Yay another chapter!
I actually really like this one. It has a twist! I am happy to bring you this chapter because, well, it's all- you'll see. I don't want to spoil anything.
Enjoy!
Rebecca was out of the office for a bit. She decided that she deserved that much. It was only hours ago that she had her panic attack. Only a hour ago that her mind thought of him. Rebecca didn't want to think about Loki for as long as she lived, and yet here she was, his possession... He had scarred her so deeply and yet there was nothing she could do to fix it. She couldn't save herself anymore. Her past was something she would have to live with and change to eventually overcome. She couldn't... do those sort sexual, quick, mindless actions anymore...
"Medium latte with skim," Rebecca told the barista as she handed the lady a bill. She was in a cute little coffee shop that was a decent walk away from the NY headquarters. It was just that she needed to walk off a bit of steam and needed time to think. Rebecca, within the next 5 minutes, was sitting down with her warm cup of coffee.
Her hands tightened around the white mug, clenching it. Her brown eyes were interlocked with the rising steam, swirling and disappearing into the air.
Rebecca knew that as soon as Loki escaped, he'd try to find her and kill her. Loki wanted Rebecca dead because she was a living example of someone who beat him.
Maybe therapy would help her along? But of course, no one would actually believe her story but the Avengers themselves. Banner would be someone she'd like to talk to. He seemed to get her, understand her, because both knew what it was like to completely lose control.
And Thor. She didn't even get to yell at him yet. She never got to blame him, but at the same time, she did not want to scold Thor for forcing her to go with Loki. For some odd reason, she forgave him. Instantly, Rebecca just wanted to tell Thor that things were okay between them, because, well, they were. Rebecca trusted Thor an insane amount simply because he promised it. He also did keep his promise to save her.
Thor, behind his god complex, too, was someone Rebecca found she could trust. But, he didn't even need to earn it. She didn't need to be with him for lengthly amount of time for her body to automatically trust him. Her body trusted him. Her heart knew that Thor would never fail her. Thor, regardless of his boyish attitude, was always going to be the one she would go to when all else failed.
They were friends.
Rebecca, besides the factor of Loki, might as well call this a positive experience. She learned many things about herself and those around her. She became friends with superheros, was able to release built of tension from not using her abilities, and, learned that it was okay to trust someone...
Trusting someone. Damion. What was she going to do about Damion?
Very well he could run into the office, cry like a baby and tell everyone he tried to seduce his boss... And then Rebecca would be like the office whore who was no longer taken seriously. But then, she could be like a vixen and whip everyone into shape. That's an interesting take. It would be nice to play dress up and show who's boss.
But then again, Damion would probably try to keep his high paying job and would apologize profusely for pushing Rebecca into sex. The reality of it was that Rebecca still had an overwhelming amount of power over her employee and was able to do whatever the fuck she wanted with him. She could fire him, keep him, demote him, anything. Damion would be kissing her ass, or rather, should be.
Rebecca smiled a bit as she held her mug in her hand, shaking her head. She could do whatever she wanted. She shouldn't be worrying over Damion's reaction. She should be worrying about her own reaction. Rebecca really needed to get her mind straight. Loki was no longer apart of her life, and never will be. He was a prominent piece of scarred tissue that she needed to sufficiently heal over time.
And she didn't do that with Damion. She jumped right into it. Damion wasn't a bad guy... Maybe if things were taken slower and they actually got to know one another, then things would be better. But, the whole concept of Damion was interesting in itself.
Who the fuck was he, even? He had some nerve to approach Rebecca in the manner that he did and to think she was that easy. In one week too. Rebecca could feel herself scoff, earning a few odd looks from others in the cafe.
She took another sip of her drink, simply wondering how he was so confident so quickly and how he appeared out of thin air.
"Good. S.H.I.E.L.D will be on your watch constantly only to ensure your safety in case of a dire emergency," Thor explained, watching Rebecca sit upwards from the bed. She carefully pulled down the edge of her buttoned up shirt, covering the nearly healed wound.
