"Doctor Selvig, for the last time, Fury has given us full clearance, so I don't know why you think your opinion matters in the least!" Coulson said in an annoyed tone, as he walked down the hallway. Inmates were extending their arms through the bars of their cells to try and stop the man, crying out in agony at the pain their new medication was causing them. Coulson's newest experiment, he thought that if the inmates would experience great discomfort, that they would behave more once the effect worn off, in fear they might get punished by the pain again if they misbehaved. "It's inhumane, Coulson, you cannot do this to them! You canceled the Tahiti-project yourself and now you want to use it on them?" Coulson stopped in his tracks and turned around with a glare. "To my office, Selvig, now!" The doctor averted his eyes and gave Coulson a small nod, walked towards the man's office without further objection. He knew he had gone too far. Mentioning the Tahiti-project around Coulson was sensitive as it is, but to mention it in front of the inmates as well? Big mistake. He would be lucky if Coulson would strap him in a chair to make him forget about all of this. Compared to what could be done to him, that is. Selvig sat down in the chair across from the desk and waited.

After a few moments, Coulson joined him and sat at his desk without a word. "Phil, I.." Doctor Selvig started but the man at the desk raised his hand to indicate he should stop speaking. "No. I will explain this one more time and you better make sure you listen very well. Fury has visited our little asylum, he saw how dangerous the Asgardians were and the other inmates for that matter, and has given us full clearance. We do what we need to to keep them calm and safe but we have to look out for the safetey of our staff as well. Sif and Loki are trying to rebell against me and I simply wont have it. I am starting to wonder on who's side you really are. " This made Eric gasp for air and glare at the other. "Loki took my mind, you know damn well on who's side I am!" He said in a hushed, but angered tone. Coulson cocked his head. "He took my life. And the Tahiti-project brought me back to life. I owe him the same favor, don't you think?" The smugness was clear in his voice. "His brother should know about all of this! Thor is our ally and we should ask for his permission, Sif hasn't even done anything wrong, for god sake!" Coulson slammed his hand down on the desk and Selvig averted his eyes again. It was stupid to make Phil angry, the doctor knew what he was capable of, he would torture innocent people without a second thought. "Sif tried to protect him! After what he did to me, to us! But fine, if you want Thor's approval, I will get you Thor's approval. Now get out of here, I want project Tahiti up and running as soon as possible."

Selvig was amazed as he walked out of Coulson's office. The man promised him to get Thor's permission. But he was smarter than the average man, of course, so he made Phil promise he could have a word with the god before he left again, to make sure that he indeed gave his approval. You never knew when it came to SHIELD, one should never make assumptions while working for this organization. Barton was called into Coulson's office after Selvig left and he came in, his clothes smeared with blood. "What happened?" Coulson asked the orderly as he sat down in front of him. "One of them tried to escape, I had to do what I had to do. Don't worry, the cause of death will be marked as an accident, I made sure of that." This made Coulson smirk, at least one member of his staff knew how it worked around here, he could trust Barton. That made sense, seeing as how much hate Clint had developed for Loki and other supernatural beings after the battle of New York. "Selvig is being difficult. He wants to see Thor. Take care of that."

Sif was laying on her small bed, curled up as she held her head and sobbed. She hadn't seen Loki for days, she wasn't allowed out of her room anymore since the Furious one visited them. Her food was brought three times a day and in the corner of the room was a dirty toilet for when she had to go. The object was cruelly placed, right across from the small room in the door, so the orderlies could see her on there if they walked by. Sif was disgusted by it, by the lot of them. Usually she had Loki around to comfort her, but now they even took that from her. The door opened and orderly Barton walked into the room. The woman did not look up. "What are you crying about now? Get on your feet." He commanded but she ignored him. What else could they take from her, while she had nothing left already? Orderly Barton smirked at her, as he saw her in her broken state. "Oh, then I will tell your visitor you don't want to see him." As the visitor was mentioned, Sif lifted her head and stared at him, a look of amazement on her face. "A visitor?" She whispered and stood up, walking up to the orderly. This might be her way out! That visitor might see how cruelly they were treated and get them out of here! "Please let me see him?" Barton grinned and pulled her close. "How about you let me feel you first?" Sif bowed her head and looked away as Barton groped her breasts and smacked her behind. "Very good, doll, now walk ahead of me."

The woman was close to vomiting as she walked out of the room, Barton had chosen the perfect moment to feel her up. In any other situation she would have punched his lights out, but she couldn't risk not being allowed to see the visitor. Barton chuckled softly as he walked behind Sif, feeling pretty smug about himself. They arrived at the visitor's room, Loki was already sitting there with nurse Hill behind him. He looked up as Sif and Barton entered and smiled wide, with empty eyes. "Sif..someone came to see us!" The woman gave him a soft smile as she sat next to him and nodded. "Yes, Loki, maybe he will take us back home…to the golden palace!" The image had somehow found its way into her brain again and as she said this to Loki, Hill and Barton shot each other a look. They would report this to Coulson, of course. After a while, the door to the visitor's room opened and a tall blonde man stepped inside. His long hair was tied together in pony-tail and his steel-blue eyes glanced over the people in the room. As Loki and Sif laid eyes on him, they knew who he was. "Thor!" Sif exclaimed and ran up to him, hugging him tight. "Brother.." Loki rasped and waited until Sif was done so he could embrace him as well.

But instead of hugging her back, the man pushed Sif away, thereby revealing the name-tag on his chest, reading "Donald Blake". Sif stared at him in disbelief when she was pushed away so roughly. "Do not give me that look, Sif, you deserved this. You and Loki have been a disgrace to us, Loki tried to take over Midgard and you protected him from the agents that wanted to capture him! You are not welcome back on Asgard so you'd do best staying here and behave as you both serve your punishment." Loki's eyes filled with tears as he listened to the words, memories flashing before his eyes. "Do I make myself clear?" The man asked as he slightly raised his voice, due to the lack of response from them. "Yes, Thor." Sif whimpered, pulling Loki close in an embrace to hide her tears. Loki wrapped his arms around her and tried to calm her down by stroking her hair. At the same time, his tears were replaced by a glare. "You will be sorry, you will all be sorry. Me and Sif will get out of here and then you'll all pay. First Midgard, then Asgard. This is a promise." He hissed before Hill and Barton led them back to their rooms. Selvig was brought into the room after the inmates were led away and sighed, shaking his head. "I was sure you'd take them back to Asgard." But Thor shook his head. "Father forbade it. There is nothing I can do."

Selvig sighed again. "They are being tortured, Thor. I expected more of you." The man merely frowned at Eric and said nothing else. The doctor turned around and left the room. Barton came back to retrieve 'Donald' and walked him to the agent that escorted him over here. "If you get back to base, be sure to switch him off before you put him between the other life model decoy's again, or else he'll wake the loft of them up." The agent agreed to this and left. Barton smirked. Eric Selvig was too easily fooled. Now project Tahiti could start.