King of Asgard, kicked out...

Loki couldn't see anything in front of him. It felt as though the walls kept stretching ahead with nothing but golden light gleaming amidst it. He couldn't understand the purpose of hiding a golden room with nothing inside it. Or maybe…Loki simply couldn't see what it contained yet. He immediately stretched out his senses and perceived the whole space, sizing it up. Loki closed his eyes; It was a huge room which was the exact same size encompassing upstairs' entire structure.

The entire space was sparkling with a pure golden glow which was warm to the eye, but there was nothing to be seen from where he stood near the closed door. It was as if he were standing directly beneath the sun, minus the heat.

Loki slowly began moving ahead, taking one cautious step at a time. Glancing about, his head suddenly began filling with questions. 'What was this chamber? Why is it hidden? Why is it shimmering? What is it that he is feeling right now? And how didn't he feel it before, even after being in this house for so long? Loki felt light headed yet he kept walking ahead, clutching his head gingerly by his palm.

The room was so brightly lit that it appeared to be a golden void of nothingness. There was nothing on either side of the room. The walls were blank and bathed in the light. He suddenly stopped in mid-track; the wall at his sides had bifurcated into two at a short distance, dividing the chamber into two opposite ends of more open area.

Walking briskly ahead, Loki was about to glance at his right when he paused in mid-tilt of his head; he saw something twinkle from the corner of his left eye. Loki slowly turned in its direction, facing the far distant wall that had caught his attention. But, there was no wall.

Loki gasped audibly.

Instead of a wall, a blend of colours connected the floor to the roof at the very end of the left side. Loki narrowed his eyes; it wasn't a mere blend of different colours, but they were several single-coloured, thinly translucent, vertical sheet-like layers standing so close to each other that it look as if it were one single blend of a wall from the angle where he stood. Loki slowly went ahead to take a proper look at it. He halted in the fourth step.

As if his eyes were suddenly jerked open, Loki could understand what the colours represented. The first vertical layer was a light shade of purple. The one's behind it were Indigo, blue, green, yellow, orange and red respectively. Loki didn't get enough time to fathom over the rainbow coloured mystical sight he was witnessing. His attention had been caught by a kaleidoscopic effect the walls were glowering amongst them. Loki's eyes twinkled with excitement as he saw the source of the golden light swarming the entire room contained right within the mystical layers.

A small, diamond-shaped stone, emitting a bright golden light was floating in midair, right in the middle of the rainbow coloured translucent wall. It was the same shape of the gold engraving that had appeared on the marble tile of the bar-floor before revealing the underground stairs.

The stone stood hovering between the vertical colours of rainbow as though it was a shield of some sort. Loki stared at the glorious sight with bated breath, his face glowing under the light as his face cracked into a thin grin. He was fond of stones. Loki started walking towards it to reach the very beginning of the rainbow wall.

Suddenly, the whole room turned a blinding green.

It felt as if someone had turned a switch for swapping the gold colour of the entire room to turn it into a piercing emerald. Loki's entire body was bathed in green. He heard a light hissing in the air and he quickly looked ahead at the wall. He blinked in confusion.

The stone had stopped emitting the glow and remained a solid chunk of gold, with no shimmer whatsoever.

Loki quickly glanced around the room, the walls were bathed in green, and the rainbow wall had completely vanished, leaving the stone frozen in mid-air, supported by nothing. It looked odd without the wall. Loki wondered if it had willingly cancelled out the enchantment to provide his powerful self with the opportunity of wielding it. He halted a few inches away from the gold, diamond-shaped-chunk of a stone.

'The glitter was a bit much for me, anyway,' Loki smirked, moving forward to pick up the stone by his fingers.

'Loki,' called a horrifyingly familiar voice from behind him. Loki froze. 'Look at me, Loki,' said the voice again, with a mixture of pain and desperation.

Loki turned around and scoffed bitterly. 'You are not real.'

'But, I am,' said Frigga. 'Don't do this. You are better than this!' she said, moving towards him as he stayed rooted on the ground.

'Am I?' he asked laughingly. Loki's fingers distractedly touched the pendant dangling from his neck-chain inside his clothes. He shook his head, sharply withdrawing his hand. He looked at his mother's figure with a hint of accusation as if she had told him to touch it. Frigga came towards him, halting a mere inch away.

'Even if you don't think so, the family sleeping upstairs do. This power cannot be wielded, my son,' she said looking at him and touching his face by her palm. Loki closed his eyes as soon as he felt his mother's touch on his cheek, his heart aching with uncertainty over what to feel.

'Oh, Loki. You are capable of so many things, yet you choose chaos over chance, choice, and most importantly change! You are still a boy, Loki, a boy I am so proud of!'said Frigga. Loki sharply opened his eyes to look at her. Frigga withdrew her hand to move away from him.

'Wait! What do you mean by chance?' asked Loki, but Frigga was already turning away.

'Your heart is in the right place, Loki. Don't allow mischief to meddle with your mind. You have served your purpose by coming in here and you can leave now. I love you, my son' she said and disappeared. He couldn't understand a word of her second-last statement, but he did feel a pang of pain inside his chest over her final one. Loki closed his eyes, a tear drop falling from his cheek and onto the floor he was standing on – the living room floor.

Loki opened his eyes to find himself beside the bar, standing exactly where he'd stood before opening the floor. Everything happened so quickly, he couldn't understand when or how he had appeared in the living room. Loki felt like screaming. He knew it wasn't his mother, yet he had frozen at her sight, and her touch.

Loki's chest gleamed green for a moment and he teleported directly into Nevaeh's room. She was fast asleep on her bed, the sun beginning to rise outside the adjacent window. She looked peaceful, like no conflicts struggled in her conscience, no worrisome thoughts she needs to run away from, no burdens or responsibilities. All that peace even after having a secret unknown power source inside her colourful, underground basement, that had just shoved Loki out of its fortress.

'What in the universe are you?' he whispered before teleporting back into his own room.

Loki couldn't stop thinking about it.The sight of his mother had left him dishevelled. He wanted to yell out that she wasn't his mother the moment she had called him her son, but he just couldn't bring himself to do that. He had good reason to shout that, too, because she wasn't his mother! That was just a trick to stop him from taking what he wanted. But, how? How could a puny stone mess with his mind? His powerful mind which was immune to almost every sort of manipulation? The answer was clear; the stone was somehow more powerful than he was. If he'd taken it, he would've been busy unravelling its secrets right now! Yet, he had frozen at the very sight of his mother. Why? What has turned you so soft? Nothing has changed! You are still ruling Asgard, while your mother won't leave Odin's bed-side! And Thor, that oaf needs to be dealt with, Loki thought to himself.

He knew that he had forbidden Thor's return to Asgard and that nobody could do anything to help Thor without committing treason, which if they did commit, then he shall have all of their heads, including Thor's! Loki decided to pay Thor a visit, and he already had an iron clad deceit in mind which would ensure that Thor would never return to Asgard! As far as the stone was concerned, it was only a matter of time before Loki wielded its power.