"And will I know who is on my watch?" Rebecca asked, but Thor shook his head,"I'm afraid they did not disclose that information to me. But you will be cared for."
Rebecca's eyes widened. The latte in her mouth almost spewed out of her lips as the memory came into her head. A S.H.I.E.L.D agent! That's who he was! He was someone who perfectly acted out the role she needed and wanted... He molded to whatever Rebecca desired in order to remain a perfect, discreet little pet.
"I got you now," Rebecca whispered to herself, once more earning another odd look from the neighboring table. The middle aged woman and man stared at her, giving her dirty expressions. "What are you two looking at," Rebecca sneered, rolling her eyes and standing up from her table. She had an agent to bust.
Rebecca found that the walk to her office was so quick in compared to her slow, distance pace to the coffee shop. Now, she was literally flying through the front doors of the NY times headquarters.
She got him! She knew who he was. She knew that he was an agent and she was going to get it out of him. Rebecca knew Damion was too good to be true and if it was, then the whole bad sex scene would blow out the window. This was all done for now. Excitement fueled the energy in her veins, making her feel almost like a detective or some top notch police officer. It felt good to fit all the pieces together.
Rebecca moved up into her office, opening the door, and grinned,"Ah, Damion, just who I was looking for."
As soon as her red heels clinked their way into her office, she found Damion sitting in one of the leather sofa's by the bookshelves. He nervously shot up from his seat as his hands clasped one another.
"We need to talk," He said aloud, his beautiful eyes pained.
"I believe we do," Rebecca said cooly, a smirk still playing on the edge of her lips. Her eyes were almost menacing as she said to Damion,"Sit." He immediately and obediently sat down on the black couch.
It was almost like Rebecca was now seducing Damion... It was like the tables had turned and she was playing the dominatrix. But, Rebecca walked forward, power in her stride, and controllingly, sat down on the glass table. She outstretched her legs before her, her ruby red lips parting,"Hi Damion."
Her voice was like velvet, rolling off her tongue.
"Hello."
"So, we had quite the bit of the altercation today, didn't we?"
Damion nervously nodded his head, saying,"And I cannot emphasize how deeply sorry I am. I just sort of went with my instinct and it backfired."
Rebecca didn't answer at first. Her eyes simply narrowed,"It did backfire. Your little plan didn't work."
She saw the man again, shift out of discomfort. Plan. Agent. He knew she was onto him. His hazel eyes had fallen to the ground and his lips pressed together into a hard line. His hands clasped together tightly as he said,"And I want to make it up for you."
"How are you doing to do that?"
Damion lifted his head up to meet Rebecca's cold gaze. His face was completely distraught, upset... He almost looked alone. Damion's blonde hair was still rustled and his body was almost... shaking. What was going through this agent's mind?
"Dinner."
"What?"
The man nodded his head,"I want to take you to dinner and do things right."
Rebecca froze at this. Dinner... Dinner? Damion wanted to take her out? Why? Why was he doing this? Her mind began to reel as she tilted her head.
Damion continued,"I want to show you I'm not some scumbag. The last thing I want is a bad relationship with you, so, I'll tell you everything about me to prove it. Dinner."
Another pause. Rebecca knew it was probably a bad idea to go with Damion to dinner. Why? Because he triggered bad memories with Loki. The worst memories... But still, she couldn't help but be curious. The man before her was so determined to earn her trust again so that he wouldn't lose his job. He wanted to do something to fix things. Perhaps if he got too far on a bad foot with her, he would be afraid he would lose his job and his position.
And Rebecca did want to know everything. She wanted to know who was the person watching her every move and reporting back to the aircraft. Rebecca wasn't too keen on the idea of this secret agent bullshit already, and it was about time it ended. She should be able to handle herself without S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Everything?" Rebecca asked, her voice inquisitive.
