Lies
Lie: to say or write something that is not true in order to deceive someone.
In collective silence, Asgard mourned for their Queen, Thor for his mother. Fury parted ways with her friend's corpse, consumed by the anger that pointed back to Loki. Her steps brought her back to the butterflied staircase of the fortress that led to his room. She would find how to destroy him if it meant tearing the room down to its structure. Her hurried footsteps echoed through the emptied wing that glittered with tapestries of the Prince the closer she neared his room. Her hand hovered over the door handle with hesitance.
"Whatever you do, you mustn't wage in war with Loki. He will win", Frigga warned Fury with a curious expression, flickering her eyes up and down the woman who would attempt to handle her son. She held such mesmerizing eyes.
"Why me?", Fury was curious about the woman's intrigue. She was hunted down by the Asgardian Queen as a mercenary when her son had attacked the Earth to kill Thor. Frigga knew that Loki was to leave Asgard by his own will or he would be put to death.
"Because you are the only one with the power to contain him. You are a hybrid of sorts. Someone of equal mischief. Most importantly you are unknown to him", The queen replied under the harsh lighting of Asgard's sparring grounds. Frigga saw within the woman's eyes the Tesseract which her son had loved with such passion and in her power, she saw someone in need of guidance, guidance beyond her skill set.
"Shapeshifting is an ability dear to Loki, he is very believable in most disguises. This is why it is imperative he doesn't know who you are. Trust me, he will try. My son, as evil as he seems can be quite alluring in his charm. He will try to read your thoughts, and you will let him. When he disguises himself under someone else listen for names and terms of expression. You'll find him to be quite obvious.", Frigga breathed out, summoning herself into an illusion of the god that spawned into five others.
All six of the replicas brandished a long pointed dagger from their sleeve, stalking towards her.
"Very obvious", Fury span on her heel, knocking the blade from Frigga's hand that had tried to stab her in the back.
"You'll do quite well"
In the darkness of nightfall, the blackened wooden door creaked open from the overgrowing ivy that had sealed it shut. Fury breathed in the addictive scent of ancient parchment that enveloped the vast room. In the dark, she could see the broken glass that shined against the light fires of Frigga's funeral. She flicked the energy source on the tapered ceiling to life, ridding herself of the shadows. Her legs brought her into the centre of the room, the place that held the most lingering power. She would talk and he would listen.
Fury's slender hand reached for the book she had hidden from him within a place he wouldn't suspect, the ceiling of her room. She sat, pressing her boot against Her wounded opposing leg and her back leaned against the green ottoman. Her fingers flickered through the pages of the book with intrigue. She had what he wanted. He would come eventually. Until then her eyes laid upon the novel's core of dark, cruel magic. Its words were unrepeatable, vile.
Fury tore her eyes away from the pages with disgust, startling at the figure that watched Frigga's funeral from the shattered window. His expression was sombre and his illusion was far from the mess he looked. His eyes watched with the ghosts of tears as the fire extinguished from her ceremonial pyre and Frigga's spirit soared to the star-filled sky.
Loki turned his attention back toward her with a murderous snarl, gliding towards her with a clenched jaw. His eyes laid on the book with envy. Fury stood with a twinge of pain in her thigh. Anger pulsated through her veins. He had directed the beast to his mother, to Mila. For it, she would destroy something he loved, something of worth.
"Let it burn", He spoke sharply, watching her blue flame envelop the precious book. Fury tossed the flaming pages into the fireplace, walking from the room in silence. She had allowed him to see his mother's final journey, had it only been to destroy his hope. A book slid at her feet, almost tripping her. She picked it up.
"Pyrokinesis?", Fury raised a brow to the title of the book, asking the man who had dissipated back to his cell.
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The night had treated Fury with no kindness, denying her sleep after hours of reading the book that was splayed on her lap. Her mind wandered to the slash on her outer thigh, feeling the sting of her enemy's blade. The pain deprived her of rest, no matter the fatigue of her mind. Her eyes closed for a moment, heavy from the day's disaster. They opened moments later, cursing the dripping of the bathroom tap. Fury dragged herself to the bathroom, dressed in a small singlet and fitness pants. Her hand struggled to the light switch, illuminating the small room in a lux of light that burned her groggy eyes.
"Argh", She groaned, glancing toward her bruised body in the mirror above the sink. She met the crimson ooze from her leg with a wet towel, weakening its sting. Her eyes hovered to the bath that splashed with murky water, arising her suspicion. She lowered herself to drain the claw foot tub, groaning at the light that flickered into fumes, leaving her in the darkness.
"What the..?", A shadow hovered above her, tall and mischievous. Her body turned to face it as hands gripped against her chest, throwing her into the black water. She fought against the hands that held her down against the base of the tub, breathing in the water that surrounded her. Fury could feel the air within her lungs dissipating within the lifelessness that condemned her to the watery grave.
The woman bolted forward in her sleep, gasping at the air that had been deprived from her lungs in a moment that had felt so real. She lowered herself back against the mattress, flickering her eyes to the small stream of light that had begun to grow against the night. It was early morning. She shut her eyes again, dreaming of her love that had been lost to the cruelty of mortality. He was tall with a short cut of brown hair that spiked towards the top. Dimples plagued his cheeks that intensified in his smile toward her. It had been twenty years since she had last seen him in the flesh. He died a military man. Like herself, he hadn't aged with time.
She hugged him with the sweet memories of his love, had it only been stretched into two years. What was once a sweet smile on his face turned into a sinister smirk as she parted from him. She flinched at the sound of his knife-brandishing from his side. Without warning he swiped at her, meeting her skin with the viciousness he portrayed. Fury yelped in pain clutching the slice in her stomach with her hand. She ran from him, into an uninhabited house that grew like a maze with every step she took. A woman blocked her path, her teeth bared with attack.
