You Reap What You Sow

Loki told her everything that he'd done since he'd met her; deceived her in little ways, keeping the track unnecessarily muddy, the piece of cloth which was also happened to be a fold-out house, the sudden change of scenery, etc. She listened carefully. Loki was telling her how he'd teleported to the palace while she was sleeping upstairs and had managed Asgard's affairs.

Nevaeh couldn't believe that she had remained oblivious of Loki's lies and had genuinely believed that Loki was just a normal one. 'So when you offered to show me the way, you created an illusion of yourself to rule the palace?' Nevaeh asked slowly, wondering if she heard that correctly.

'To rule Asgard, yes,' Loki corrected her.

Nevaeh shook her head. 'Why would you do that? Why not send an illusion with me, while you live your dream?' she asked. 'Why didn't you stay at the palace? And how do I even know that you weren't an illusion when you were with me, as well? While your actual self was busy running another twisted errand?' Nevaeh asked scathingly. It was more than plausible!

Loki rolled his eyes. 'You know very well that I was with you and that I was no illusion, not even for a second!' he snapped.

Nevaeh's hand began emitting green smoke. She tried to scratch her stinging palm and wrist, when Loki quickly stopped her, thinking hard. Loki didn't understand why her palm was burning green again. He had not been an illusion when he had accompanied her! Then why?

Nevaeh shook Loki's hand off and again tried to scratch her palm, unable to understand why it was having a colourful outburst again, out of the blue.

Loki's eyes widened as he thought hard about his words. Somehow being invisible was being counted as an illusion here, because he had been invisible in front of her on Earth once. 'I was not an illusion for more than a few minutes!' he hastily blurted out.

The green smoke on Nevaeh's hand faded away. She glanced back and forth at her hand and at Loki. 'Is – is my hand burning when you lie? Because both the times, you said something first and my hand started to hurt. Then you corrected your statement and it immediately stopped. Loki, what kind of twisted, Asgardian voodoo have you pulled on me?' Nevaeh asked, through wide, bulging eyes.

'It appears to be some ancient curse of imbalance, but nothing that cannot be fixed,' he added as he caught Nevaeh's eyes growing wider.

'You cursed me?' she hushed slowly, deeply annoying him.

'I am trying to fix it! I did not do this, but your hand seems to be acting up when I say anything – untrue,' Loki finished the last word in a mumble.

'THEN –STOP –LYING!' Nevaeh yelled exasperatedly. 'It is not that difficult, Loki! God! What is wrong with you? What will happen at the most if you tell me everything about yourself?' she shrilled.

'You would think less of me!' snapped Loki.

Nevaeh ran her good hand through her hair. She couldn't understand Loki's logic for lying. 'Sweetie, I thought this was clear, but I will make this clearer for you, anyway.' Nevaeh was speaking very slowly as if Loki were some green coloured parrot who had just learnt the art of talking and understanding the spoken words. 'What I think of you – at the moment – is you being a liar, a traitor and a greedy, murderer-in-making. Nothing can top that. So, unless you want to start telling me the truth now, I am leaving from here,' Nevaeh finished, taking a ridiculous amount of time to properly pronounce every single word.

Loki looked into her eyes. All he could see was a sense of hatred mixed with confusion reflecting back at him. After all the troubles Loki had went through; the illusions, the lies, the fake stories and the fake heroic sacrifices he had performed, they all were going down in the eternal drain, right in front of him. Loki felt like screaming at the top of his lungs. Instead, he came to a conclusion of not giving a damn about the consequences and let her have it all.

'You want the truth? Fine,' Loki fixed her in a stare. 'Everything was a lie; there were no creatures. I wasn't beaten up. I abandoned you on purpose, sat there invisibly and watched you while you were sitting next to a tree. I staged everything; the creatures, their houses, my captive state. That is why my wounds healed as soon as we came across your parents, because there were no wounds and I sure as hell wasn't going to present myself with a bloody face!' Loki yelled in a single breath.

Nevaeh's face grew blanker with every word he spoke, the reality hitting her harder than it ever did. She had put her faith in the worst kind of guy; someone who lies for no reason at all and gains amusement from other's pain.

Out of the sudden, Loki was feeling incredibly anxious. In the next moment, he felt his heart racing faster than a race horse. He clutched his chest. His head was filling with voices. Whispers. Screams. Suddenly, his left hand felt like someone was slicing it repeatedly with a hot knife and was lit on invisible fire. He keeled over on the ground groaning loudly. Despite having a second to think about anything, he was suddenly feeling uncontrollably confused, betrayed, wronged, and incredibly hurt; both emotionally and physically. 'What – what is happening to me?'

Nevaeh approached him slowly, staring at his shivering body on the floor. She plunged her wand in thin air. Loki's eyes began burning; tears were dripping from his eyes. He couldn't understand what was happening! His brain felt like it would split into two. 'Nevaeh,' he grunted, 'please. I am sorry.'

She cackled shrilly. 'Now you feel like uttering those magic words, huh? You sick jerk! You haven't apologized to me once for all that you did! And now when you are in pain, you feel like apologizing? It's just to stop the pain, isn't it? Well, guess what, your highness! The pain is never going to stop!' She plunged her wand again.

'Ahh!' Loki screamed. 'What are you doing to me?'

'Oh, nothing serious. You are just feeling exactly what I felt all the times when I came close to discovering your lies, and also when I finally did,' she explained calmly. 'The difference is you are feeling all the agony in this one moment.'

'Please, make it stop!' Loki said, gasping for breath.

'Intolerable, isn't it?' she laughed. 'At first you felt the anxiety that came with you abandoning me in the forest. Then, the crippling fear I suffered when I found out you were willing to die just to get me home! Then, the anger of when I found you beaten to death and had to rescue you! After that, the sheer horror of witnessing your conversation with the Frost giant. Shortly after which I found out you were the King. Now, you must be feeling what I felt during our confrontation, seeing that you just cannot stop your tears,' she noted.

'Nevaeh, I beg—'

'That's right!' she laughed hysterically. 'Beg for your miserable life, you lying piece of shit! Beg for it before I oh so pleasurably snatch it away from you!'