Time To Die In This Perfect World
By: Monkan

Pairing: Thor/fem!Loki, Others.
Copyrights: I own nothing; all credit goes to Marvel and the mythology. Nor any other products/names/titles that might be mentioned.
Warning: F/M, M/M, F/F, Rape, Torture, etc.
Genre: Supernatural, Angst, Romance, Tragedy, Drama, Thriller, Mystery.

Full Summary: "I will never betray you. I will always be you faithful. I will always love you for as long as you live. So let the fire burn and make those who hurt you pay." the demon whispered in her ear. Loki's been hated by those around her, her family give her no love, and bullied to the point of torture. The last thing she learned was that her hellish illusions was no illusions.

A/N: Because this is a fem!Loki stories I will make a deal with you; if you want this to continue then please leave a review. It doesn't matter how small or long, if you want to read more then let me know what you think. If you've read "Dual Blood" or any other of my stories then you will know it will be worth it.

~ Prologue ~

The chanting around her was growing as the phrase repeated and repeated for several minutes. Her bound hands and legs made it impossible for her to flee, and the gag over her small mouth muffled her cries. Her crystal green eyes burning with tears as her fear grew into a panic and she wanted to beg for help.

The older teens around her was holding hands in a circle as the flicker of a candle made the old barn dance with shadows. Her fragile mind was crying out for anyone to save her.

The chanting grew stronger as the stench of old rotten straw began to fade and be replaced by a rancid smell and the shadows pulled closer and closer, reaching for her.

The shadows changed in her eyes until hundreds of hands was reaching for her.

Her tears drenched her cheek as she cried out against the gag. Her cheek stung for a second and a pair of piercing yellow eyes opened in the shadows and swallowed her whole world.

Loki sat up with a jerk as the sweat on her back cooled down in the darkness. Her chest pumping in and out air that made her mind calm down and bring her back to herself.

She knew it was just a memory. Not a dream made up by her mind, but a real to the world memory. She saw it often in her sleep. It was the one reoccurring memory in her life she dreamed about. Thankfully most of her other memories was blocked and wouldn't disturb her sleep. The only time she could escape from the world and everything.

Pushing aside the blanket she put her hand against the mattress to push herself up. Bruises and cuts littered against her creamy white skin. The white chemise she wore almost blended in and the gray boxer panties she wore gave away her fit, slender body.

Without much fuss or hesitation she walked over to her desk and pulled open the top drawer, revealing three small plastic bottles of prescripted medicines. Picking up one without reading the label she tipped it over and a pill landed in her hand.

Solely out of habit did she flung her hand back, bringing her head back along with it, sending the pill down her throat and swallowed it without complain. It scraped against the back of her throat and she felt more alive where others would have just found discomfort.

She didn't wait for the pill to take effect before she returned to her bed, waiting for dreamless sleep to take her.

Before she laid down she glared into the corner of her room where a figure stood smirking at her, almost leering at her to say anything.

Without giving a rats ass about the intruder she turned over, showed her back to the intruder and counted the seconds before she sunk into oblivion.

Although she wouldn't remember her new dreams, they were filled with burning fire, screams, and agony. And through the chaos stood a single figure, laughing like a maniac.

TBC