Britta ran into Loki's prison room, passing through the door less doorway. She immediately noticed the lack of a glass cage in the room and she looked around desperately for Loki. He wasn't there though. Instead there was a huge hole in a nearby wall and Phil Coulson lying on the ground, a strange gun in his hands. Britta immediately noticed the blood and she rushed over to him, fearful concern in her eyes. "Phil! Oh gods Phil don't die." She said, placing her hands over the wound. She started pushing the energy she had gathered into healing his wound but before she could get very far she felt someone grab the back of her shirt and pull her away. Britta shouted in protest and then in pain when she was tossed to the ground. She groaned and looked up at Loki who was standing above her looking triumphant and maaaaad. "Loki, that hurt." Britta said furiously, picking herself up off the ground.
Loki grabbed her by the front of her shirt and hoisted her to her feet. Britta snarled at him and pulled at his fingers, trying to get him to let go. "It was meant to hurt Britta." Loki snarled at her. Britta glared at him but inside she was screaming in fright. "So, you knew of my parentage?" He asked her. His voice was gruff and beyond miffed.
"Hey, Grid, do you mind coming out here and uh fighting Loki for me?" Britta asked the evil girl in her head.
Grid chuckled darkly. "Maybe in a minute, when you really need me."She said.
Britta growled softly. "Dammit Grid I hate you." She said, earning yet another dark chuckle from the girl. Loki shook her slightly, growling at her, and Britta sighed, knowing she had to answer. "Yes, Loki, I knew. I didn't tell you cause I thought you'd get killed because of it." Britta said sadly.
"So you let me live a lie? You let me grow up hearing stories of how monstrous I was?" Loki growled.
"I was a child, Loki! I didn't know what to do!" Britta told him, knowing she didn't have time to explain. If she wanted to save Phil she would have to get out of Loki's grip. "Loki please, stop this. You aren't a monster, you never were." She begged him, her voice cracking slightly with tears. She knew Loki's mind was twisted, that there was no chance she could bring him back to how he once was, but she had to try. She had to. He was her best friend. "Loki my friend, my brother. Please. Just stop." She begged him.
Loki stared at her a moment and for a second Britta thought maybe she had actually gotten through to him. But then he laughed. Loudly and cruelly. Britta felt her blood run cold as the laugh echoed in her ears. "The more you try to appeal to my humanity, the more pathetic I find you." He told her with a cruel smile. Britta tried to ignore him, shooting Phil a worried look. He was so quiet as he stared at them. She wondered what he was doing until she saw how he was trying desperately to angle the gun towards Loki. "You know Britta." Loki said, pulling her attention back to him. He had moved his scepter so that the point was resting barely a centimeter above her heart. "You would be such a valuable weapon if I could control you. You could make them all bow down to me with just a thought." He was practically purring now. Britta squirmed in his grip, trying to get loose before he tried to take over her mind. Loki held onto her though, his gaze unwavering. "If I could control you." Loki repeated, a wicked grin spreading across his face. A tiny scared whimper escaped Britta as Loki touched the point of his scepter to her heart.
Britta didn't breath as she waited for something to happen. After a minute she looked down at the scepter in shock, her eyes immediately falling on the gem. The gem that pulsed with Tesseract magic. It wasn't working. Britta let out a small relieved cry and smiled joyfully. She looked up at Loki, expecting to see anger there but seeing nothing but amusement at her reaction. And thoughtfulness.
"I guessed this might happen. You are too much apart of the Tesseract for me to control you with it." Loki told her, lifting the scepter up so that the blue gem shone in his face. He studied the gem for a moment before looking back at her. "Pity. You could have lived." He said, sounding a tad regretful. Britta's eyes widened as he pulled back the scepter, aiming the point for her heart. He thrust forward, driving the scepter towards her heart.
Grid was suddenly in control. She pulled her knees up and kicked Loki hard in the chest before the scepter could plunge into Britta's heart. Immediately Loki dropped her and stumbled back, coughing. "Told you I'd help when you needed it."Grid said cheerfully, picking herself up off the ground. She put on the appearance spell, alerting Loki and Phil to the fact that Grid was in control. "Don't hurt my Britta, Loki. I'll get protective." Grid said angrily, glaring at Loki.
Loki smirked a little though he looked miffed. "So after all these years you're protecting her?" He asked mockingly.
Grid shrugged nonchalantly. "You learn to love her." She said offhandedly.
Loki grinned evilly, his eyes lit up with a challenge. "Well then, let's see how well you protect her." He said, growling at the end. With an animalistic snarl he lunged at her, trying to stab her with the scepter. Grid sidestepped easily and grabbed the scepter. She pushed it back, slamming the end of it into Loki's nose. He swung at her, slamming the scepter into her chest. Grid let go of it, stumbling back and coughing loudly. She snarled before launching herself at him, tackling him to the ground.
Grid and Loki wrestled for a minute or two, Grid trying to rip the scepter out of Loki's hands and Loki trying to stab her. She held one side of the scepter while he held the other, both pulling. Suddenly Loki grinned and he pushed forward, slamming the scepter into Grid's forehead. Grid released the scepter and gripped her head in pain. When she brought her hands away her fingers were covered with blood. Britta's blood. "Oh you are so dead Loki." Grid said, looking in fury at the blood on her hands. She looked up, ready to attack Loki, but before she could do anything she found herself lying on the floor. Loki kneeled over her, his hand gripping her throat.
"You didn't do a very good job Grid." Loki told her, grinning mockingly at her. Grid snarled in response and didn't stop glaring till he slammed her head on the floor, effectively knocking her unconscious.