Bryn didn't know how long she had been there. She tried counting by how many times she slept, but that quickly stopped working. She had been woken up in what seemed like the middle of the night too often. She had torture methods done to her, but even then she still rebelled. When they pushed food through the slot, she refused to eat it. When they pulled her out of the room they kept her in, she was slow in obeying their commands. And when they pitted her against a man with a metal arm, she refused to fight to the point that she was beaten into the ground. She trusted her brothers to take these Midgardians down. If only they would come soon.
Loki pounded the table in frustration. Every time they got a lock on Bryn's position, Hydra moved. She didn't know where she was each time, not to mention her mind was filled with pain whenever she wasn't asleep. He couldn't even get her to realize he was there, because they had somehow put a block on the twin bond. All he could do was tell them that she was in pain, being tortured and mover around a lot. If only he could help more.
Thor had taken to the Midgardian punching bag to relieve his own anger. If his strength hadn't been dialed down with everything else, he would have been knocking them across the room. As it was, they were constantly breaking, and he had to regularly stop and replace them. He wished that the bags were stronger, because he had thought too much during those few seconds. Balder had been bad enough, and they only had him for a day. Bryn had been there much longer, but it seemed Hydra had learned from their mistake. He was tired of it, and he just wanted his family to be safe. If only he could guarantee it.
Balder leaned back on the bed in his room. He had been healing up in the week that he was out of Hydra's clutches, but the doctors said would always have scars at the very least, and there was a possibility he would never fully recover from what they called the German Chair. It had torn his skin, some of his muscles, and nearly fractured his bones. They had said that only his Aesir physiology had kept his back from breaking. He thought back to how Bryn would have been able to heal him with a feather-light touch. His mind turned to the torture again, and he inwardly winced. If only it had been Bryn who saved him.
Yay another chapter! Sorry for the longish waiy, I was taking this chapter in a different direction and it wasn't working, so then I did this and voila! It worked.
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