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Loki appeared outside Bruce's office five minutes after Sophia left, much to both Bruce and Lokis confusion.

Loki waited outside the office for five minutes waiting for Sophia, tapping his feet impatiently on the ground before pulling himself to his full six foot two height and walking in to Bruce's office, sneering down on the working man.

"Where is Sophia beast? I can sense her here," Loki frowned, "is she hiding?"

Which earned Loki a confused look from Bruce who barely looked up from his work to talk to Loki, still sticking to the fact that he was ten tons of crazy.

"She left with you five minutes ago." Bruce said calmly, idly wondering what games Loki was trying to play, he knew he wasn't happy with the work he and Sophia were doing together but he wouldn't let that stop him.

And yet Bruce couldn't help to look up in alarm when he felt the room temperature drop drastically, looking up at Lokis face which was paler than usual, when he spoke his voice a mixture of angry and impatient.

"Don't lie to me beast, I have not been here to collect her."

Bruce shook his head, "That's impossible, I saw her leave with you."

Loki glared at Bruce before tilting his head up slightly, "you're not lying," he said thickly, "but I can sense her in here." Loki all but growled.

"Okay Sophia, this isn't funny," Bruce said, rolling his eyes, putting his hands good naturedly on his hips, "Come on."

The two man waited silently for a few seconds before exchanging a worried glance, Loki rushing out of the lab, with Bruce not far behind them, as they burst into the conference room, for once neither of them getting aggravated or worrying about being in the same room as another, Bruce was stumbling for words, everyone looking at him with alarm at how flustered he was until Loki cut over him, his voice sending shivers down everyone's spine.

"Where is Sophia, do not conceal me from her."

"No I saw her leave," Natasha shook her head, and Loki felt the air slip out of his lungs, feeling petrified to his feet.

"She's been kidnapped, and we have failed her. We cannot find her, nor located her because my senses tell me she is here." Loki said coldly, not sparing a look at anyone, barely listening to the babble of the humans around him as he put his mind frantically at work.

"Well who would have taken her," Stark asked, slamming his glass down on the table.

"The doctor," Natasha gasped, but Loki was already ahead of them, and as they all looked up he was gone.

Shifting into the sleeping prisoners room, his ice cold hands wrapped around the directors throat as he slipped into his jotun form, his desperation to find Sophia taking over his mind.

"You will," he growled, "tell me where she is. Are we clear."

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