Deceit
Deceit: The act of keeping the truth hidden, especially to gain an advantage.
Deep within the dungeon underneath the dirt lay in wake a woman at the mercy of the God of Mischief. Against the hard ground, her hair splayed and her body was still for Loki had gotten the information he had wanted, but it was not enough. She wouldn't give him all of her secrets. It made his mouth snarl in impatience. She was strong. He hoped not strong enough to fight him much longer. The spell left his victims in a euphoric state, then he would destroy her.
Her sharp inhale startled the God, who crept away from her body, keeping her under a watchful eye. She jolted up off the brown floor in panic. Finding him at the source of her grief.
"Your mother was bitten by a vampire while you were in the womb, yet you were both saved with magical blood. Oh my how tragic", Loki smiled with satisfaction, finding comfort on his chair. Telepathy was an ability he had mastered, one she had tried to steer clear of.
A breath hitched in her throat. She had expected him to pry but it didn't soften the impact of his discovery.
"You're a monster", He spoke without breaking his intense eye contact. She held the physical appearance of a human despite her eyes and slightly pointed teeth but she was not a monster. She didn't feel the lust for blood nor the sensitivity to sunlight. By all means, she was human. Her strength was all that linked her to the vampire race. That secret wasn't the one he searched for, he wanted to know what magic she possessed, how to hurt her, where to begin.
"No", Fury smiled cheerfully, striding to the side of the cell. A side effect from his spell. Her answer surprised him.
"Monsters aren't real.", She added, watching a guard get flung into a pillar with a smile. Loki breathed out in annoyance.
"Mila?", She called into her earpiece, facing her back to the man in a childish manner. He had been rude therefore he no longer existed.
"Mila?", Her feet led her to the view of the stairs, where Mila should have been waiting. He wasn't replying.
"Damn"
"I am a God!", Loki hissed with venom, "I will not be ignored!",
"Then, by all means, find a record that isn't stuck on repeat!", She smirked victoriously. He didn't understand her quip. He did, however, recognise the mocking tone in her voice.
"My dear Fury, what will it take for you to fear me?", He asked with gritted teeth, pulling her attention back toward him.
"I would very much like to see the monster that hides underneath your skin", Fury responded with wit, folding her arms in defiance. Underneath his beauty he was boring. A child who had been stripped of its Toy. His Sorcery and secrets were his intrigue.
"N...no", Loki stammered for words to be found. Did she want to die? Was that her wish?
"This get up...Not Impressed" Fury pressed, motioning towards him. Her eyes darted between people running back and forth within the dungeon. Loki was silent, calculating in his next move to provoke her power to seep to the surface.
"Hey, what's the deal with your brother.", She spoke quickly, darting from subjects with an unnatural pace.
"Wha-",
"I mean to say he is an absolute marvel to behold and you...not so much", Loki twitched with irritation. Everyone who met Thor loved him, why not the half-breed? He was the reason Loki was stuck in a cell instead of ruling over Asgard, the thorn in his side. Such questions wouldn't fair her well. He would warn her once, if only for the chance to witness the ability she held.
"Fury-",
"Don't misunderstand me you're hotter than the fires of hell but you're just as dangerous.", She was doing it on purpose, he knew she was but it didn't make her words any less aggravating. He could feel himself becoming undone by her mindless question. She was infuriating him, an action most unwise.
"Where is Thor?", The woman glanced around the dungeon for the blonde haired man. It was the nail in the coffin. A foolish move.
Loki gripped her arm viciously, finally gaining her attention with his skin that faded into a light blue and his eyes that morphed blood stained red. He waited for her to back away, to run. Anything.
She looked at him with an expressionless face. His skin crawled with runes that swirled over his once white skin. He thought himself a monster in the blue form. Loki towered over her with intimidation, his hands emitted a freezing chill that gripped her arms in frost. Fury gritted her teeth in pain from the bite of the cold, searching his red eyes for something more. She thought she would fear the frost giant? Why didn't she? Perhaps it was that she had become cold-hearted. Desensitized to the mildly horrific, in fact it excited her dead heart. Deranged was a word to describe her intrigue. Twisted.
She could see that he feared himself more than he could her.
"Please someone save me from this creature, he's really cold. If I stay in here any longer I'll need...a jacket", Fury taunted with a smile. He growled with anger, baring his white teeth. Her arms didn't burn at the touch, they felt hot, why?
"Oh, I'm sorry.", She apologized, raising her voice to anyone who lingered in the dungeons. "He's also so very scary", Her voice trailed in a more hushed tone. "He doesn't at all look like Loki went wild with the body paint". Sarcasm dripped off her words that seemed endless in their infinite combination.
"Quiet!", He growled, flickering his eyes over the woman who had feared him not. She dared to mock him when she should have rightfully run. He breathed out and ceased his blue-skinned illusion.
"Oh wow",
Finally, some sort of reaction, it was not toward him though, he followed her eyes with an annoyed expression. A tall creature looked in at them, horrifying in appearance. Eight horns sprouted from the sides of the creature's helmet, three on each side of his red splattered helmet and two curled tusks formed somewhat of a mouth. She had seen him destroy the guard with the touch of his hand. He emitted a red glow from his hands that killed them instantly, like nothing she had ever seen. It made her glad she had been on the other side of the wall when he arrived.
"Now he is scary. If I don't die by his hand I'm going to be disappointed", The spiked beast looked between Loki and herself with white, lifeless eyes. He was releasing the prisoners. She had heard his thundering footstep shatter the barrier to the prison cells beside them. Loki watched the cogs spin in her mind, waiting for the creature to release him. She had other plans.