Damion gave a weak smile,"If you'd like. I want to prove you to that I'm not what you think I am."
His last words were purred, almost elongated. She noticed his tone shifting dramatically by the end of his statement. Damion was hinting at something and he totally had something he needed to get off his chest. "Really now? Is it that important?"
"It's the most important thing to me."
Rebecca the simply replied,"Good, then we have a date."
Damion's face dropped, his beautiful face filled with surprise and disbelief,"Really?"
"Name the date, place, and time," Rebecca answered, a grin forming on her lips. This was just too easy for her. She almost thought it was impossibly easy. Why was Damion making this so simple for her?
The man collected himself momentarily, before his own lips curled up in a smile,"Meet me tonight at 8:30, Joanne's Italian on 8th and 74th." Damion once more could feel confident about himself, and Rebecca noticed it. Almost instantly his cool attitude returned as soon as Rebecca gave him her acceptance to his date. This also further intrigued Rebecca. Perhaps she had much more to learn about Damion besides what she thought she knew. It was, for sure, going to be a good night.
"I'll be there on the dot."
"Tired?" Thor said aloud, his feet moving into Loki's chambers. His hands were gingerly crossed in front of his chest, his blue eyes watching the now shifting figure in front of him. Loki had his head in his hands, and now, cocked his head upwards to meet Thor's gaze.
Loki did not answer Thor's question,"And what might I do the honor of meeting you again, Thor?"
Thor was by the entrance of the room, his attire informal. He no longer wore his red cape, nor did he hold his hammer. He was here to talk. How nice. Thor reached his hands forward to touch a few of the control pannels that guarded the room. His fingers glided across the screens, clicking a few buttons. And, after he finished whatever he was doing, a few red, small lights in the room went off.
Guys, guys... I'm losing video and sound feed from the Chamber. Who is down there?
"Going a bit rouge here?" Loki asked, interest now evident in his voice. He was now standing, watching Thor deactivate something in the room. Something was no longer working. What was Thor up to? It was already out of character of Thor to act against S.H.I.E.L.D.
Thor moved down the ramp and to the cage, his eyes cold and unwavering as he stared down Loki. He said a single word, his mouth snarling,"Rape."
Loki's eyes momentarily widened in shock at the word. A small laugh escaped Loki's throat,"So you heard!" His face was now lighter, but still held a demonic expression. Loki now knew this conversation was going to be entertaining.
"It's not a game, Loki!" Thor roared, his body livid as he walked further into the room. The chamber's hum softly aided their silence. The tension in the room rose, the intensity increasing at a rapid rate.
"Oh, it's not a game. Rebecca isn't one for games and fun," Loki replied, his voice nearly dancing in its charismatic way.
Loki could easily tell that his word choice was pissing off his older brother. Thor was here because he found out about the time he fucked and violated Rebecca. It was the only time he was able to truly dominate her and take her... But, even so, towards the end, Loki knew there was something different in her gaze. The way she looked at him, pleading his name still made Loki long for that intimacy. He still hated her guts, yet it was how she ended up giving it... Over his time here in the cell, approximately a week now, he thought of Rebecca's relationship to Celia.
Rebecca did like whatever Loki had done. Her body reacted to him, gave into him... It loved him. Rebecca's internal instincts knew her body better than her controlling mind. Loki remembered her eyes, desperate, longing... She wanted him in that moment just as much as he wanted her. There was passion in their motions, in their moans, in their gasps and in their grasps. They both wanted it.
So why did she react so strongly against what her body was telling her was alright? What was fighting her? Loki had so many questions to ask her, so much to just... talk to her about. He just wanted to sit with her and have what Misgardian's called a civil chat. Loki did not despise the girl, but he did not like her. He simply wanted to see how she ticked and why she acted the way she did. If she just gave into him instead of keeping her head held up impossibly high, then the two would've been leaving peacefully and happy. Rebecca would be training under careful guidance and she would be... happy.
