Tricks
Trick: a cunning act or scheme intended to deceive or outwit someone.
"It is not my place to ask this of you Fury as the one assigned to Loki's removal...But as a protector between the realms and an Asgardian I must."
Thor spoke softly for the man with the booming voice, walking past the remaining guards who narrowed their eyes with suspicion.
"Can I help you?", Fury barked to the men, diverting their attention elsewhere. They rounded a corner to a secluded section of the tower, what once had been a food court of sorts. Thor's shoulder length hair shifted with the slight breeze that moved through the darkened room. He met her eyes in his pace towards an occupied table.
"Odin is blinded by grief, by hatred. He waits for the dark elves, for Malekith to return for Jane. In doing so he risks the lives of his people fighting creatures they cannot defend themselves against. He insists on needless death.",
"What would you have me do?", Fury asked with a raised brow, she didn't like what he was about to offer. Sif and Fandral sat at the table along with the gatekeeper and a bearded man who hadn't met her acquaintance. Thor stood with his hands planted against the table, offering her to sit. She did.
"We must move Jane off-world",
"The Bifrost has been shut down and the Tesseract locked away in a vault.", Sif spoke up from the opposing side of the table, seemingly concerned for the danger Thor would expose them to.
"There are other paths off Asgard, ways known only to a few", Heimdall, the gatekeeper revealed with caution. His orange eyes defined themselves within the darkness of his skin, the eyes that met Fury's blue with a lost recognition. She opened her mouth to speak.
"You want Loki to guide you off-world",
"No", The bearded man, Volstagg replied firmly. Thor breathed out, questioning his decision.
"Yes",
"He will betray you", Fandral warned with disbelief to the man who had been fooled by his brother to many times before.
"He will try",
"Well, what then? Your lovely mortal is being guarded by a legion of our Einherjar who will see you coming from miles away.", Fandral hounded.
"I won't be the one who comes for her", Thor matched eyes with Sif in a knowing glare.
"You thought I would leave Loki in your hands?", Fury intervened.
"No, I do not expect you too. You've become quite good at matching his mischief.", Fury smiled, exposing the small points of her two fang-like teeth. She liked what he had to say.
"What would you have me do?"
"Thor, after all this time and now you come to visit me. Why? Have you come to gloat? To mock?", Loki sneered from inside his pristine cell.
"Loki, enough. No more illusions."
Loki's illusion dropped, showing Thor the devastation of his brother's loss. Furniture had been thrown, glass has been broken in anger. He himself was unkempt and painted with anguish.
"Now you see me, brother.", Thor walked to the other side of the cell, closer to Loki. "Did she suffer?"
"I did not come here to share our grief. Instead, I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament."
"Go on."
"I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterwards, this cell.", Loki chuckled.
"Does Fury know you utter these words?",
"She needn't know", The words painted a grin on Loki's lips.
"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?",
" I don't. Mother did. You should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me and I will kill you."
"Hmm. When do we start?", Loki smiled with intrigue.
"Now", Thor lowered the veil that separated them, leading Loki from his cell.
"This is so unlike you, brother. So clandestine. Are you sure you wouldn't rather just punch your way out?",
"If you keep speaking I just might", Thor bit back, regretting his decision with each step.
"Oh no, It seems we've struck trouble",
Fury blocked the hall, her holsters at her side no longer holding her guns that pointed at them. Thor stopped in his stride, his eyes flickered to an escape but there was no other way than back.
"Well, what do we have here? My favourite duo", Fury chided with a murderously sharp voice, her steps loomed closer. "Beauty and the beast",
"Let us pass Fu-", A single shot echoed off the stone wall, an electric blast that rendered Thor a convulsing body on the ground. Loki smiled at the sight.
"An agonising death you say?", Fury challenged the God of Mischief, holstering her guns. He stepped over Thor with ease, summoning the twin daggers to his palms.
"So be it"
"Knives. How very Loki. I thought you better. You know, More...Mischievous",
Flame engulfed the red and black metal grips that she tore from her side, forming into two short swords. Fury span on her heel, meeting the God of mischief before his blade drove through her back. Her blue flame forced the daggers away from her, pushing them closer to his chest. He was entranced by the familiar electric blue that surged in a fiery blade. Fury opened her mouth, feeling like she had deflected that same tactic a thousand times before.
"You see, that move gets predictable",
"Oh my, dear Fury", Loki shoved her back, swiping at her with precision, a precision she matched greatly. He attacked and she blocked, her arms moved faster and with more skill than he had met in a long time.
"Predictable isn't quite what I'd call it", Loki lingered behind her, watching her fight the illusion for a few moments. She was good, but not good enough. Her blonde high tied hair swung violently in its mid-length that followed her anticipated action. He breathed out with boredom, he had come to the point where he no longer sought her death. He saw she was valuable, but she wouldn't let him leave, not on her own accord.
Green mist danced in his hand, lifting from his palm with a mind of its own. His eyes watched with awe at the woman who spun quickly casting her own energy blast toward him before his bolt struck her. Loki grunted with annoyance, slamming back against the paved floor. Her magic held the same metallic aftertaste as her electrified gadgets. His hand clutched the spot on his chest where she had struck him, growling deep within his throat.
Fury had fared no better than the trickster. "Argh", She groaned, her fingers clumsily fought to release the tightness of her vest against her chest, struggling for the zip. With no time at all the God of Mischief teleported himself to her, kneeling with his hand curled around her throat. He wanted to see the fear in her eyes when he took her life.