"Keep moving, Spike, This prisoner is mine!", Fangs extended from her mouth in a hiss of warning before electric blue energy illuminated the veins in her hand, summoning a small flame that danced in her grasp. The creature grunted in challenge, turning away the God of Mischief. Loki's look was murderous and his actions more so.
"Now he was a real 'monster'. Did you see those spikey things? You should definitely steal that disguise.", Fury's voice pierced the veil of screams that surrounded them.
"You might want to take the stairs to the left", Loki called to the creature. While she had proven hard to kill, her friend Mila would be a compromise. He hoped that oaf he once called a friend would meet the sharp end of the beast's knife.
"Do you think if I ran I could catch him?", Her thoughts trailed in their magically fueled tangent. He impressed her, the dull creature. Yet she was bored by the god of mischief.
"Fury-"
"No you're right, he looks like he'd cry after —", Loki halted her irritating ramble, gripping her arms violently to gain her attention for just a moment. A bright green swirl of magic escaped his hand, giving him a sinister glow to match his evil status. Her eyes followed the energy that stemmed from his murderous rage. She came between him and his freedom twice, he wouldn't take the insult to be defeated by a half-breed mutant, someone who hadn't the slightest clue of the world of magic.
"Enough! I will not be made a mockery of! I will not be taken to another prison!, You will show me your power by your choice or mine. Then I will have that book you have so graciously hidden from my sight and you will kneel before me as your king!", Loki spat with rage, meeting her blue eyes that narrowed towards him. He didn't know. Odin hadn't told him. Fury clenched her jaw at his statement that had enveloped the cell in a green mist. Her upper arms ached in his violent grip that relayed his frustration.
"Why do you want that book so badly?", Her voice overcame the fear that raised in her body. To tell him that Odin had sentenced him to death would be a mistake.
His jaw clenched in a furious manner that made her heart beat faster against her chest. Had she heard nothing?!
"You need it to escape", Fury's high pitched voice of euphoria sudden wore off in her realisation. A smile perched on her lips...Had she tricked him? The God of Mischief? Had his spell not affected her at all. No...There was no possibility.
"I am not unlearned in magic Loki", She smirked through the blue fire that flamed in her palm, revealing to him the charm she wore to protect her from other's magic.
"...What?",
"Fury", Thor called through the dungeon, seeing her trapped in the prison with his brother. He opened the door, allowing her to escape. Loki hadn't reeled back from her mischievous scheme. He was impressed. She was good. He watched her leave with knitted brows. She walked next to his brother, halting in her step to look back to him.
"Do you think if you ran fast enough you could catch me?", Fury chided, initiating a dangerous game. He smiled a sick grin, running his hands along the red tipped knife he had taken from her. Her hair swayed in her brisk walk next to his brother who hurried her along with his arm urging her forward, assuring that she was unharmed. That the beast hadn't wounded her.
"Until next time, Fury", Loki smiled a victorious grin, she was skilled but he was the God of mischief. A small clang echoed in the white cell as he let her grey charm slip through his fingers.
"You are playing a dangerous game", Thor spoke with anger, running with the half-breed at his side. She was mad to try to best Loki, even more so to enter his cell.
"Loki will come for that book, in any form he can take. He needs it to escape. To rule over Asgard", Fury hissed with a pain she had not shown Loki, her thigh had been met by the blade of one of the prisoners. It stang with a powerful vengeance. Thor didn't miss her sudden limp as soon as they reached the landing of the stairs.
"Did he harm you?",
He mistook her bravery for fearlessness. In truth, Loki's reputation scared her, the thought of having to transport him to another world, even more so.
Chaos reigned upon the great halls that were scattered with the motionless bodies of Asgardian soldiers. Fury ignored Thor's concern, pacing to meet the still corpse that laid among the soldiers.
"Mila",
"Jane", Thor's eyes widened with fear, he had left her on her own with the protection of his mother. She was only a few rooms away from the hall that was scattered with bodies.
"Go", Fury spoke softly, urging him to leave while she examined Mila's body with a sour expression. He looked the same as the Guards in the dungeon, put to death by the spiked beast's red flame that charred him from the inside out.
Thor left her side in seconds, striking a small breeze on his departure.
"Yours I imagine?", A woman dressed in a metal armour approached her. She held dark hair and an unyielding glare that matched the sharpness of her blade. A man appeared at her side, he was blonde with a handsome face. Fury had seen them before bringing in prisoners, moments before the dungeons were attacked. They fought to keep the rogue escapees in.
"So, you are the one", The handsome man stepped forward, his blue eyes clashing with her own. "The one who bested the God of mischief", The man extended his hand with pleasantry. "Fandral",
Fury narrowed her eyes to the man with question, ignoring his introduction. She settled on the warrior woman who said nothing.
"What Are these creatures?", Fury asked the woman, who seemed more equipped to answer her question than her indecent friend.
"Dark elves. They've come for the human", The woman spoke with delay, sizing up the black-clad warrior. "Your name is Fury is it not? You are to take Loki to a prison world.",
Fury nodded, feeling the extent of her injuries. Her eyes wandered to the alien ship that had crashed through the pillars of the hall.
"This is Sif", Fandral spoke without welcome, meeting Sif's venomous stare.
"The elves are retreating", Sif observed, watching a ship disappear from her sight.
"If they are retreating, then it means only that they got what the wanted", Fury observed, striding at a fast pace toward the path Thor had taken, her hand gripped firmly on the butt of her holstered gun. Sif and Fandral trailed behind her in aid of their friend.
The room was silent as Fury entered with her weapon drawn. There on the floor laid Frigga, motionless in her pool of blood that spilt at her waist.
"No", Sif whispered, shouldering past Fury with urgency.