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Suicide would just be pointless, I was out of options. Upon entering this world, invigorating energy blotted out any aches that threatened to flare up but my movements were still hindered by fatigue as I arose. Far ahead to the north were snowcapped mountains which laid behind the sycamore tree, I'd be confronting Loki. No doubt he was baiting me and my body trembled with each stride before I came to a standstill. My feet were cemented to the ground as his figure came into closer view, his presence causing my confidence to dwindle but I ventured onward.
There was a slight pinch in my neck and lethargy washed over me, this time I found the sky staring down on me along with a pair of menacing, emerald eyes.
A gust of air tousled me awake and I squinted blearily at the grass, squirming around only to find ropes confining me. I vaguely thought this was the third time waking here in peril.
"You've awaken," Loki spoke from beyond my vision. "You finally decided to pay a visit after all those futile attempts to escape. You don't get to decide when to leave, I do."
Why let me leave like last time? Were my deaths purely for his entertainment?
"You can't break those ropes," he paused for a moment. "if you do somehow manage, nothing will save you from my touch, my dear. Run. Leave. We both know you will come crawling back, begging and pleading."
Tears streamed down my cheeks, his tone was absolute. His lies so convincing that anyone, even myself, would believe them without hesitation or question.
"Don't cry darling, it only makes me want you more."
These unceasing tears weren't of sorrow but fury and I kept my eyes glued to the ground, feeling my throat clenched. Loki's rant for dominance continued fueling my powers and spasms of pure rage intensified as I fought to keep still. My hands convulsed as my nails grew into onyx claws. My frail body warped as skin turned to coarse tufts of cobalt and ivory fur, those patterns accentuating my entire being in jagged splashes of color. A blocky muzzle added the fiercest appearance paired with a broad chest, slender fore limbs, and powerful hind legs. My ears were now rounded, relatively short, and pointed upwards. The base of my tail was obsidian and grew lighter towards the tip. Loki's laughter had ceased quite some time ago as my smoky eyes spoke volumes. I snapped at Loki and devilishly flashed 5-inch incisors and all 42 canine teeth. A ferocious, low growl emitted from my throat sending him scrambling backwards. The shackle clanked on my front paw caused me to falter in my act, it had been there for as long as I could recall.
They bound me before... it all happened. How was it that I did nothing to escape and sat there idly listening to the screams and clashes of weapons? Crawl out hours later to discover them dead? Gore, flames, and the overwhelming stench of death. Their lives disregarded by those murderers whose fate was determined in that instant. Killing them brought me no peace but put my mind to an uneasy rest, one that would last centuries and to this day.
I let out a protracted, deafening howl that echoed off the mountains and to see the God of Mischief frightened was a treat. But being incapable of human speech had its faults, I growled for attention.
What use would it be killing him? If he speaks the truth, which is most unlikely, I can't leave without his knowledge and/or approval. He could be feigning weakness and still have access to his magic but if he hasn't used his powers by now then either he doesn't have them or has meager control of this place.
Those snowcapped mountains loomed in the distance, it was bound to be frigid and perhaps a purposely, hazardous trip would kill us both. I observed Loki warily, barking and snarling making him lurch backwards hitting his head against the tree. He grimaced in pain. I stuck my head between his legs and threw Loki atop my back. He landed with an exclamation and a light thump. I dashed past the tree, feeling grassy terrain transform into snow beneath my paws.
I began speedily leaping from icy cliff to cliff to avoid dense snow only to slide on a patch of ice and lose my footing. The shackle scraped across the surface and screeched as I attempted to steady myself without losing Loki. A shattering sound filled the air as we plunged into water. I scrambled to claw up but my matted fur caused me to sink further, Loki clutched patches of my fur. I strained to lift, my claws dug into the ice and I darted upward with as much force possible. Loki lost balance and fell into the chilling water and I dove in once more after him. Loki was soaked as I hauled him out and was startled out of a stupor when I smashed my paw down on his chest. Loki spluttered then sneered at me but remained docile as I took in the sight of his flushed cheeks and chattering teeth. After the detour, I darted madly in hopes my joints wouldn't lock up. The summit wasn't much farther.
Fenrir? No, it isn't so. Was this the reason for her recruitment? They are one in the same. Monstrous beasts... although my son is bound, it's foretold that Fenrir will kill Odin upon Ragnarök. Constance could be of use to me.