"My, you are fast, Monster. What a shame your death will be", Loki gritted his teeth at the smirk that plagued her face under the grasp of his hand. "You act so poised, yet you are the one kneeled before me", Fury smiled, exposing the two fangs that had intrigued him. Loki's eyes narrowed at her with irritation, he didn't notice her hand swipe the dagger at his side under her struggle against his strength. Fury jammed the blade with violence into his rib cage, his eyes widened with shock, pain. The pressure removed itself from her throat within seconds. He hadn't expected her to stab him. He thought it unethical to harm her prisoner. He was wrong.
"Loki", Fury leapt to her feet, unsuspecting of his violent reaction, he didn't want to die not again. His eyes conveyed the tortured memories that came from familiar pain. He had grown accustomed to pain, he expected it. He silently leaned back against the wall, calming the wave of unsettling fear. Fury had seen it before, she had known it herself. She approached the man kneeling before him to retrieve the blade that gushed a stream of crimson blood through his leather bound abdomen. "It's not real", Her words were lesser in their harshness while her hand grasped his shoulder and the other ripped out the dagger that crumbled in its illusion. "Look at this. Such care for your prisoner.", His voice called in his silk like tone that always seemed to linger behind her. He flicked his hand, launching his true dagger toward her, knelt by his illusion.
"If only you weren't so predictable", Fury's sharp tone at his ear allowed her to capture his wrists in handcuffs. Her hands frisked at his sides, moving to the front. Her fingers reached into his leather overcoat without permission or care. "I do not believe we are quite well enough acquainted for this", Loki questioned her hand against his side. Blue eyes bore on his with an expression of irritation, meeting the weapon hidden within his coat. His tallness against her 6 foot was something quite uncommon among the humans. Asgard seemed swarmed with hulking beasts. Loki's smirk lessened on her find. He found her too close for his liking. "Am I making you uncomfortable?", Fury questioned, sheathing his dagger at her side, chest to chest with the beast. The God of Mischief watched the small tips of her fangs extend from her mouth in a smile against her reddened lips. She had bested him in mischief. A victory she shouldn't become accustomed to.
"Well actually, compared to the latter option this is quite pleasant", His eyes looked her up and down with a sinister smile, baring his annoyingly perfect teeth. "Well then It seems a shame to do this to you", Fury ripped the dagger from her belt, tossing it behind the God of mischief. His eyebrows knitted, turning to see who had caught the weapon.
"The Guards are taken care of", Her voice called to Thor, who stowed the blade at his side with a smile on his face at his brother's surprise.
"All of them?", Thor asked with an impressed expression.
"I'm fast", Fury replied, smiling toward Loki's furrowed brows.
"What's wrong Loki, I thought you liked tricks?", The blonde haired man spoke with wit.
"I did enjoy the knife illusion. 'If only you weren't so predictable'.Ha. Classic", Thor mused with humour, impressed by Fury's skill.
"You've proven yourself more than worthy of this quest, Fury. After we meet with Sif. Meet Fandral at his ship. You have my word we will be there. He has Jane", Thor spoke, leading Loki toward their escape.
"No. You said nothing of her involvement.", Loki hissed. "I thought you'd like the challenge". Thor smirked happily, nudging his brother forward.
"Just don't kill my prisoner until he gets us off-world", Fury smirked, following next to the God of mischief. He narrowed his eyes toward her. "Say where is that oaf, Mila?",
"Will he be joining us?",
Fury met Thor's eyes clenching her jaw with irritation. "Is he always like this?", Her voice was questioning against Loki's appaling personality. "Oh, you don't know the half of it. One time he turned me into a frog. It was truly unpleasant. I looked ridiculous. He dubbed me 'Frog of Thunder'. I could have killed him",
A smile met Fury's lips at the story, Thor as a Frog. Loki grinned with admiration for his own brilliance. "That one was quite a masterpiece",
"You know, he used to transform into creatures he knew I loved and when I stopped to admire them he'd often bite me...or worse", Thor spoke above Loki's soft voice that drowned in comparison.
"That's gold", Fury chuckled, noting her mistake from Thor's furrowed brows. "Completely disturbed, but gold", She clarified.
"I used to set people on fire. Not enough to kill. Maybe a piece of clothing. Something to cause Mayhem. It was hilarious", Thor glanced at Fury with concern, unsure of how to respond.
"It sounds so",
He was confused, disturbed even at the confession. Loki smirked, "You see brother she posses-"
"Pyrokinesis" Fury talked above the God of Mischief. "Oh good, we are pretending I don't exist again", Loki breathed out, resenting the lack of attention.
"Fire. That's quite funny", Thor chuckled, narrowly avoiding the guard's ears that walked away from them.
"A vampire with a fire ability? Insult to injury I think", Fury smirked towards Thor's humorous words. He held a coveted attitude, one that many didn't possess, the ability to find light in the darkest of times. She admired that.
"You use it well, the hand you were dealt, Fury. I know many others who have fallen to the seduction of their sinister lineage",
Loki rolled his eyes with annoyance, Thor may have well just mentioned his name in his speech of valour. Like he would look to the monster for guidance on morality, a creature younger, lesser learned in sorcery and intellect.
"The monster does not have me impressed", Loki hissed in a snarl, resenting the cuffs against his hands. "Oh my dear Loki, however, will I go on?", She imitated his soft, alluring voice, meeting eyes with Sif who had successfully captured Jane.