"Mum?", Fury watched the woman's fangs extend at the sight of her blood that dripped from her hands. Her face contorted into a snarl that darkened her eyes with black veins that surged through her eye sockets. Fury swayed in her wounded state, catching glimpses of the blonde woman approaching her. She felt the warmth of her mother's hands that held her close and the excruciating pain of her fangs piercing the flesh on her neck. The vampire hissed in pain, dry retching from Fury's fiery blood, brows knitted in confusion, in hurt. Black veins raised from her white skin like a disease, spreading with a vengeance that followed each breath. "Fury...why?..why have you done this", the vampire pleaded, her eyes glistening with fear for each throat incinerating cough. "Stop...please...Fury"
Fury jolted in her sleep, opening her eyes for reassurance that she had been dreaming. A breath of relief left her lungs, pulling the blankets over her chest for warmth.
"The monster awakens", A voice cut through the silence. She turned her sleepy gaze to the body that lingered on the left side of the bed, reading the book that he had given her. His eyes met the swirling black ink on her skin that ran from her wrist to her collar, creeping slightly up her neck. A sleeve of markings he didn't understand. She was exposed without her armour, so easily harmed in her state of rest that bared the seduction of her exposed skin. It would be so easy to kill her...to make her suffer
"And my, don't you look ravishing", He chided with a smirk, eyes meeting the pin hole scars against her slender neck. She felt underdressed in her tank and exercise pants that were covered by a thin layer of blanket, strewn across her body in her restlessness. Fury narrowed her eyes to the man, staring with a burning rage. He could manipulate thought. To find her secrets he would. In his boredom, he found her quite a distraction from the Asgardians who showed him no attention.
Not indulging in his games was something she had thrown to the wind. Fury smacked the book from his hands in rage, dissipating his illusion. She dressed in her long-sleeved undershirt with her snug fitting vest on top. Her hands struggled to pull such tight long pants over her leg without irritation to her cut. The boots she wore smacked heavily against the ground with purpose as she strode from the room. Loki appeared by her side with a grin.
"Oh, where are we going, with such haste? With such anger?", He spoke with false sincerity. His ghost disappeared before she ran into Thor and his friends in the golden hall.
"Fury?", His eyebrow raised in question, flickering his sight to her side.
"I thought I heard...Loki",
"You did", Fury replied, unyielding in the fast pace that led her down the stairs of the dungeon. Thor, Sif and Fandral followed her with curiosity. She walked straight to the God of Mischief. Fury was a gentle name for the hatred she felt for the loathsome creature.
"My dear Fury, You've brought me, friends. How kind", Loki smirked to the three who lurked behind her. "Oh no, you seem distraught. Was it something I did?",
Fury's eyes met the emerald eyes that belonged to the beast who taunted her, her finger hovered over the button in her palm. She pressed it, smiling as he grunted in a violent convulsion onto the ground. Her body knelt to his level on the floor.
"Oh no, you seem hurt. Was it something I did?"
"Ha!", Thor's laughter boomed through the dungeon, the others looked fearful, knowing too well Loki's affinity for chaos.
"Yes, laugh at the monster. Maybe she will spare you from a fate like her mother's.",
"Loki", Thor warned, raising his hand. Fury stood in motion with the beast in front of her, watching the calculated thoughts whirr across his expression of unfaltering mischief. Nobody dare move, their attention was captured by the scene. The blue eyes warned the God of mischief to taunt her no further for she would show him no mercy.
"We must go, there is plenty to discuss", Fury turned her back to Loki's piercing green eyes that sparked with rage. Thor nodded in agreement, motioning to his Sif and Fandral. The two ascended the stairs quickly. Fury stepped after them, halting to listen to the words that crept behind her.
"Was it not your blood that poisoned her, that left her in agonising pain...seeking mercy of her daughter who watched her choke against the ashes that burnt at her throat until her skin peeled away like charred parchment. But she was not dead no. Not until you drove that silver knife through her chest.",
Fury met Thor's eyes with a clenched jaw, resenting the wall that kept Loki safe from the repercussion of his words. Loki smiled, enjoying the rise he had gotten from her.
"Thor, you seemed confused. Did she not tell you of her vampire lineage?... Oh no...Dear Fury, I do hope you will forgive me",
"Please zap him again", Thor nudged her shoulder with comfort. The hulking man brought a smirk to her lips, pressing down on the button once more.
Loki groaned with annoyance toward the pain that had become familiar. The red-tipped knife that sent electric pulses through his veins was worth the pain, to see her suffer was a euphoric feeling. The same position on the floor reserved itself for him, twitching from the irritating zap.
"I am envious of your teeth. You know I wanted to be a vampire for the longest time...Although I found the eating people part quite disgusting.", Thor rattled on like the fool he was, uncaring or too daft to realise the weight of her secret. It was no use telling his idiot of a brother. Who would betray the God of Thunder? Who had the strength to match a demi-god? They walked back to the stairs, they would leave him once more.
"I don't eat people", Her voice was faint, irritated as her eyes flickered back to his cell with a stirring smirk.
"Yes well, it's better I abandoned that dream. I think it's better suited to Loki",
Did the mumbling Oaf ever halt in his speech to reflect on the idiocy of his mindless chatter? No. It needn't matter, he was loved either way. But not by the Vampire, she showed intellect. He knew it in her voice, saw it in her eyes. She wasn't all as foolish as she seemed.