sharp and rapid causing you to bleed.

He growls in disappointment when he couldn't get you to make any sound. He was hoping for loud moans of pleasure, low murmurs or even heavy breaths but you remained paralysed and silent. Numb to his abuse.

He pulled his fingers from deep inside you, unsmiling. Yanking you away from the glass, keeping your back close against his chest.

He stared ahead, griping your face, forcing you to look at your reflection in the glass.

Your eyes bloodshot, and raw, your face bloody. You see your naked self, fully wrapped in his arms. His smug face resting on your shoulder.

Munnin lifted his thin finger, using his sharp nail to slice across different parts of your body. Your arms, your stomach, your thighs. Some deep wounds, some light grazes.

The hot blood that leaked from you soaked his hand, he tasted you on his tongue before smearing blood on the reflection of your face.

He smirked "you look good covered in blood Peaches, you taste good too. I think I may just give in to my desire and eat parts of you"

At that moment you didn't care if you lived or died, you'd endured too much in too little time to want to remain. Convinced you were a worthless mortal that should never have entered this ungodly realm.

Deep hopelessness engulfed you, you wished he'd kill you there and then.

"That's it peaches, surrender to me" he says feeling your slouched body and unbothered demeanour.

He picks you up in his arms, your body and mind too weak to hold yourself stiff. Your arms flop to the side as he holds you.

He carries you over to the bed, throwing you down on the hard mattress. You feel the springs dig into your flesh, your wounds bleeding profusely, staining the white sheets.

"I finally have you where you belong, on my bed, ready to be fucked over and over. I'm long past the point of caring whether you enjoy it or not, oneday I desired that, but now, I'm resuming my selfish ways. I do this for my pleasure alone"

You lay there, silently staring up into space. All your body was hurting, yet you wished for more pain if it meant stopping your heart. You longed for death.

He peers down at you, his jaw clenched. Your submissiveness starting to grate on him. He wants you lively, displaying some fight at least.

He protracts his claws again, sitting on the edge of the bed. With one sharp nail he glides it along your leg, cutting through your skin like a razor blade creating pretty patterns in your flesh.

Your body tensed from the pain, the stinging sensation like a raw burn.

He observes your anguished expression, impressed how you bite down the pain. Still refusing to make noise.

"Seems I'm not harsh enough, I can't get so much as a whimper out of you"

His claw suddenly left your skin, instead you feel Munnin grab your hand, lifting it up in-front of you.

You watch as he pinches the tip of each finger, deciding which one he'll settle for. His fingers suddenly stop at your pinky finger.

Sudden fear gripped you, fearing an intense pain about to unfold at any moment, you anticipate him breaking the bone of your small finger.

Your eyes grew wide, and glassy, clenching your jaw, he smirks as he watches you prepare yourself for a world of pain.

Your mouth suddenly gaped open, your shriek echoing so loud it vibrated the glass. You hear your bone crunch inside his mouth, as he chews on your small finger, having bit it cleanly away from your hand.

Blood gushed from what was left of your digit, now only a small nub remaining.

You grip you finger instinctively, applying pressure to stop the blood from flowing. You watch in horror as he devours your body part, his pleasureful moans emanating across the room.

"Good girl, keep hold of that wound, stop the bleeding. I wouldn't want you to bleed to death. You're mine for the duration of your lifespan, I want that life to be long" he speaks with a full mouth, the flesh of your finger getting stuck in his teeth.

You suddenly let go, allowing your blood to rush from your body. You want to die, you wonder why you're prolonging your suffering by putting pressure on your wound.

"Ah ah ah, naughty Peaches" he quickly tied a piece of string around the base of your nubby finger, using it as a tourniquet, stopping the flow of blood from gushing out.

Once he finished chewing and swallowing your finger, he gently lowered his body on top of you. Deciding to be a bit more gentler seeing as you're already in a lot of bodily pain. He doesn't want you to black out.

"Would you like to taste yourself Peaches?" His already foul breath mixed with the metallic of your blood made you wretch.

You clamp your lips together, forcing them closed tight. But he just smirks in response, his lips crashing down, engulfing yours.

His long slimy tongue pushed its way inside your mouth effortlessly, transferring the remnants of your chewed skin into your mouth.

You turned your head to the side, spitting out the debris but his hand gripped your face holding it steady, ready to continue kissing you.

You grabbed his hand and moved it to your throat, forcing his fingers around your neck tight. His eyes stare down at you in surprise.

"Choke me" you murmur

He looks at you dumbfounded "you wish to die?"

Your eyes locked gaze with his, shocking him, you never look at him willingly and finally looking directly at each other at such close contact made him feel a strange feeling. One he has tried so hard over the years to bury. Empathy.

"I wish to be free from torment"

He looks at you angrily "don't be so weak, so Puny. Instead of wishing to end your life, fight to save it...make it your life's mission to make those that made you suffer, pay!..... fight me! fight Odin! Fight everyone who displeases you! Make them fear you!"

You look at him confused, he's egging you on to be as wicked as him. But oddly it's riling you up, and making you feel stronger.

You push at his body hard causing him to roll off you and hit the ground.

He stares up at you, desire brewing within him.

"There's my fighter" he said impressed.

Your eyes glared at him, red with anger.

You back away towards the glass, picking up your torn dress, wrapping it around you and fastening it in place with knots.

Munnin stands from the floor smiling, finally getting the response he wanted from you.

"Oh I do love when they squirm"