The next day, Serenity is long awake before the servant's feet scuttle by her room. She sits up, tired but refreshed. She decides Loki can wait a little bit extra. She walks into an adjoining washroom, shutting the cloth door behind her and tying it shut. She strips,barely able to keep avoiding the large mirror that takes up a large portion of the wall. She starts to fill the tub, seeing a small waterfall-like fountain in the corner. She fills the tub one bucket at a time, lugging it back and forth. When the tub is nearly full, her stomach roars in hunger. She sighs to herself, but remembers the promise she make Thor once he saw, yesterday night, that she hadn't eaten in two to three days. In fact, the whole time she had been here. She stops, astounded that it's only been four days.

Four days and she spoke to a horse. Steve couldn't even get her to smile in several months. At that thought, she feels guilty. She lights the fire below the tub to warm the water. She, with a wave of her hand, makes sure the fire can't do anything except warm the water. She sighs before approaching her clothes and putting them all back on. She walks into the servant kitchen, instantly overwhelmed. Not even bothering to gracefully swerve in and out of people, she lumbers to the table and sits. She ignores the wide-eyed glances. It must be odd for a servant to sit and eat, taking their time. Especially for royalty. She piles her large plate, which was just laying on the table, and starts shoveling large spoonfuls of some sort of oatmeal in her mouth.

It's sweet, nearly unpleasantly so. It tastes like butterscotch and caramel candies. Serenity keeps eating, her body suddenly aching from lack of food. When her bowl is scooped, and licked, clean, she takes several pieces of meat and drops it on her plate too. Her abdomen is aching from the fullness of her stomach. She keeps eating, barely savoring the hearty, spicy taste of the meat.

"You eat like a pig." Someone says. Serenity glances from the side of her vision, seeing s servant eyeing her with distaste, a deep scowl on her features. Serenity cocks a brow, but keeps silent. The servant doesn't deserve her words, anyways. "Disgusting." The servant mutters.

Serenity's mind flashes to when she was being beaten, being told over and over again that her mere existence is disgusting. Her arms start to quiver, and the fork and knife falls to the ground. She stands, slowly sauntering towards the servant, her unkempt hair hanging low over her face, hiding her features. The servant gasps, realizing she was backed into a corner. Serenity cages her in her arms, keeping her head low.

"Shut up." Serenity growls, before turning and whisking out the door, leaving dirty utensils on the floor and a servant who is near fainting from panic.

"Hello." Loki greets Serenity as she walks into his cell. She offers a small smile towards the god, setting his platter of food down on his small table. She walks, with a bounce in her step, to the bookcase and begins scanning the titles. When she looks hard enough, the words blur and suddenly she understands what they say. She pulls out a title that seems familiar and settles down on one of the two chairs. Loki notices, right away, that she didn't sit in the corner. A slight smirk tugs one corner of his mouth up. The voice, always at the back of his mind, begins the whispering. He can't understand a single word, but knows that it wants to hurt her. His smirk disappears.

"Hi."

He almost missed it, the reply after three pages being turned. It was barely a whisper. He turns his head, seeing her staring at him. She's scratching at something under the mask. Some part of him hopes it doesn't bother her, or cause her any discomfort. He pushes the feeling, and hope, away. He rises, taking a seat across from her. He begins eating. She keeps an intent stare at the book, though he can notice the words are coming to her mind easier than they had been. He leans slightly closer, just barely, and intently gazes at her. She's familiar, nearly achingly so.

His mind stops after it comes to a single conclusion. she's why Thor is upset, and why Odin has not yet chosen his fate. He's busy with other matters. Her. After more than half of a Midgardian week, his eyes widen as memories sprout to the surface of his mind. He was in love with her, so many centuries ago. Through that time, his heart had begun to seek out other loves. That is why he has so many children. Hel, Fenrir, Sleipnir, Jörmungandr. His two other boys. A thin sheen of tears, barely visible, dulls his bright emerald eyes.

"Hi." he says in a softer tone, reminiscing about his children. He averts his eyes from her, knowing she doesn't have family. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, one of his guards walks in and grips her arm. Her eyes widen, and before she can react she's yanked from her hair and from the cell. Loki, stunned, quickly jumps to his feet and goes to the barrier, unable to touch it due the shock that would render him unconscious. He watches silently, with a grim expression f curiosity and slight, hidden worry as she doesn't even fight the guard that holds her arms behind her. He's leading her to the throne room, he can tell.

In the throne room

Odin paces, having sent the guards to fetch who he thinks is Goddess Serenity. He can remember her piercing turquoise eyes any day of his life. Though they've lost the life and love that once filled them, now overflowing with despair and loneliness. It had taken longer than he thought for his sons to forget about her. Loki drowned himself in other maidens, seeking hands like tricks. Thor had taken to visiting many women, but never marrying. Thor, too, had children yet they were forgotten, sometimes even by the God himself. Odin feels like he's failed, both as king and as a father.

