A sharp, pulsing pain awakened Holly. The pain in her head made her nauseous. Where was she and what in the hell had happened?
She opened her eyes to find a room of gold. Her brow furrowed as she sat up. Oh God. This is Asgard. Oh no. No no no no no.
"Seriously?" she whispered to herself, feeling the black and gold satin sheets below her. Biting her bottom lip, she contemplated her options. Was there a way to even escape?
A knock sounded on her door, jolting from her planning process. "Miss Killigrew,"
"Yes?" her voice answered shakily. The door opened slowly to reveal a man she presumed was a guard of Loki's.
"The king requests that you join him for dinner tonight." He said, face stony and concealing.
"You can tell your king…" she trailed off, "That I am uninterested. The guard hesitated before nodding and closing the chamber's door. Holly listened as the footsteps trailed off into the distance.
Moments later, the guard appeared in the throne room. "She refuses, my king." he spoke quietly to Loki, who shot him a warning look.
"Tell her if she cannot join me for dinner, then she can starve." Loki spoke with a deathly quietness. "On second thought, maybe I should pay her a visit myself." He stood with his scepter, heading for her chambers. When he opened the door, she was sitting on the bed, lounging amongst the pillows. "Is this more important than having dinner with a king?"
"Right now anything seems more important than that." She shot back, sitting up.
"You will listen to me and you will obey, do you understand?" he explained menacingly, scepter at her throat. "If you do not, I will not take hesitation in killing you." Her face didn't give anything away, but her eyes gave him all the information he needed. They were wide, staring right back at him. He could see her lips tremble just once before she composed herself.
"And what will you do with me once you've killed me?" she said, clearing her throat.
"Send you back to Earth as a warning to all the other mediocre Midgardians." He spat back, putting a bit more pressure on her throat. "It would be a shame for your family to see you that way." Something flickered across her face.
"Yes, I suppose it would." Her tone was quiet, dark. Loki raised an eyebrow, knowing he struck a nerve. Using the scepter, he tipped her head up so he could stare her down.
"Or maybe it's that you don't have any family, so you have nothing to lose by being here." Holly's face contorted in pain as she struggled against him. Loki hauled her to her feet, looking her in the eyes. "Is that the case, Agent Killigrew?"
"I don't need your pity." She spat back. "Kill me if you so choose. Just know that The Avengers will be on you like white on rice." Loki pushed her back onto the bed, scepter pointed at her throat once again.
"Dinner is taking in place in approximately ten minutes. This is your last chance, Agent Killigrew." He stormed off, leaving her in his wake.
Holly propped herself up on her elbows. IF she went to dinner, she had the opportunity to get some information out of Loki… why he brought her here, what use she was to him, the works. It seemed a lot better than dying, in her opinion.
However, she wanted to see Loki seethe. She wanted to see the smoke come out of his ears out of anger. She would wait until the very last minute to walk into that dining room.
With a satisfied smirk, she slid off the bed and fixed her unruly hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. With that, she decided to leisurely saunter down the hall and into the room that contained the evil demigod.