Loki could make her happy.
But, he did not let his internal monologue interfere with his quarrel with Thor. Thor was practically seething with anger. His white teeth barred as he shouted,"Do not take her life as a play toy! She is much more than that."
"And how would you know?" Loki shot back, his tone wicked.
Thor paused momentarily, his jaw locked,"She is my dear friend."
"Like with Celia?" The God of Mischief hissed, his emerald pools narrowing.
"Celia was my closet friend and I wished nothing but your happiness with her. Rebecca is too, someone who has earned my trust and my affection not in the way in which you solely believe to be romantic. Rebecca I gave my word, and I will protect her against you if you pose a threat," Thor spat, his legs moving around the metal pathway that surrounded the glass cage.
Loki chuckled, placing his hands on his hips,"You really care about her, don't you?"
"Must I repeat myself!" Thor growled, stopping in his tracks,"You see something in her, Loki, and I do not know the origin of it. It can be either good or bad, but I only wish that these evil actions come to an end! Brother, you are not-"
"STOP calling me your brother!" Loki hollered, interrupting. For a moment, anger etched his face and removed his cool exterior.
"Loki," Thor continued,"you are not evil. You cannot harbor truly horrible feelings for someone who quite possibly can be Celia. But look at her as not Celia, for it is impossible to compare the two."
"I know that better than you," Loki snapped,"Rebecca is much more coarse."
Thor sighed, as if he were attempting to push his anger aside. He inhaled deeply, before saying,"Please be wary of your actions. You know not what they will do to you in the long term... You-"
"Do you think," Loki sneered, glaring,"That because I am 'caged' that you can lecture me?"
Thor hesitated, his gaze calmer than before. He shook his golden head of hair, simply answering,"I only wish the best for you."
"A bit late for that," Loki grimaced. But then, Thor thought for a moment, before he slowly responded,"I wonder what Celia would think if she saw you now." And for the first time, Loki's eyes widened and his silver tongue could not utter another word.
What would Celia think?
A tight black dress, high red heels, immaculate red lips, long curled hair and flawless lengthen lashes. Her collarbone was exposed, the black dress strapless and clinging tightly to her body to her mid-knee. Her brown locks were in large, waterfall curls that framed her face and fell down her back. Rebecca examined how she looked in the mirror, only to feel like she was ready to sell her body.
She could be a prostitute if she wanted to, seeing how dark and lustful she appeared right now. Rebecca flashed her pearly white teeth, studying all angles of her body in her bedroom mirror. Whether it was her long legs, her small waist, her petite figure, she looked hot.
Her brown eyes gazed over to the clock. She had to meet with Damion soon. And she was out for answers, all of the answers. Rebecca looked at herself once more. She noticed that behind all of the makeup and glam, she almost didn't... recognize herself. She glanced about her now fixed apartment, now the same as it was before Loki's first intrusion. It was almost sad, how much her life had changed in such a short amount of time.
Rebecca pressed her lips together into a tight line, her eyes shutting. What if Damoin wasn't an agent? What if he was, in fact, a normal guy?
Would Rebecca actually want... a relationship? Was she even ready? Maybe if she took it snail-speed slow she could ease into something.
Damion was a good guy, all in all. He had all the qualities she wanted... but he was boring. There was nothing special about him. He was like a standard issue model who had no real personality. He was too... afraid of her. Then again, she knew someone who was not afraid of her in the slightest. Rebecca's hand clenched into a fist. Why! Why did her mind always trace back to the fucking alien-shit head of a rapist.
Rebecca exhaled, calming herself. She had to keep reminding her that it was her past... Only her past. But she kept thinking about every moment they ever had together, simply because he couldn't get out of her head, thoughts... Loki was everywhere. In a bad way, of course.
"Snap out of it," Rebecca scolded herself, once more looking at her reflection, and then, the clock on the wall. She had a date to go to.