He stays still, though his body wishes for him to pace in front of his throne. That shows restlessness, weakness. Instead, he stares at the grand doors, waiting for her to enter. By the time she does, he's not prepared for the look of panic to cross her features and remain as soon as she gains a glance at him. She's starting to remember. Odin thinks to himself grimly. He knows it must be done, for better or for worse. By the time she's forced onto her knees in front of the grand steps, his features once again are cold and indifferent.

She's breathing heavily, not even trying to hide it. She's terrified. He slams his staff on the floor, making her flinch and recoil. A part of him wonders what she remembered. Most likely not the kindness he bestowed upon her for years, thinking of her as a non-related niece of some sort. And she had stabbed him in the back. He turns his melancholy feelings into anger, as he was taught to do by his father.

"Goddess Serenity." He booms. The guards all blink to cover the weariness they feel for their king. Odin inwardly wails. He wasn't always this ruthless. He had once been a young man, just as Thor. And he had fallen in love with Frigga. He scowls at the thought, turning that, too, into bitterness. Bitterness directed towards Serenity. "I will give you all of your memories," All. At. Once. "In that time, you will be put in the dungeons. You are a new prisoner of Asgard." I hope you are unused to eating. "Dismissed." Odin finishes, with a single flick of his hand.

Serenity starts sobbing, silently, as she is dragged from the room. Odin feel guilt ball in his stomach. He turns his head with disgust towards himself, feeling a sheen of tears covering his eye. He bites down on his tongue. The tears disappear. His ravens caw on either side of his great throne. A reminder.

Serenity starts struggling as the guard pushes her down the stairs roughly. He had pushed her over several times already, and bruises were starting to blossom across her skin. She hisses in pain, trying to pull away as his metal gloves pinch and dig into her pale skin. Already, her mind is being plagues by a thousand voices. Her vision is blurry. She can't control her limbs. She can barely hear herself crying out in the unbearable agony. Within those seven years, she could go through the pain by thinking of anything else. Now, she would trade nearly anything to go back. To never have met Loki. To have never nodded at him,gain his interest.

She squirms pathetically, her legs limply dragging on the floor behind her. She can't hear any more. The voices -laughter, crying, shouting, and angry bellows- fill her mind. She can't control herself. Pathetic whimpers leave her lips. It draws the attention of Loki, who was reading. He lifts his head, only to see a sweating, whimpering Serenity begin dragged by. By her hair, fisted in a gloved hand. Loki, overcome with an unexplainable anger, throws himself at the shield.

"Put her in here." He demands, giving the guard threatening glare he can. The guard scoffs, but then pauses. A dark smirk crosses the guards face.

"Ahh, your whore isn't she?" He says, but throws her into his cell. She hits the floor harshly, her honey blond hair strewing across her face and the floor. Blood seeps from below her mask. Throwing another glare at the guard, he pis her up with gentle arms and sets her on his thin cot. He surveys her, seeing several bruises peeking from under the tunic he let her keep. He doesn't hesitate to push up the sleeve. Scars are still white against the dark bruises. He swallows harshly.

Her silence is worrying him. He can feel her pain, radiating off of her in tsunamis. He winces, before pressing two fingers against her arm. Brows arched down in frustration and concentration, the bruises slowly fade into her skin, healing. The scars stay. Sweat rolls from her skin, soaking through the green tunic.

He turns to one of his personal guards, both rarely speaking to any one."She needs cold water and a rag. Please." He hates begging, but he needs to know what Odin did. He can remember her. The act of holding hands. How they would escape the palace, only to roam in the forest. Serenity never went farther than holding hands, though they had slept in the same bed once. She had a nightmare, only it came true days later. A servant had seen her walk into Loki's room, but hadn't seen how she was shaking from fright, or ehard Loki's calming whispers until she fell asleep, hugging him.

Looking down at her, his eyes water.

She has to be the Serenity he loves, even if it takes years for her to come free of her shell.

She starts shaking, her skin paling even more. The pale skin makes her look sick. He remembers her having perfectly sun-kissed skin, with always light pink cheeks and a perfect smile. She never used cosmetics, even when his mother tried to get her too. She remained hopeful that people should rely on love, not looks. That's why he fell in love with her. Barely children, he hadn't known what the warm feeling was inside of him.

He wouldn't know until years later, when he boldly laced their fingers. A small smile grows on his face. mall tears run down his cheeks. He jerks his head, seeing his mother from the corner of his eye, smiling at him with her hands palm up. Though she is gone, he knows her spirit is there. He raises his hands, palm down and puts them where hers once were. A silent way of saying 'I love you'.

He grips into Serenity's hand, sending his small supply of magic into her as he moves himself into her mind with determination to help her through whatever Odin is putting her through. Whatever it is, whatever the cost, he's going to help her remember herself. He's going to help her to remember him. He loves her to much to let go, his heart finally remembers why he became so empty.

So, many of you guessed that she's the Goddess of Serenity. But... are you right?~~~~