Escape
Escape: to break free from confinement or control
They walked into an open courtyard, surrounded by supporting pillars and pavement. Jane Foster strode forward from Sif's protection, thankful to be reunited with her love. Fury gripped onto Loki's arm behind his back with an iron grasp as Thor embraced his human. Jane parted from Thor, pointing to the God Of Mischief with recognition.
"You're-"
"I'm Loki, perhaps you've heard-", A smile met Fury's lips as the woman launched forward and slapped Loki with an audible vengeance.
"That was for New York",
"I like her", Loki commended Thor for his choice of Human.
"There they are! Take them. On my command.", An outside guard ran forth from the pillars, furnished with a spear in hand. Fury raised her hand, sending a burst of energy toward the man who would be followed by many more.
"I'll hold them off, take her", Sif called to Thor, queuing their escape.
"Thank you", Thor and Jane ran ahead. Fury nudged Loki forward, who had been halted by Sif's blade at his throat.
"Betray him and I'll kill you"
"It's good to see you too, Sif", Loki chuckled, walking quickly with Fury's grip on his arm, dragging him like a child. They met the bearded man, Volstagg by a crashed ship that partly destroyed the palace.
"I will give you as much time as I can.", Volstagg assured with confidence, shaking Thor's hand in a brotherly manner. "Thank you, my friend"
Fury's eyes examined the crashed ship with question.
"The plan has changed, Fury you must come with us", Thor called, ushering Jane into the ship. Volstagg stopped her in her bid to move Loki forward.
"If you even think about betraying him.." The bearded man warned with hardened eyes. It seemed a common occurrence. "You'll kill me? Evidently, there will be a line"
Volstagg allowed him to pass, nodding his head to Fury who handled the God at arm's length. She entered the dark ship, pushing her prisoner forward into the black abyss.
"You may release me", Loki snarled, watching the doors seal shut. "May I?", Fury questioned, releasing her hand from his arm. "The shackles?", Loki clarified. "They look quite good on you, I'll leave them", Fury took a seat, contently watching Thor assault the control panel of the ship. "I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing", Loki piped up, watching the guards approach the ship.
"They're on the ship!",
"I said how hard could it be?", Thor's voice buckled with panic.
"Well, whatever you're doing, brother, I suggest you do it faster."
"Shut up, Loki!"
Fury breathed out deeply, watching Thor frantically press buttons.
"You must have missed something"
"No, don't hit it, just press it gently."
"I am pressing it gently. It's not working!"
Fury rose from her seat, bursting forward from between the two bickering men, her finger pressed down gently on a flickering red light to the top right of the control panel. The ship roared to life.
"Could you have not done that sooner?", Loki snarled with impatience to his captor.
"But you were doing such a stand-up job", Fury retorted as the ship started to sway with motion. Thor flickered a glance to the woman with thanks.
"She is in no way obligated to help us, Loki. You owe her your thanks.", The black haired god met the blue eyes that wandered back to her seat with a sarcastic smirk. "Thanks".
"Look, why don't you let me take over, I'm clearly the better pilot.", Loki teased, hovering over his brother.
"Is that right? Well, out of the two of us which one can actually fly?"
Fury watched Asgard pass by the window of the ship in a blur, unexpecting of Jane's illness that plummeted her body into the floor of the ship.
"Woah", The blonde haired woman swiftly met the human before her head crashed against the hard floor.
" Oh, dear. Is she dead?", Loki grimaced at the disgusting human with a snarl.
"Jane.", Thor snapped his head to Fury as Jane raised her head with weakness.
"I'm okay."
A struggled grunt left Fury's body that launched forward with the motion of the ship slamming against a tower, breaking it apart. Thor immediately turned to his brother.
"Not a word."
Smaller Asgardian ships trailed behind them, dodging the debris.
"Now they're following us.", The ship swayed under the fire of Asgardian guns. "Now they're firing at us".
"Yeah, thank you for the commentary, Loki! It's not at all distracting!", Thor grimaced in his words, decapitating a stone monument in his distraction.
Fury stood in her seat, strapping stabilising boosters to her boots. Her hands flexed against the gloves that held the same technology as Midgardian's Iron man suit. Without a powerful source of energy, they would last only a few minutes in flight, hopefully giving her enough time.
"Well done, you just decapitated your grandfather. You know this is wonderful. This is a tremendous idea. Let's steal the biggest, most obvious ship in the universe and escape in that. Flying around the city, smashing into everything in sight so everyone can see us. It's brilliant, Thor! It's truly brilliant!"
