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Uhh right, well believe it or not there is actually a plot to this story and I keep going to write the big explaining plotty chapter but I always get distracted and I was going to do it tonight (promise) but I have some ridiculous exam tomorrow, so I'm revising tonight, but I'm home after the exam so I'll write it tomorrow and update. Promise!
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Sophia and Loki strolled into the conference room and they immediately noticed the bad mood which seemed to hang in the hair like a black cloud.
"Natasha what's wrong?" Sophia asked, throwing herself on the revolving chair and spinning around before facing her again, a questioning gaze etched on her features.
"They have people psychoanalysing us," Natasha replied through grit teeth, glaring down into her coffee, "they're with Thor now, then I'll assume it's you two, everyone else is finished already. Be warned they're asses."
"Why are we being psychoanalysed?" Sophia asked curiously, spinning between Natasha, Steve and Stark as she spun around on her chair, her red hair looking like fire as it flew out behind her.
"The counsel told Nick to do it to us," Stark grumbled, looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling as Thor walked in, wearing a disgruntled and confused expression which looked out of place on the gods face.
"Loki they want to see you now brother," Thor said, as he walked into the room.
Loki sneered as he walked out, his head held high as he looked every bit of the high and mighty god that he was.
"I hope that they are aware that this isn't a good idea," Sophia said more to herself, but Thor sent her a questioning glance. "Well I assume Thor that they spoke about feelings which Loki isn't used to. Let along being open. And," she added as an afterthought, "They're going to talk about him being adopted."
Stark looked up at her, his usual grin replacing the moody face, "what do you think he'll do?"
Sophia opened her mouth to reply which was then a loud sound of glass smashing, with a mischievous grin Sophia jumped to her feet and knew she was being followed by Stark and Thor as she burst through the door she was a man in a white coat who she assumed was the psychologist lying on the floor, surrounded by broken glass and Loki stepping over him with a triumphant sneer on his face as he walked towards them, looking back at the man with disgust.
"I dislike these mortals Thor," he said before pushing between the group and doing into the conference room.
Sophia let herself fall into her thoughts for a few moments before she was jerked to her senses by the psychologist pulling himself to his feet, brushing all the glass of him and wincing slightly as he walked, but none the less calling her name and beckoning her to come in the now windowless room with him.
She rolled her eyes and dragged her feet as she walked into the office room, making Stark laugh behind her as he walked back into the conference room. She sat down and tugged at the edge of her black off the shoulder black knitted dress she was wearing nervously as he shuffled his notes about before looking at her, and she realised two things at the same time, that the man in front of her, who must have been in his late thirties was quiet attractive with his emerald eyes, and the second was that without talking you could see his arrogance which made her hate him.
"So Sophia," he said pausing, moving around more bits of paper before looking up at her, "do you want to start?"
"Now why on earth would I want to do that?" she asked, rolling her eyes, letting the sarcasm slide off her tongue with ease.
"Fine then, to start with I want you to say yes or no to these questions. You're an only child?" he said patronisingly, a sickening grin forced onto his face that Sophia wanted nothing more than to slap off.
"Yes," Sophia said tersely.
"You were in your mothers control in London until you were seventeen?"
"Eighteen," she corrected automatically, clenching her fists as he spoke.
"You're romantically involved with Loki?"
There was a brief pause until Sophia spoke up again, "yes."
"You've never known your father?"
"Yep."
"Your mother didn't treat you as she should have?" he asked, so smugly that it almost wasn't a question, it was just a jibe that made Sophia see red.
We're not talking about that. Not now, not ever you asshole.
Sophia thought inside her head as she stood up, her hands clenched into fists at her side, and much to her infuriation he stood directly in front of her so she just spat in his face.
"You don't know shit, get out of my way."
"No," he said quietly, striking Sophia swiftly on the side of her face, as she stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, the unexpected slap disconcerting her slightly before she pulled herself to her feet, fuming as she stormed forwards and in a flash head butting him, scarlet blood began falling down his face but he stood his ground,
"I will find out. The council told me to find out all about you," He said, darting forwards and grabbing her left arm in a horribly tight grasp, bringing his knee up to connect with Sophias ribs three times before she felt her skin heat up and in a second she spun around and knocked him off his feet, she felt his fist collide with her face, soon after tasting blood but she heard the satisfying squeal as her burning hot hands closed around his throat, drawing the attention from everyone in the conference room.
"What's going on here?" she heard Thor asked before she saw Loki, who pushed his way through everyone and she wondered how she looked to them. She knew her lip was split and she could feel her sensitive, pale skin began to bruise where he hit her while she was her hands around his throat and he was begging for her to remove her burning hands while he had blood pouring down his face.
"What's he done to you?" Loki said quietly, but due to the anger in his voice he may have just as well been yelling as it sent shivers down everyone's spine.
"He uh, the counsel sent him to find out about my past. Didn't they?" she asked him, shaking him slightly so he failed about like a limp rag doll.
"Yes, yes," he gasped, his fingers gingerly trying to peel her hands from around his neck.
"He hurt you, I'll kill the dirty scum," Loki said, pushing Sophia gently out of his way, her hands slipping from around his neck as he fell to the floor with a bang, taking in deep breaths of air as he massaged the burnt areas.
"No Loki," Sophia jumped forwards, "I mean yeah he's a spy and a dick but show mercy," she appealed to him, "we'll have him go to the counsel and get them to leave us alone. Won't you?" she asked him angrily, glaring down at the whimpering man who nodded quickly as a reply.
"If you hurt her again, I will kill you slowly and you will beg before you die, are we clear?" Loki spat out, making the man on the floors pupils dilate with fear at Loki's terrifying expression.
Loki pulled himself upright and tugged on Sophia's hand leading her away from the man on the floor, letting go of her hand once she was next to Thor as he said he was going to find Fury and make him get extra people to keep her safe when he was gone, which made Sophia roll her eyes in irritation but smiled fleetingly at Loki's pouting expression.
Kind of lame ending, but honestly everything I wrote after that sucked, but yeah;
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