Germany
Loki strutted through the hall way of Stuttgart's finest hotel located near the finest show building in the country. His scepter was in hand, and a suit acquainted his torso giving him the air of a gentleman in fine tailor. He nodded hello to an elderly mortal couple and sneered when they looked away. Slowing at room 65, Loki sighed heavily and knocked.
"I didn't order anything!" Loki heard behind the door after a moment, but he merely smirked and knocked again. Movement was heard in the room before he saw a faint shadow eclipse the peep hole.
"Go away." He heard the muffled female voice say and the click of a lock. Loki laughed and disappeared.
Chenault stood on the other side of the door and sighed when he vanished. She was not in the mood to deal with this today. She turned around slowly to get back in bed only to be met by Loki.
"Fuck." She muttered, running her hands over her face in sudden fright.
Loki laughed once more and stepped toward Chenault until he had her against the door.
"Nice place you've acquired, quite...stylish, makes one feel right at—"
"What do you want?" She interrupted him. She honestly was in no mood to deal with this man. She had just barely survived that jump from the helicarrier the day before and how unfortunate it was for her to show up in the same city, the same day as Loki the Mischievous would.
"Now now, dear, don't get ahead of yourself." His suave made Chenault uneasy and curious, she wondered why he even bothered with politeness anymore.
"Get to the point or get out."
"My—you are fiery, aren't you?" Loki questioned, tilting his head.
"Why are you here?"
"Why are you?" Chenault stopped, a headache starting to grow on her. "Why are you not with your little friends helping to rid the world of my—hellish rule?...But you are different than they are, aren't you...They do not understand you, the way you are."
"And you do?"
Smile, "Of course." He began to walk around the small room, glancing at her unmade bed, her strewn clothing covering the floor. "You are the most intelligent being on this planet and many planets beyond that. That arrogant Iron Man and that beast together cannot compare to the splendor and beauty of your mind. You are a treasure trapped in the body of a dying young woman...let me release your mind, I can help you reach your full potential—by my side." Loki brought his scepter to her chest. His face fell when nothing happened.
Chenault's eyes lit with a certain glee, "Perhaps you do not know me as well as you think."
Loki clinched his jaw and grabbed her throat, slamming her against the wall. Chenault choked and squirmed slightly at his hold.
"Why does my power not work on you?"
Chenault struggled to breathe but choked out, "I can control my mind's doors b—better than most." He clinched harder, "P—p—please Loki, stop—please."
"Why should I?" He shook her, watching her face lose colour.
"...B'cause—I understand y—you...I know why you are so sad." Loki's face softened, and he loosened his grip but did not let go, "I know what you went through, and I know what that feels like, Loki—please!"
He dropped her suddenly as her lips began to turn a certain shade of blue and turned around. Chenault drooped against the wall, coughing and breathing heavier than she ever had before. After several seconds she looked up to see Loki with his back to her.
"Loki, please, listen to me...I know what your father did to you, I know about your brother and how you lived in his shadow all your life only to find out that he was never your brother to begin with...as you probably know...my family died when I was extremely young and I was sent to another family unbeknownst of a previous life, you can imagine my confusion—how betrayed I felt. And I understand what you are trying to do here, on this earth, I really do. We are a race of unintelligent apes who inherently crave the subjugation of a leader, a ruler to think for us as we are incapable ourselves." Chenault's voice cracked and she began to shed tears, "But what you are about to do, Loki, is wrong. It's madness, you have to see that." Loki turned around quickly and stepped toward her wordlessly. A look of confusion fell across his face for only a mere second, wondering how she knew what he was going to do—what he was doing, and even how she knew all about him—but then it was gone as the tips of his feet met hers. His eyes gleamed down at Chenault, feeling the hot, shaking breaths exiting her lips. She noticed his eyes softened and she thought he was about to cry.
"Then you of all people must understand that what I am doing is necessary."
"No it isn't!" Loki slipped his fingers around her throat once more, threatening to choke her again.
"Do not tell me—"
He stopped when Chenault's hand wrapped slowly around his wrist and squeezed gingerly. Her hand was calloused on the palm, her thin fingers were cold, almost cold enough to give Loki shivers and that startled him. Loki's mind blurred momentarily before he felt himself leaning forward and felt his lips on hers, in haste and sudden horror. Chenault pulled back slightly but Loki held her head still and soon she found herself kissing him back.
But then Loki pulled back, a frightened expression scouring his face and he quickly disappeared. Chenault leaned against the wall breathing heavily, with regret in her eyes as she clinched them shut and banged her head against the wall.
It wasn't until five minutes had passed when she noticed her headache had disappeared.
Chenault sighed and lit herself a cigarette.
On the ground she pulled out her phone and she called Agent Coulson. She knew SHEILD was going to capture Loki, that was all a part of his plan, she knew that. But she didn't know was why he particularly had come into her room, threaten her, kiss her, and left her to ponder the immobilities of the universe and Loki's grasp upon it. She'd only be able to find out if she was aboard SHEILD's helicarrier.
"We're so glad you finally accepted our offer to join the Avenger Initiative Miss Yvon." Agent Coulson told her, walking hastily next to her down the hallway to the main engine room, smiling like a mad man. Nick Fury stood at the control monitors with a smug look on his face, Chenault almost wanted to smack it off of him.
"Good evening, Miss Caput-Yvon."
"Evening, Director Fury, looking spry for your age. You'll forgive me, last time we spoke I had other things on my mind." Chenault said sweetly, walking towards him.
"Yes, I've been meaning to talk to y—"
"So sorry sir, but I've to retrieve something, I'll only be a moment." And Chenault nearly ran out of the bay into the hall way but something Fury said made her stop momentarily.
"Having any strange dreams lately?" Chenault did not turn around but stood there for several moments before choosing to ignore him and walking on.
Loki smiled at Chenault's slender silhouette approaching his cage.
"My mind is on that control board Loki, remember that."
"...You shut down the cameras."
"Trifles." Loki smiled. "No one can see or hear us."
She walked forward and placed her hand on the glass separating them both. Loki looked at it with a hard gaze and back at her.
"...Why did you kiss me, Loki?" Chenault whispered.
"...I cannot say, dear Chenault, but I can say that I still wish for you to be by my side—we could rule...together." Loki placed his hand to hers on his side of the glass and stepped closer, she could almost feel the cold of his skin. "Can't you feel it? There is something in you. Something not of this Earth—and it...hauls me to you." Chenault's fingers scratched the glass as she leaned her head forward until it hit the glass.
"Stop it, Loki."
"Stop what?" She raised her head, "You are the most consummate choice for a partner of my true desires."
"...Am I?" Chenault whispered and Loki nodded slowly, pressing his forehead against the glass toward Chenault's, her breath leaving a fog mark, corroding the image of his lips.
Chenault watched Loki's eyes for the several minutes they stood there. Her face then grew hard.
"Even the god of lies is still incapable of hiding the expression of dishonesty." Chenault leaned forward and rested her hands on either side of Loki through the glass. "I really don't think you know who you're dealing with, Loki...Don't ever try to fool me again."
And Chenault lifted from the glass, walking away leaving Loki's confused expression behind.
"Chenault!"
But she had already disappeared from the room and he saw in the corner the light flash on the cameras as they turned themselves back on.
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