It wasn't long until she was out of her apartment and walking down the street. She happened to hail a taxi rather quickly and hopped right in.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
"8th and 74th, please," Rebecca said aloud, fixing herself into the taxi as the car began to move slowly. She sighed a bit, getting comfortable in the seat, placing her bag beside her and putting her seatbelt on. But then, she froze. Her head slowly raised and looked to the driver. His voice sounded so familiar. As was his hair, and his jawbone... and... Everything.
"Excuse me?" Rebecca said rather loudly, her eyes widening in disbelief as the driver momentarily tilted his head back. And then she sw it. She saw the raven hair that was not there moments ago... She saw bright emerald eyes and a devilish grin unlike any other she's ever see?
"Something wrong?" The beautiful, mocking voice said aloud, taunting her as he drove onwards. Rebecca felt her breath seize in her chest as her body pushed up against the backseat.
It had to be fake. It had to be fake! Loki was locked up! He was gone! And now here he was, watching her with that gaze and staring her down. He wasn't even looking at the fucking road! Rebecca could feel herself grip the seat below her, her breath growing heavy and horror rippling across her face.
She shut her eyes tightly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this was a hallucination. Maybe if she pretended like he wasn't there, driving the car, that he'd just disappear into thin air.
"Miss?"
Rebecca shot her eyes open, only to meet the face of a concerned, middle aged taxi driver with dark black eyes. It wasn't Loki. It was a normal man, looking at his passenger like she was completely insane. A gasp escaped her throat as her chest heaved for air. Rebecca's hand came up to touch the bridge of her nose, shaking her head and quickly saying,"I'm fine."
Why was Loki in her head now? What was he trying to do? As of right now, Rebecca didn't really want to go to dinner. She wasn't in the mood anymore after such a hallucination. She just wanted to crawl into her bed and beat the crap out of her pillow. She hated being vulnerable like this. She hated how Loki, without even trying, worked his way into the innards of her mind. She hated just... everything.
Rebecca swallowed, sitting herself up right in her seat. A sigh escaped her lips as her eyes fell shut. It was, perhaps, something she'd need to get over with time. That was really all she needed at this point. A crapload of time to fix whatever Loki broke inside her. And it wasn't like she couldn't do it. Rebecca knew if she set her mind on getting better that she would. She did well for the past week.
Slowly, the car moved onwards through the streets of the city, mindlessly, and without any more hallucinations on Rebecca's part. She no longer saw Loki in driver, nor anywhere else in the taxi. She was thankful for the peace of mind she was traveling to her date.
When the Taxi finally pulled up in front of the restaurant, Rebecca quickly handed the driver some money. As she did, she stared his face momentarily, only to confirm that fact that he wasn't Loki and never was. In turn, the driver was creeped out by Rebecca's excessive staring and zoomed off as soon as she made her exit.
Rebecca pulled down the hem of her dress as she glanced up at the location. It was... grand.
The entrance had bundles of large evergreen bushes around the front with the soft golden glow of the restaurant behind them. Between the two rows of trees were a red carpet, guarded by two men in white tuxes and standing obediently. As Rebecca walked through the rows of trees, each decorated with small lights, she found herself at the front entrance. There, she found a woman wearing all black. She was standing behind a large, wooden podium. When she glanced up to see Rebecca, she simply said,"Ms. Lawrence?"
"Yes, that's me," Rebecca replied to the woman. The woman only gave her a warm smile, saying,"Follow me, please."
As the two entered, Rebecca saw the inside of this restaurant. All around her were flowers hanging down from the ceilings. All of the tables were white clothed with red napkins, and each table had their own small candle. In the corner of the room, there were 3 men playing different string instruments. The walls were a light topaz color, all of stone and fulfilling an Ancient Rome theme. The aura in the room was easy to describe: elegant. Everyone was dressed nicely and richly. The people around the room were laughing with their diamond strung earrings and Fossil watches. Rebecca only went to these places when she had important company dinners... She never went for a... date.
