TITLE: What I see

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1

AUTHOR: simplegirl42

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine, the reason why Loki doesn't often use his magic to read peoples' thoughts and memories is that when he does this to someone, they get a glimpse inside his head at the same time.

A/N: This short chapter is based on the above tumblr prompt I read. Depending on how many follows and reviews I get, I might continue this piece. I wanted to try my hand at writing Loki and I want to know if I am any good at his character. So please review and share your thoughts with me. This story is completely up in the air with many possibilities that I would love to hear feedback on. :)

"You?... Why have you come?"

Angelica stood in front of the tall glass wall that kept Loki locked away. After his crimes on Midgard it was only fitting. He had bought chaos to the innocence and found no guilt in it. He only felt at home in the misery and Angelica knew why.

Her eyes were filled with sympathy as Loki stood away from the glass, looking puzzled. His features were not pleased by her presence and she knew he was stumped as to why she would be here.

She knew he would remember her. How could he not? For she was his first test subject.

Angelica could recall the event quite clearly when she was a younger prepubescent much like Loki was. Loki had only began experimenting with his magical prowess. He even created quite a mess or two that she had to clean up. It was her job as a servant to the castle.

She made sure the floors and armor were polished, clothes were pressed and primed, and that everything in the palace shined so brightly. She wasn't the only servant that had this duty but her section was mainly the West Wing corridors where Loki resided along with Odin's treasure room. It was her duty to keep everything spotless to the best of her ability and Loki made sure to take advantage of that.

Angelica could remember being frustrated many times when Loki made her life harder than it needed to be. She had always bit her tongue, not wanting to react. She took each careless mess with patience and grace. She figured when he started doing this that he wanted her to snap. She wasn't going to give it to him.

She had always wondered why Loki wanted to cause trouble until that fateful day when Loki decided he had enough of her silence. His cold hand had gripped her head and she could remember the fuzzy feeling of her mind being read. However, despite the oddity of the feeling what came second was thoughts and feelings that did not belong to her.

There was anger. There was hurt. There was confusion. A sense of identity was lacking. What was his purpose? Who was he? Why was he different? He knew none of the answers.

Why did his father Odin treat him so differently? Why was Thor the favorite child? Why was he belittled by his father? How come his father did not love him as much as his brother?

The list of questions rang on inside of Loki's head and Angelica could feel the turmoil behind such thoughts. Memories that were not her own played in her head. Visions of Odin's cold gaze. Visions of Thor as a child and his loving laughter as they had played together. A memory of his mother Frigga, soothing back Loki's hair and comforting him. Then lastly, there was a glimpse of a reflection Loki saw in the mirror. It was an image of himself, but he wasn't Asgardian. Instead he was blue with blood-rimmed eyes. He was a Jotun.

That was when the memories stopped as Loki ripped his hand away from Angelica's head. He was out of breath and his eyes were in shock. Angelica had frozen in place as she had to process what had just happened. Her mind no longer felt fuzzy and all she heard inside her own head was herself.

Soon the feelings of intrusion and hurt filled her. She knew that Loki had been in her mind, but looking upon his own shocked eyes, he had realized she had seen into his mind too. Anger soon overcame him as he had threatened her that day. He threatened her to never speak of what had happened, unless she would like an accident to befall on her.

Too scared and stunned to speak, she had nodded. She obliged. She never told anyone of that day. She never told anyone what Loki had done to her or what she had seen of Loki.

Now years later, here she was. She had never forgotten that day although she hardly saw Loki unless it was from afar. She figured maybe he didn't like what he saw of her. What he read of her thoughts. That she was of no longer of interest to him. That he abandoned her like a forgotten toy when a child grows up. Or perhaps, maybe Loki didn't like what she saw of him.

Looking in the disgruntled face of Loki, Angelica felt no fear and no anger. She did not pity him but emphasized with him.

"To gander at the great God of Mischief," Angelica responded eloquently. She held her head high and had her hands folded in her lap.

Loki scowled; his glare heating up. "Do not think you are better than I. For you are a mere slave to the King of Odin and I am only his prisoner."

"You were once his son," Angelica mentioned.

"I was never his son!" Loki spat, venomously.

"I know that's what you believe," she added softly, referring to his memories as a child.

Loki's fuming had ceased at that. His eyes scanning over her compassionate features.

"I don't need your pity," he commented, disgusted. He turned away from her preparing to ignore her as he grabbed a book and went to sit back at his chair.

"No. You don't need my pity and I'm not here to offer it." Angelica responded, patiently.

Loki didn't take his eyes off the page.

She had years of experience serving within the palace being invisible, being spoken at, being quiet, being courteous, and being collected. Servants don't get to rant. Servants don't get to add their opinion. Servants are shadows along the walls. They hear and see everything. They are observers and Angelica found it was time to stop observing.

"In fact, I know the one thing you crave more than anything."

Loki's eyes snapped up quickly to Angelica's as he was at the glass wall again in an instant. He peered down at her, glaring heavily.

"Do not think you can hold anything over me. You are mere swine. I can bring an end to you and everything you love," Loki threatened.

"I've never doubt your power. You can bring the end to me. You can burn all of the seven realms, but that will not make anyone love you," Angelica stated coolly, not showing a hint of fear.

"Love?! You think I seek love?!" Loki scoffed at the mere notion.

"You seek acceptance… which is why you wish to rule Asgard, but they don't love you and that is why you chose to rule in fear," Angelica stated knowingly.

Loki's eyes narrowed, his hostility simmering down. He smirked.

"I will make you fear me," Loki seethed smoothly.

Angelica nodded, turning to walk away.

"That won't stop me from loving you."

Loki froze at that, not expecting that answer. Before he could stay another word or react, Angelica had already left, leaving Loki to stew over their encounter.