A/N: Warning! It's going to get very bizarre from here on out. I have no idea why my mind thought this was a good idea, but I'm going to run with it. I hope you like it, but if you don't please tell me because it's just going to be an experiment from here so. . . Happy reading!
The same instant that the huge metal doors swung close, I was opening my eyes in a pitch black room. I had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually that dark in here. I could feel my eyes searching the room, finally coming up with a hazy gray image of my surroundings.
It was small. Or at least it looked small, I still could not see the full size due to the dim lighting. And I had a feeling it would not be getting any brighter in here. It was circular, almost oval shaped, with a small section of one of the walls looking almost like a mirror.
Seeing as there wasn't much to look at, I decided there was no point in keeping my eyes open, so I let them slide closed and leaned my head against the wall behind me. I felt a strand of hair fall into my face as the back of my head touched the cold surface. Normally, I would have just let it be, but it was right on my cheek and it tickled.
I looked up at it and it seemed much darker than usual, but I assumed it was just because of the lighting. I reached up with one hand to push it out of the way, and the other followed. My eyes snapped open, more of a reflex than anything else, and I looked down at my hands. I could barely see them, but I ran my fingers along my wrists, finding them bound together by think metal cuffs. My eyebrows came together in confusion, moving the irritating strand of hair with them. I rolled my eyes and puffed up air up to get the hair out of my face.
The strand didn't move.
I didn't even think any air came out of my lips. I reached up curiously with both hands and traced the area over my lips. Instead of a soft, fleshy feeling, my fingertips found a cold surface on my jaw. They ran the length of the device nervously, feeling the thing stretch up behind my head to attach behind my neck. There was some sort of design engraved in it, but I didn't care. It didn't matter as I figured out what I was feeling.
A muzzle. The same kind that Lo –
My heart skipped a beat in terror and I quickly scrambled to my feet. I heard the rattling of chains as I stood, and felt something tighten around my ankle. However, my mind was on other things as I stumbled to the reflective surface on the wall.
As soon as I placed my body in front of the dark mirror, I felt a sharp tug on my ankle – a warning that I had reached my full distance from the wall. But I was barely paying attention to my leg, or anything other than what was showing in my reflection, for that matter.
His emerald eyes showed the same level of fear as I was sure mine did. He titled his head as I did mine, matching my movements exactly. I raised my chained hands slowly, and he copied without the slightest delay. I dropped my hands and leaned towards the mirror, searching his eyes deeply. But all I could find were my own emotions playing through his emerald eyes.
And that was all the confirmation I needed to come the horrifying conclusion that I was him.
I was Loki.
I backed away from the mirror numbly, lowering my eyes from the frightening reflection across from me. I felt my leg lock up, caught at the full distance of the chain attached to my ankle and I lost my balance, tumbling to the floor. I tried to catch myself, but my chained hands did little soften the blow of the hard ground. My back hit the ground with a hard thump. I laid there, unmoving, staring at the dark ground with disbelief.
Auralee?
The voice I normally would have loved to hear in my head, now only annoyed me. No, it infuriated me. It was the voice of the man who did this to me.
I screamed back at him in my head, What the HELL did you do to me?
You said you would do anything to help me, Auralee. I believe this qualifies under the 'anything' category. He said, deeply amused by his cleverness. This made my blood boil and I felt white-hot anger rising inside me.
You are so – so irritating! When I said 'anything', I meant that in rescue terms, not you-can-switch-our-bodies terms! I snarled in my head and pushed off the floor into a sitting position.
Your body is safe, I'm taking very good care of it, I give you my word.
I don't want your word! I want my freaking body back! I watched his face distort into an almost scary-looking expression across from me in the mirror.
His voice was soft in my head, a complete contrast to how he looked across from me. Listen to me, Auralee. I can not switch us back until we meet again. Currently, I'm working on a teleportation device to do so, but until then, I need you to sit tight and wait.
Sit tight? I'm being held in a prison on Asgard, and I look like the most wanted person on earth and here, and you want me to sit tight?
. . . Yes.
I rolled my eyes and slammed my head back against the wall behind me, finally giving up. I was surprised that it didn't hurt at all when my head met the hard surface behind me.
Mind taking it easy up there? You might not be able to feel that, but I can. I heard Loki say in my head. This caught my attention.
Wait, what? I asked and pushed of of the wall.
It's a part of the body-transfer. You can't feel what's happening in the body you're currently in, but you can feel what's happening in your own body. He explained.
So what happens when the time of your punishment comes? I'll feel nothing? I asked tentatively.
Yes. I will still feel the full impact of what ever my punishment will be, and you will not, lucky for you.
Yeah, lucky me. I thought to myself sarcastically, and even though I knew Loki had heard me, he left it alone.
Told you it would be weird. . . So I really need to know if you like this, or if I should change it because I'm still not sure where I'm going with this. So thanks for reading and PLEASE review!
~K2