And Rebecca followed the lady further back into the restaurant, past the 'basic'(which was ironic because these people weren't basic) crowd. The lady led her to a red curtain, which she pulled aside to reveal something beautiful. A candlelight dinner for two. The curtain opened up to a large balcony. The balcony itself was a dark metal with vines twisting around the entire length. Some of the vines had deep red roses on it. The balcony then led up to an overhanging of roses, intertwined with a metal grated canopy of the same sort.
Rebecca could only gasp. "Damion," she said softly, her eyes widening as the man who did all of this, rose from his seat. As Rebecca walked forward, the red curtain was shut behind them to give the two privacy. Damion reached out and took Rebecca's hand, letting his lips kiss it softly.
"I wanted to do this right," He remarked, standing up and allowing a smile to grace his perfect features. Rebecca was taken aback by all of this. Her chocolate eyes were illuminated by the various lights around her. She couldn't help but smile.
"This is very nice of you," Rebecca commented as Damion led her over to her seat. He allowed her to sit down before pushing in the chair behind her. He then took his own seat.
Rebecca couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by this grand gesture. She didn't know what to exactly say or think in this situation because of how overly dramatic was. It was probably his form of schmoozing. But still, it was too nice. Rebecca, in turn, almost forgot the reason why she was here in the first place. She wanted Damion to fess up on his occupation as a double agent with S.H.I.E.L.D.
"So," Damion began,"I just wanted to say you look stunning."
"Thanks," Rebecca quickly replied. She wanted to yell at him to cut the cheese-ball act, but refrained. She then commented,"The place is really lovely."
"I've been here often; the food is unreal," Damion answered, grinning as he took the large bottle of wine on the table. He then poured her glass, and then his own, before setting the bottle back down.
Rebecca brought the glass to her lips, understanding she would need to consume a lot of alcohol to get through the night with this guy. But, she needed to make sure Damion, first, was intoxicated before she got answers. Rebecca took the smallest of sips of the white wine, before placing it back onto the table.
"I must say, regardless of whatever has happened, I really do enjoy my job."
Rebecca raised an eyebrow,"It's a good one, yes."
"No, really," Damion continued, a smile playing on his lips,"I enjoy teaching people how to remain in their place."
"What about watching people?" Rebecca asked, her hand reaching forward and grabbing one of the pieces of bread before her. Damion tilted his head, looking rather confused at her question.
"You know," Rebecca added,"Observation and things."
"I don't... follow."
"Oh you don't?" Rebecca said aloud, taking the piece of bread and rather rudely, putting it in her mouth. She was acting this way for a reason, of course. She wanted to make him uncomfortable, flustered. She wanted him to lose control of the situation before him because that is what he needed to remain cool. "Never-mind," Rebecca said aloud, shrugging.
The conversation from then on was just so... boring. Rebecca found herself refraining from yawning as she listened to Damion's bland stories of his father's large estate. They had ordered food since and Rebecca was mindlessly pushing around the contents of her plate to find some amusement. Even the scenery was looking duller by the moment as Damion dragged on his long speech about the upperclassmen. And, he took pride about being boring. Not that he knew he was being boring... but he proudly spoke about golfing and owning cars. And truthfully, Rebecca didn't care. She found herself checking her watch, looking around, just waiting for the meals to role by so she could get out of this place.
But it never ended.
Rebecca could feel her stomach churn when Damion found some other 'interesting' aspect of his life to rant about. This needed to stop, soon. Rebecca then interrupted,"So what do you think about the damage that happened in the city?"
Damion paused for a moment, taken aback. He wanted to finish his story, but apparently Rebecca had other plans. Damion, in turn, replied,"Oh yeah! They said it was by aliens."
Rebecca nodded her head,"I wonder what organization stopped it. We had to have some sort of fighting force to bring together all of those super heros."
