*Loki's Point of View*
The god of mischief was in a murderous mood.
"Tell me one good reason why I should not break your necks here and now," he hissed at the figures cowering on the floor before him.
When _ had left the stage, Loki had entertained the delegates over (what they considered) delicious Midgardian food. With tlks of punishment for criminals, free servant labor, and more perks that would come with being in league with Loki, everyone seemed to be in a find mood. Well, other than Ashley, who paid very little attention during these proceedings. Oddly enough, she seemed to be waiting for something.
"Are we boring you?" Loki sneered slightly, drawing Ashley's attention. She flushed at his tone.
"No, darling," she said lightly. "I am simply waiting for your discussions to finish so I can have you all to myself."
The leaders at the table laughed loudly, while a portly man with a thick Russian accent nudged Loki's arm.
"She has voracious appetite, yes?" he guffawed.
Loki gave him a wry smile. "That she does, President Sokolov. However, one does wonder if her sister is the same way."
He raised a clever eyebrow at Ashley, who's smile melted off her face like hot wax.
"A sister?" a delegate from Germany exclaimed.
"Why, yes," Loki answered slyly. "Our young entertainment that supplied us with music earlier."
The table went into an uproar. Cries of desire, ownership, and even monetary gain came from all directions. Loki relaxed in his chair, grinning at the mutinous expression on Ashley's face. He sipped his wine, enjoying the offers being thrown at him.
"I would trade in my wife and all of her riches for that girl!" the delegate from Germany exclaimed.
"Johannes, I've seen your wife," said another, "her monetary worth would be nothing compared to that girl!"
"I would give up my entire country," claimed another.
Loki sat his wine down, folded his hands together, and smiled.
"I am sorry, gentlemen," he announced over the din, "but _ is far more valuable to me than she could ever possibly be for you."
Sighs and groans were heard around the table while Loki paused.
"I do, however, highly recommend the girls in our lower levels. They have been trained by some of the most experienced escorts in the world and are well versed in all kinds of... pleasures."
A response of intrigue and pleasure were announced from the delegates, and it seemed, for the moment, that _ was cleared from their minds.
Loki summoned servants over to help the delegates find their rooms. As they left, he noticed Ashley quickly scurrying away, in the opposite direction of where he expected to go. She, however, was no match for his god-like speed.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Loki inquired, arching an eyebrow.
Ashley stiffened. "I am not feeling well," she sniffed, trying to push past him. Loki's hand shot out, grabbing her arm somewhat painfully, and pulling her closer to him.
"If you are not feeling well," he hissed, "then why are you going in the complete opposite of our chambers?"
Ashley winced in pain and tried to pull away, but his hand was like a vice.
"If you must know," she retorted, "I was going to see my sister."
"The same sister you have been planning on getting rid of, without my permission?"
Ashley's face spasmed. "W-well..."
Loki's eyebrow arched higher, before a wicked grin spread across his face.
"It is no matter. I guess we will be visiting her together, then," he smirked, half-dragging Ashley behind him.
"Why do you need to visit her?" Ashley demanded. A loud crack was heard down the hallway; Ashley grabbed her quickly reddening cheek as her eyes filled with tears.
"How many times have I told you that you are in no position to question me?" Loki thundered, all traces of amusement gone from his face. "How many punishments have you endured because of your RIDICULOUS Midgardian jealousy?!"
A few people poked their heads out of the dining hall to see what all of the commotion was. Those that knew better quickly retreated, while pulling the lingering gawkers back.
"You know what I think? I do not think your punishments have sunk in," Loki growled, pulling Ashley harshly to his chest. "So, instead, I am going to give you a punishment much more appropriate for your pitiful jealousy."
Ashley wiped her eyes and stared meekly at him. "W-what kind of p-punishment?"
Loki grinned maliciously, his eyes darkening to black. "I am going to give you a reason for your jealousy. I am going to defile your sister in every way imaginable."
Immediately upon entering _'s room, they knew something was wrong. All of _'s belonging had been tossed around, while most of the furniture was broken into pieces. The hologram window showed nothing but static, while ash from the fireplace was in trails around the room. Underneath the chaise lounge, someone was stirring. Loki strode over, leaving Ashley behind, who was terrified. Her eyes swept around the room, taking in the devastation.
Loki knelt down by the stirring figure; it was the tall, bald man that played guitar and assisted _ with the musical preparations. His head was dark with blood and his nose appeared to have been broken.
"Where is she?" Loki demanded softly, but his face revealed a storm of anger brewing.
"I dob' know, muh lor'," Daniel tried to say.
Loki picked him up by the scruff of his shirt, hauling him to his feet. Loki set him down, not quite so gently, and folded crossed his own arms.
