I Know I Shouldn't

Part 2

Loki POV

I'd tried to tell her.

I'd tried to warn her not to attack that damned thing, whatever it be. I hadn't want her to get herself killed, like clearly the other guards were doing.

Why couldn't that woman listen?

I sighed as I knelt beside where she lay, her and half of the prison on its back from her opening my cell. She was unconscious, bleeding everywhere from what looked like a piece of her own sword embedded in her side.

Lovely.

I cast my eyes around, seeing others were stirring, finding their way to their feet. The creature that had started all this was currently down, but already it moved.

I didn't have much time.

We didn't.

I turned, snagging one fallen guards helmet and quickly tugging it on, not wanting to be noticed. My magic was currently weak from being imprisoned, it would need time to build back up.

I shuffled, then lifted Dreyna's arm around my shoulder, lifting her up into my arms easily. Her head fell back, exposing the cuts on her cheek, her parted red lips.

She'd always had the fairest of skin, all blonde hair and legs for the longest until she'd grown into herself. She was stunning, I'd never understood why she'd chosen to watch over the dungeons.

A foolish sense of duty I suppose.

Time to go.

I swept forward into the fumbling, addled chaos of men and women, trying to regain their bearings. Dreyna had known exactly what she was doing when she'd opened my cell, although I wasn't sure if she'd been hoping I'd die or not from the explosion.

I supposed I'd find that part out later.

I knew the Asgard palace like the back of my hand, I'd grown up wandering the halls. I'd learned all the secret passageways, all the cracks in its walls. I knew how to get out of this place without being detected.

I glanced down at the woman I carried, knowing I was foolish for saving her. She'd been my warden this past year, ensuring my imprisonment was everlasting.

She'd never once looked at me, never spoke to me, never even acknowledged my existence in the dungeons on any of her patrols.

I understood, of course. I'd heard of her father's death, but I'd thought she would have been more excited that the old tyrant was gone.

They'd never gotten along, she was his only child and he'd been so protective of her she rarely went anywhere not under his thumb. She'd never left Asgard, not to my knowledge.

Alas, it was none of my business. She'd send me that awful scowl of hers if I inquired, she had never liked sharing her family life with me or anyone.

I couldn't imagine it had been that pleasant then.

I frowned, glancing behind me as I noticed some of the former prisoners following me, yelling and chasing after me. Everyone was busy with the fact there was a prison riot and attack, so I knew I would have no assistance.

I couldn't even escape prison peacefully!

Ridiculous!

I glanced down at Dreyna, then behind me again in annoyance. I could always leave her behind, I should, I'd be able to get away much faster.

I knew I shouldn't take her with me, but if I had left her she would have surely died. Trampled on, finished off by some of the prisoners --- she didn't deserve to go out that way.