Damion's eyes caught a weird glimmer in them. His fast paced talking somehow upbeat personality became slowed, as if someone clicked him with a remote to pause. Rebecca noticed this instantly because it was well, a drastic change.
"I wonder," Damion replied, taking a bite of his food. He chewed, his eyes narrowing,"what prompted the bad guy to attack Earth? I mean, out of all planets."
"That's a very good question."
"I think," Damion began, his voice getting slightly lower,"it wasn't the bad guy alone. He had an army. He couldn't have done it by himself."
Rebecca tilted her head a bit, putting her fork down,"You think?"
"Must've been."
Loki? Working with someone else? Rebecca hadn't thought about him having a benefactor or partner in crime. At the time of the battle it was Loki fighting alone. But, what if there was someone else? And if so, how would this guy have the right amount of intuition to guess something like that?
"That's creative thinking," Rebecca grinned, her eyes beaming as she laughed. This guy was ridiculous.
"No, but, seriously. What if the bad guy had someone else above him with an ulterior motive. There really isn't anything special about the Earth, so, what could someone want from this place?"
Rebecca could only shake her head, rustling her curled locks,"You're thinking about this too hard, Damion. You'll get a stye or hernia or something..."
"I think it was all a plan," Damion's voice grew lower,"and that even the bad guy was simply a pawn for a greater, grander plan."
The NY Editor glanced up from her food, her brows furrowing. Damion must've been some hardcore comic book fan or something. He was thinking about this really in depth, and, to question Loki's true power over the entire situation! What was he getting at? Rebecca would've responded, but, she was caught off guard by Damion's words.
"So, real bad guy sent someone in later... to retrieve the real prize."
Rebecca only noticed Damion's eyes glow a bright purple before she screamed.
Thor's eyes were cold as he watched Loki. What would Celia think? Loki took a step back, his gaze dropping to the floor. The convict frowned,"I-I don't know what she'd think."
"She'd abhor your crude behavior!" Thor roared, thinking back to how Celia hated violence. They even had a whole argument about weaponry and how transmutation didn't require the use of battle or bloodshed...
Loki could feel his heart thump in his chest. What would Celia do? What would she think? What would she want Loki to have as time passed without her? She'd want him to be happy. She'd want him to live and grow... She wouldn't want him to cause death or pain.
The God of Mischief turned his back to his brother, running his hand through his thick raven hair as a sign of distress. Celia would liked Rebecca. Celia would admire her strength, her ability to fight for herself, and her rank. Rebecca was sort of what Celia wanted, but in turn, Rebecca was opposite of Celia.
But then, there was a noise. A loud, ear piercing noise. Suddenly, red lights flashed all over the chambers. Thor's eyes widened as he shot a glare to Loki,"What did you do!"
Loki whirled around, grinning,"Surprisingly, brother, this one isn't me."
"Do not lie to me!"
"Oh I'm not, although I would take pleasure in causing you more chaos," Loki chimed happily, seeing Thor now in a state of slight panic. The tables had turned. In these few moments Loki was able to regain his calm, collected, evil persona again. He pushed the idea of Rebecca out of his mind as he watched his brother click the panels by the room entrance. The loud, ear shattering noise blasted through the room as red warning lights flickered.
And then, a virtual image popped up over the monitors by the door entrance. Thor made his way over to see what this was all about.
"It's an attack on Midgard, one not of human origin," Thor said aloud, his eyes glued to the visual.
Loki almost sauntered over to the edge of the glass cage to poke more fun at his adopted brother, "Already losing Earth? It's been less than a week!" Thor did not look at his brother as the computer zoomed in via satellite on the attack. Loki was bantering off, Thor clearly ignoring him, but when the visual focused on the attack itself, both, were silent.
"Rebecca," Thor whispered, his blue eyes widening in disbelief.
