Sy
She found Fury in the bridge. He refused to bring her a real piano. He said it was 'unnecessary.' That irritated her. She walked with Fury as he headed towards Thor, who was talking with Coulson.
"In my youth, I courted war." He said sadly. Fury broke into the god's reverie.
"War hasn't started yet." Sy rolled her eyes. Of course it had. The only thing that hadn't begun yet was the fighting.
"You think you can make Loki tell us where the Tesseract is?" Fury asked, standing at the top of the stairs. Thor shook his head. Sy leaned against the railing, watching the interaction.
"Loki's mind is far afield. It's not just power he craves, it's vengeance. Upon me. There is no pain that would prise what's needed from him." Thor looked disheartened by his brother's actions. Sy shook her head sadly. Loki did love his family; that much was clear from the music. But it was too buried beneath the bitter resentment that stemmed from something else. And vengeance had very little to do with Loki's plans. He lacked conviction for one. No, what Loki wanted was something else entirely. Sy just wasn't exactly sure what.
"A lot of guys think that. Until the pain starts." Fury made his way down the stairs.
"What are you asking me to do?" Thor asked. Fury got in the god's face. Sy rolled her eyes. She thought after last time, he would know better than to do that to a god. But Thor didn't seem insulted.
'I guess the Norse gods are different.' She thought for a moment about Idunn's apples. Sy resisted the urge to shrug.
'Yeah, the Norse gods are different. After all they can die.' Not that she would ever tell Fury that. He'd want to know how.
"I'm asking, what are you prepared to do?" Thor's eyes hardened.
"Loki is a prisoner here." He said harshly. Looked like Hermes was right; not matter what, you cannot give up on family. Fury replied evenly.
"Then why do I feel like he's the only one on this boat that wants to be here?" The director walked away. She got an idea.
"Hey Phil, can you get me a piano?" She asked hopefully. Coulson got a sour look on his face.
"Fury already said no didn't he?" He asked her warily. Sy groaned and slumped against the railing. She should have known that she would never get anything by him. Thor made his way up the stairs to her side.
"You speak the Old Tongue. Why?" He asked her abruptly. Sy glanced at Coulson. The agent looked confused. She looked back to the god.
"Follow me Lord of Thunder."