Sorry I haven't updated in a while! Just got back from Virginia & I was having some major writers block :p (go figure right?) This part is also a little harder because there is not much in the movie to show where Loki was while the Avengers were assembling, but I'll do my best :) Also, someone suggested that I make the chapters longer and I agree that that is a good idea so I am going to start writing more. Can't wait to get back to more Loki!
I had no idea how Hawkeye knew where to go, but we drove on for hours before finally reaching our destination. By then my hand was bleeding pretty heavily and I was almost too busy with that to notice where we were. I didn't have any type of cloth, so I had tugged on the end of my shirt and wrapped it around my hand to try and stop the bleeding.
The car jolted, bouncing as we bumped down a ramp and I gasped and then hissed in pain as my hand bumped the side of the truck bed. Loki glanced at me in disgust, as if it were my own fault that I was hurt.
"You're bleeding everywhere."
"Yea no shit!" I snapped, glaring at him.
I tried unwrapping my hand, but as soon as I moved my shirt a sting of pain shot straight up to my wrist, and I winced and closed my eyes for a moment, gritting my teeth.
The truck bed shifted a bit and I opened my eyes to see that Loki had gotten down without so much as a glance in my direction. I glanced down as my hand, unsure of what to do. I was crouched in the back of the truck, one hand bleeding and the other busy clutching my shirt to the wound, so I had no way to push myself up and get to the ground.
"Um, hello," I snapped at Loki, "A little help."
The words came out a little dejected since I did not want to ask him for help, but I figured my choice was either that or sit in the truck forever. He stopped momentarily and shot an irritated look over his shoulder. Then he turned his head towards some of the guards and a second later I was being lifted off my feet.
I gasped and struggled as the men yanked me off the truck, but even as I flailed they kept firm holds on my arm.
"Hey! Not like that, let me go!"
But the men ignored me, not stopping until they had dragged me across the room and I was right in front of Loki.
I continued to pull and fight but none of the men moved, just stared, waiting for me to give up. Finally I dropped my arms and stared up at Loki.
"What do you want with me?" I gasped, but he didn't even look fazed. He just stared at me coolly as if my tantrum were boring him.
"You'll see soon enough."
His gaze shifted and he turned his attention to the guards. "Take her to the main room and ensure that at least one of you is with her at all times."
"And you." He said, his eyes boring into mine. "If you so much as try to run, I will ensure that you regret it."
"Oh I'm sure." I said through gritted teeth. "What can you do? You've already kidnapped me."
Loki just blinked. "You have a family do you not? Loved ones?"
I froze and immediately regretted it as I realized that I had just confirmed his guess.
He laughed darkly and nodded. "As I thought. You Midgardians always choose to form attachments to one another. Even when those attachments are constantly used against you. How… unwise."
I grit my teeth and glared at him, wishing that there was some way I could break away from the guards. "I swear if you so much as touch them I'll-"
"You'll what?" Loki asked. "You're not exactly in a position to make threats, my dear."
I flinched, the words my dear scraping against my ears like nails on a chalkboard.
"Don't call me that." I growled, but Loki ignored me, turning his back. I watched as he started to walk away and I felt anger rise up in my chest.
"I'm not afraid of you." I called out and he froze for a moment, before turning back to me.
"Then that," he said coldly, "is your mistake."
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I looked around as the guards dragged me down the hall, trying my best to figure out where we were, but I was at a total loss. I had never seen any place like this before. Judging from the dankness and poor lighting I guessed that we were underground, but where? Everything was made of marble, smooth and colored like crème, but old and crumbling from years of age.
Down off the hallway there was a giant room, which the guards dragged me into before dumping me on the floor. I swore and gasped as I just narrowly avoided bumping my hand against the ground. I glanced down and was glad to see that at least the bleeding appeared to have stopped so the cut could not have been as deep as I originally thought. I knew I had to at least look at it though, so I grit my teeth and peeled back my shirt trying to ignore the pain that licked its way up my arm.
The cut was long, but it didn't appear to be too deep and I was thankful to see that it had in fact stopped bleeding. I tried to recall what I knew about cuts. Sophia was a nurse but unfortunately I didn't know much and I cursed myself silently for not paying more attention. Well first thing was first, I had to clean the cut and get it covered. That much I knew.
Loki was nowhere to be seen, but both of the guards still stood next to me, so I pulled myself off the ground best I could and turned to them. I held my head high and tried my best to appear confident. I may have been a prisoner for the moment, but I sure as hell was not going to act like one.
"I need water."
The men blinked at me and for a moment I wondered if they would only answer to Loki, but I quickly shook the thought and forced as much authority into my voice as I could muster.
"Did you not hear me? I said I need water. Warm water. And a clean cloth to wrap my wounds."
"We only answer to Loki."
Shit.
"Well why do you think I'm here? I must be pretty important if Loki dragged me all the way here and he sure as hell wouldn't want anything to happen to me."
The cut on my hand was not exactly going to kill me, but I figured that I should play it up a bit. The guards would be more likely to help me if they thought that they would get in trouble otherwise. Sure enough, the younger man shot a look towards his partner. The other guard didn't appear to notice, but he paused, thinking over my words and after a moment he frowned.
"Fine. Wait here." Then he turned to the other man. "Watch her."
I figured that this might be a good time to run, but even if I made it out, I would have no way to take care of my hand, so I figured that it was in my best interest to fix my wound before devising an escape plan.
A few minutes later the man came back and I practically snatched the supplies from him. I dipped my hand into the water and sighed as the warmth eased the ache of my hand, washing away any of the dried blood. After I had cleaned the cut, I dried and wrapped it in the clean cloth. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.
"Much better." A voice came from behind me and I gasped and jumped, spinning to glare at Loki.
"What do you want?"
He stared at me, his gaze cool as ever. "I just came to ensure that you were no longer mortally wounded. You're no good to me dead."
"How sweet." I said drily. "And to think I thought you actually cared."
"Foolish Midgardian. Like I would ever care about any of your kind. You are all beneath me. You are nothing more than lowly creatures, begging to be ruled."
"Hardly." I narrowed my eyes. "Is that what you want? To rule me? Cause I have news for you, it's never going to happen."
Loki chuckled darkly. "So you say. But I have news for you Midgardian-" He paused a minute and his hand snaked out so fast that I didn't see it until it was wrapped around my throat. I gasped and choked, my hands flying to my throat as his fingers tightened around my windpipe. "You will kneel. You will all kneel before me. I promise that before I am done taking over this lowly planet, I will break you. You will be begging for me to rule you. Do you hear me?"
He hissed the last words in my ear before dropping me in a heap to the ground. I coughed, choking in breathfulls of air as I watched him walk away. Then when I finally had enough breath I found my voice.
"Yea, we'll see about that."
My words were barely more than a whisper, but it was a promise that I intended to keep.