The ride was jerky with hurdles and swift turns, Constance was scaling the mountain at a more plodding pace than the start after the incident. A shudder convulsed through me as the wind made contact with exposed skin. A thick sheen of ice upon my hands maintained a tight grip onto her faintly tepid fur. Gradually numbness began to set into my limbs. My slicked back hair set in place like broken icicles. The tip of my nose, fingers, and ears were bare and stinging. The pain was blunt but lightheadedness caused me to loll forward. Constance abruptly jerked to a stop but I held onto her fur to avoid falling again and a muffled growl reached my ears. Constance bucked ferociously, managing toss me off as I landed with a crunch. The wolf towered above me and leapt gracefully to join me returning to her human form. Constance beamed triumphantly, presenting her dimples proudly, as she casually sauntered over.
"What is your plan now? Hmmm?"
"We wait n-now, Loki," she sighed.
I scowled but my displeasure disappeared when she dove under my arm and before I could stop, venomous words tumbled out.
"Such a delicate little thing you are, I want to break you. Show everyone that you're mine and no one can have you. Not even Stark who craves your attention-"
"Excuse me," she snorted my statement. "Tony and I are just friends. N-nothing more."
"Is that what you believe?"
"Yes, it is."
"Then you have not seen what I have. His lust for you is strong."
Constance gave no verbal response but recoiled slightly.
"Hear me, my dear. I will be the first man to kiss you. To bed you. Whether you come willingly or not. You will be mine."
He's the God of Lies, Loki doesn't speak the truth. I am a fool. Did I not stop to think of how this death would feel? Wether it would even affect him? I won't beg anything of him, much less here. Here... what was really here? This world where memories were hidden in plain sight yet controlled by Loki? He's many things but no mindreader. He has no access to those memories. Do I hold any control over anything in this world? Are these dreams a message from my people? No, that makes no sense.
Nonetheless, it worried me that the Kamchadal would lead me to such a treacherous fate. Quite some time ago, the leader of my people named Vitus Bering called to me the day before the massacre and gave me powers no human should have in this Earth. He made many claims to which at the time seemed absurd, some were true and others- Shaking my head, Loki rose an eyebrow at my action.
"Your e-eyebrows are white," I snickered hoarsely.
"You find that humorous?"
"Q-quite."
"The snowflakes in your hair give the impression that you have dandruff."
I scoffed but it came out more a choking sound than anything. This petty conversation took those things off my mind but anxiety still festered inside me.
"What," he questioned barely managing to shrug his shoulders. "I speak the truth."
"I find that hard to believe considering you are the God of Mischief and Lies."
"Very well. You've caught me in a lie."
Wait! Are we having a moment? An actual conversation without any threats? This is preposterous!
It appeared so but he was the master of deceit and his silver tongue was the second most powerful weapon next to his magic. I would not be hypnotized or convinced by this simple conversation. Deep in thought, I had failed to notice Loki staring at me. His lips being the only thing he could move most freely curled upward into a smirk.
"I would say-"
"W-when will this end," he interrupted wheezing.
"I was hoping earlier but-"
"We wouldn't be in this situation if you had just accepted the fact that you are mine and I own you."
"Own me?! You've been holding me captive! What did you expect? For me to gladly stay with you," I shrieked.
Now I was regretting my decision to hovel beneath Loki, I tried to pull away only to have him grip my waist tighter
Natasha said that he killed 80 people in 2 days! Think of what he'd do to me!
"You will never have me, Loki. You can dream of me but I will not come willingly, I can assure you that I won't come begging or pleading. I may not be able to run but I can make the right choice," I hissed.
"What choice do you have," he spat with malice.
"I can k-kill you," I stuttered. Loki began to laugh quietly, his chest hardly moving, but he spoke much better than I had with a raspy voice.
"I'd l-love to see you try."
"If I don't succeed in killing you t-th-then I'm left with one option."
"What, pray tell, would that be?"
It became harder to speak, my response was delayed. I briefly inhaled the cold air which seemed limited, my lips were numb.
What could I say to break him? Like he said he would break me, I want something that would crush his little h-.
"I'll break your heart. You'll never have me or anyone, not even Thor will care for you."
A line had been crossed. I felt Loki's fists tighten, for once he was out of clever retorts. As my head lie on his chest, I heard his beating heart die as did mine.