"I am going to ask you again, Daniel," Loki said impatiently. "WHERE IS SHE?"
"I swear, I dob' know, muh lor'! Sub' one was in here, throwin' fings around. When I confronted dem', they addacked me!"
Loki's face was murderous, his eyes black pools of abyss, and he began to stalk after Daniel. "Just why are YOU in here, then? What reason did you have for coming HERE?"
"_ inbited me to dine wib' her," Daniel said, raising his hands in defense. "Dat's all muh lor', I swear!"
"YOU," Loki turned to Ashley, who immediately began to cower. "You did this, Ashley. You have been wanting to get rid of her for awhile now; you have wanted her gone. Why else would you have wanted to come immediately here?"
He used his god-like speed to rush her, pushing her against a wall. He heard her head smack against it, uncaring if she was hurt.
"No, no, Loki, I didn't do anything!" Ashley protested, but nothing else could come out once he had his hand around her throat.
"DO NOT LIE TO ME!" he commanded, pressing down on her windpipe, making Ashley gasp for air.
"I'm not," she croaked, trying to unsuccessfully pull his vice-like fingers from her throat. "I want her gone, but I would NEVER want her hurt. It is you who I would hurt, just as you have hurt me."
Loki searched her rapidly purpling face for a sign that she was lying; something in his mind told him that one of them was. He removed his hand from her throat, not bothering to try and catch her as she crumpled to the floor, gasping for air and sobbing. He hauled her up by the hair and tossed her across the room, where she crashed into Daniel in a heap.
Standing over them, he put his hands out, and it was if they had both received electric shocks. Their cries went unheeded by him; their tears were unmoving.
"I know one of you planned this, if not both of you," he hissed. He released them from the magic he was unleashing on them, for a short moment. "Now, one of you will tell me who did this, and where she is, before I torture you into insanity."
"We... we both know 'o did dis," Daniel gasped out, as Ashley moaned on the floor. "It wab'... the liddle serving boy."
"A serving boy did this?" Loki scoffed before sending another electrical current through Daniel's body. "Do not lie to me, boy."
"I'b not, muh lor', I promise! Da' boy, 'e's a shabeshivver," Daniel sobbed. "Please, muh lor', 'dop dis pain!"
Loki halted for a moment. "A shapeshifter?"
Ashley finally spoke up, her tear-stained face was swollen and still somewhat purple, but her eyes were blazing. "Yes, Loki. There is a traitor within your midst. We were working on trying to figure out who the shapeshifting boy was working for."
"Tell me one good reason why I should not break your necks here and now," he hissed at the figures cowering on the floor before him.
"Because... because you need our information. No one else has it," Ashley said defiantly. Loki could not help but admire her courage in the face of possible death. It was too bad he was going to break it. He sent one last shock of electric current through them before summoning a Chitauri.
"My lord," the Chitauri bowed, completely subservient.
"Take these two to the lowest cell," Loki commanded. "Get any information out of them that you can. There is a traitor within our midst and I intend to root him out."
"Yes, my lord," the Chitauri bowed again, before crossing over to Daniel and Ashley.
"Loki, please, no! I will tell you anything, please do not send me to the lowest level!" Ashley sobbed, knowing what horrors might be in store for her. "Why? Why would you do this to us?"
Loki turned to her, his face full of contempt. "You just could not learn from your punishments, could you? Since I could not do what I set out to do before we arrived in your sister's chambers, this has taken its place."
"Oh, and do not hesitate to eliminate limbs, if you have to. Just make sure you do not kill them," Loki commanded the Chitauri, his infamous wicked grin spread across his face. "I intend to do so myself."
With that, he sped from the room, his mind racing. _ still had to be in the Tower, there was nowhere near enough time for anyone to have gotten her out without being seen. However, if he delayed any longer, they might be able to take her away.
"J.A.R.V.I.S." he called. The computer system trilled at him to let him know it was ready for instruction. "Lock the entire Tower down, every last floor. No one but I can get in or out of any room. See if you can locate _, Ashley's sister. She... has my mark."
The computer trilled again, scanning for the signs of Loki's mark. Luckily enough, few things, living or material, had Loki's mark on them, so it was relatively easy for the computer to find her.
"She is in the second lowest level, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. announced.
"Fuck," Loki hissed as he sped through the Tower. Instead of taking the slow-moving elevators, he relied on his god-speed to fly down numerous flights of stairs. Unfortunately, he felt his powers depleting, and knew he would need rest soon. He, however, could not show this weakness to anyone, lest they use it against him, especially now.
"I am coming to you, _," he said aloud, unthinking. "And I will tear everyone apart piece by little piece that had a hand in this."