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Violence

Neither of them seemed to remember the danger that surrounded them. They pulled apart and looked into eachothers eyes. Loki placed his hand on the side of her face, and neither said a word.

She was brought back to reality when she sensed Thor's anger approaching quickly. "Thor is coming!" she said, looking around, expecting him to come crashing through or wall or some dramatic entrance as he always does.

Loki pulled her towards the panel that controlled everything, and ducked down, as he projected an image of himself standing in the doorway to the glass room. "No!" Thor yelled, as he lunged for Loki. He passed straight through him. Somewhere below them, there was a great bout of commotion, as if the helicarrier was being destroyed from within. A beastial roar could be heard, and she hadn't a clue what it was.

Loki closed the door and Thor became trapped. Loki and Sylv stood up and walked towards the glass. "Sylv! I knew you would betray us!" Thor said, glaring at both of them.

Loki grinned. "The humans think us immortal...shall we test that?"

Just as he prepared to send Thor in the glass cage spiraling down to the earth, Agent Coulson walked in. "Move away, please." he said, carrying a very menacing looking gun. Loki slowly put his hands up. "You like this? We started working on the prototype went you sent The Destroyer." he said.

Sylv moved slowly and tried to grab one of her throwing stars, grabbing the attention of Coulson, giving Loki time to put up a projection of himself in the same spot and silently move around, which no one but Sylv noticed. "Even I don't know what it does." he said, cocking the gun. "You wanna find out?"

Just then, the scepter's knife edge went straight through Coulson's gut, as he yelled out in pain. Thor screamed out, slamming his hammer against the glass. The entire cage shook and felt as if it would collapse right then.

Coulson fell against the wall, still clutching the small bit of life he had left. Thor looked at Sylv and Loki with such contempt it almost stung. "Why." Thor simply said, lowering his eyes to the floor.

"Why?" Loki replied, nearly laughing. "Why what, brother?"

"Sylv. You were in good standing once upon Asgard...why did you choose this?" Thor said, so pathetic that it seemed almost a shame. Loki looked at her, but she did not know what to say, when out of nowhere, the words came spilling out, like a dam that had been holding a river for years, and was finally let go.

"That is where you are wrong. I did not. You chose it for me." she said, motioning towards the nearly dead Coulson. Thor looked confused, so she clarified. "You saw me in the forest that day. You knew I had not murdered him. Yet when I was banished to be a servant on another planet, you said nothing. You cared not." she said.

"And for all the time I rotted there, you never made right. It was then I realized that it was you that caused Asgard's downfall. So here we are, punishing you for all the pain you have caused. Humans are merely a pawn in our game."

Loki grinned wickedly, stepping beside her. "They were made to be ruled."

"You're wrong." Agent Coulson said, blood dripping down his lip. "You'll lose. You always do."

Loki stepped once more to the panel and push a button, and the floor opened up, the roaring of the suction was deafening. They took a final glance at Thor, and Loki pushed the button, sending him shooting down, out of the craft. The floor closed once more.

They stood there, Sylv trying to soak up everything that had just happened. Agent Coulson spat out some blood and tried to say something. Loki glanced at him pitifully and walked away, turning and waiting for Sylv in the doorway.

At what point is it too much, she wondered. She firmly believed that humans are a pawn and that this is all a game, but as in any hunter, there are moments of pity of an animal you kill for sport. Does it make them stop? Rarely. It just makes the hunter continue on with that thought lingering over their head. Thinking, what family did that deer have to go home to? How many lives was it responsible for? Who will further die because it is now dead?

She swept pass Agent Coulson on the ground and walked side by side with Loki down the hall. "Barton will have deactivated the engines by now, we must get off." he said. She nodded. Words failed to come to her at the moment.

Down the hall, there was a gaping hole, that literally led straight outside. The wind was powerful and the helicarrier shifted sides once more. They walked towards the open hallway, when Loki grabbed Sylv and pulled her behind the wall, as gunshots fired, ricocheting off the bullet proof glass next to them. "I need my scepter" he said calmly. She pulled her daggers out and prepared to step out, into the gunfire.

"No...I can't risk you getting hurt..." he said, holding her arm firmly. She grinned. "Their weapons are no more than rocks to you and me. You know this." she said. He looked into her eyes, nearly freezing time, so it seemed. He let go of her arm and she sped towards whoever was shooting the gun, and slashed their stomach. She stood up straight and looked around, and felt the magical pulse of the scepter from the next room.

Just as she turned around, a guard was just about to slam her on the head with a large chair, when Loki threw him across the room, knocking him out. "Your senses seem to have been dulled, love. Do be careful."

Her senses, in fact, were not dulled, but her mind was immensely preoccupied. She kept having to remind herself to stay in the present. A mistake like that around Thor or one of those other supposed 'super-heroes' and she would feel very, very foolish.

She looked down at the floor and something popped into her mind that did not make sense at all. When she was picked up by Agent Coulson in that snowy desert, a guard hit her with the butt of his gun, nearly knocking her out. It should not have done anything to her.

Sylv looked at her hands, panicked that she might be in more danger than she thought. She was strong, yes, but that did not make her skin resistant to bullets or knives.

Loki looked puzzlingly at her. "What is it? Sylv?" he asked, anxious to leave the helicarrier before it crashed. "I am so confused...my memory...it's...all wrong..." she said, putting her daggers back into their sheaths. "Nothing makes sense."

Loki looked at her as if he knew something she did not. He had a sorrowful look and sighed deeply. "I will explain everything, let us find my scepter, Sylv, and all will be revealed." he said.

She nodded slowly. "The scepter is in this room" she said, pointing to a bare wall with a small window in it. She smashed it with her fist and crawled in, but did not see the hole in the ground, and nearly fell into her. She caught herself and grabbed the wall.

Sylv jumped over it and grabbed the scepter, she gave it to Loki through the window, and put her hands on the window sill, which was covered in broken glass. As she stepped through, she felt sharp twangs of pain in her hands and saw shards of glass sticking out, blood droplets coming from them.

Panic, shock and fear jumped through her. As all citizens of Asgard are very damage resistant, at least to human standards. She quickly pulled them out and didn't say anything to Loki, as they took off down the hall. Just as they made it to the end of the hall which opened up to the blue skys, someone behind them started shooting their gun. Loki easily turned around and shot the scepter, and the area that the person stood in was now merely a smoking crater.

He walked a few steps, seeing the ladder from the waiting hovercraft, but realized how quiet it now seemed. He realized, that he now walked alone.