No. Loki froze. His body could not breath. It was like his chest refused to take in air when the name was spoken. It was as if something went off in his head when he heard Rebecca's name uttered from Thor's lips. His mind could not think; it simply shut for for a moment. Time slowed down, where milliseconds became long, endless minutes. Something was happening to Rebecca. Something bad.
It was like a switch went off in Loki's mind when it rebooted. Whether or not it was good or bad, Loki became desperate. His body went up against the glass, his emerald hues locked on the visual that depicted what was happening. Slowly, the image became clear and Loki's eyes widened,"No."
Standing above Rebecca was a man with purple skin, large in stature, with golden cuffs and jewels. He had large white tusks coming out of his mouth and his eyes were too, purple as his skin.
"Thor!" Loki shouted, banging his hand against the glass,"You need to let me out."
Thor's brows furrowed as he glanced over to his brother. And then, he saw it. Maybe Loki wasn't aware of how he looked, maybe he was, but it stopped Thor... Loki's face was... desperate. His eyes were wide, his white teeth were barred, his body was literally in a stance to break the glass... He wanted out. For the first time, something was happening that made Loki want to escape the glass cage.
"The Avengers will-"
"DO NOTHING!" Loki roared, snarling,"That thing cannot be stopped by simply a man of iron. It is from the depths of space's eternal realms and its job is just to retrieve. It is one of the darkest creatures that have ever landed on this planet and I AM the ONLY one who can stop it."
Loki, for the first time in his life, wanted to... protect something. A sense of urgency flooded his senses and his only thought was of Rebecca's dead corpse. He never truly wished her dead and he knew that he was the only one who knew what that creature was. Loki was the only one could stop it. Loki's heart was ramming against his ribcage, his eyes filled of red and his body ready to slaughter that creature. Loki wasn't sure why he felt the utmost need to protect the girl, but he did. He needed to get out of this god-forsaken cage! Now that something he felt... was his, was under attack, he felt a strange need to guard it.
"THOR!"
His brother did nothing, but watched Loki cringe. Thor's face held no emotion as he watched Loki, his eyes calculating. It was then that Rebecca's scream was heard through the visual. Loki's body trembled, his anger clearly seeping through his cool exterior expressions.
"Why is it here?" Thor asked, his voice soft.
"A mission, most likely. These things don't attack randomly- they have a set goal. They are agents of a creature far darker than your wildest imagination," Loki hissed, his volume loud,"So let me out of here so I can slay it!"
"Is it some sort of trick of yours?"
"THOR! Rebecca is going to die if I do not protect her. I do not have time to please your silly notions for knowledge!"
The room became thick. Time was consistently growing slower, prolonged. Loki's emerald eyes were constantly darting from the visual to the Asgardian. His breath was heavy, his body was rigid. He needed to get out of here. He needed to keep her alive.
"Let me protect her! If it's my dying wish, Thor, let me protect her!" Loki shouted, throwing his fist into the glass. His emotions were overwhelming him, blocking out his sense of reason. He needed to protect her from... that thing. He didn't know why he wanted to save Rebecca, and he knew he was going to break promises that would most likely end in his death... But something switched on in his mind. Something changed. Her life, the actual reality of her life, changed something deep within him. The attack was really happening and it no longer was a silly game.
Rebecca screamed again, the sound radiating through the visual. Thor looked at the image, his own fist tightening. He heard Loki yelling from behind him.
"Thor! THOR! THOR! GOD DAMNIT THOR!"
DA DA DUNNN.
Loki wanting to protect Rebecca? Something attacking Rebecca? Talk about a date gone wrong... More explanations will follow in the next chapter, but not much. You have to keep reading into the story!
Did you expect this outcome at all? Let me know! I'm actually really happy with this chapter. I also have majority of the next chapter written up, so hopefully, I'll get it up much sooner than I have. The next chapter was SO much fun to write too. I did it in a few hours and just BAM. Of course, I'll need to edit it and everything... but there are several laughs in that one too.
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