Loki watched the blonde haired woman who approached him with her usual rough demeanour, bringing his wrist shackles to his front with a harsh tug. Her fingers gripped tightly against the leather tunic on his chest, the other hand secured her weapons at her side.
"You can fly right?", Her voice raised suspicion in his mind."Oh, no", He warned with anger, but she didn't wait for his permission, pushing him out the door of the ship.
It was a straight fall onto a target that looked the size of a coin underneath them. Her boosters struggle to stabilise them in the harsh wind that tossed them about with a wild ferocity. "Argh", Fury tossed Loki onto Fandral's ship with effort, landing moments after, crashing into the God of Mischief. "Ugh", Fury hissed, her temple bounded against a metallic object that sat on his chest, sending a pulsing pain through her skull. Aches burned through her body, none worse than the side of her brow.
"I would much appreciate it if you would get off", Loki's voice reverberated through his chest that ached by the sharpness of her shoulder.
"Shut the fuck up, Loki!", her plea was laced in pain, pausing in a bid to calm the dizziness that overcame her. Her hand reached for the metal object that had hurt her. "What the hell is that and why is it attached to you?!", She didn't put it past him to have a concealed weapon stashed on his person.
"Those would be your chains", A smile met his lips, basking in the happy coincidence. Fury's eyes shot him a warning glare, removing the weight that pressed against his chest.
"I see your time in the dungeons has made you no less graceful, Loki", Fandral commented with a smile, meeting eyes with Fury who moved to her knees with a delayed motion. "And the beautiful Fury, why it is always a pleasure", Fandral held out his hand in aid, lifting her with a gentle tug. "Has anyone ever told you that you resemble the Greek goddess of beauty Aphrodite?",
Loki rolled his eyes with disgust, dismayed by Fandral's poor attempt of allure. "Coincidentally I was going to ask you the same question", Fury spoke with delay, unsure of the fine man. She grimaced at the drip of blood that formed from the small nick next to her brow from Loki's shackles. "This usually works", Fandral breathed out, motioning for her to sit. He was kind, impulsive and not to mention a beauty of a man, yet he didn't impress her. "Maybe it's you", Loki shot back with a smirk.
"Or maybe she had already found a suitor", Fandral's eyes wandered to the God of Mischief, a smile formed at his lips. The accusation was incoherently false, it forced a grimace on Loki's face, watching Fandral tenderly aid the blood that seeped from Fury's skull.
"It seems your heart will be easily swayed", Fandral commented, meeting the smirk on Fury's lips. The discomfort he gave Loki made her mood brighten quickly, crossing her arms over her chest. His once taunting smile dulled into a forced smirk. He tried to see the humour in Fandral's comment but it was nonexistent.
"And what could you offer me above the God of Mischief?", Loki's eyes widened with question."I beg your pardon?",
"Not now darling", Fury silenced him with an in-concealable smile, following on Fandral's antics.
"Sanity", She thought about Fandral's offer with a dramatic pause, countering with her own,
"Sorcery", She shrugged off his poorer bid.
"Sanity", He offered once more.
"A Palace", She shot back.
"Sanity", A laugh escaped her throat, pursing her lips in a struggle to think of another redeemable quality while Fandral wiped gingerly at her cut, hovering closer to her face with each word.
"An army", Blue eyes bore closer to her face, unyielding in his quest. "For what enemies?". Fury halted his advance, holding his broad chest at bay.
"Telepathy". Fandral smiled, revealing his two dimples in his cheeks.
"I'm nice", He spoke in a seductive voice, breathing softly against her cheek, his hand stroked the side of her temple, tracing around the source of blood.
"But he's the God of Mischief". Fury warned Fandral away with a piercing stare, lessening his smile in her seriousness. The ghost of a smile plagued Loki's expression, she had rendered the fool speechless. Concern was a quality that Fandral hadn't shown easily, but he did so now. She was indeed a marvel.
"I am yet to be convinced, beautiful Fury", Fandral regained his stirring smile, steering the ship to the left. "Give me time, you'll see Loki for what he is",
"Which is?", Loki breathed out with annoyance.
"The God of Lies and Deceit, someone worthy of the prison that will contain him. A monster", Fandral gritted his teeth at the spiteful words. Loki was silent. He knew what he was. He hoped he was the only one who thought it. Evidently not.
"Monsters aren't real", Fury breathed out, meeting the Emerald eyes that glistened with hurt. He was surprised, to say the least, did she not think it? Not after he had manipulated her dreams nor threatened her with death? The word bothered her, he knew it did when he branded her as such. Monster was the word he would use if he were her.