I am really sorry about the huge break in writing. School has kicked in and I had a week of tests so had no time to update. The updates may become a bit random now as I have a really busy schedule. I am rehearsing every other night for a school production so things are a bit hectic so you'll have to bear with me. Aside from that I hope you'll enjoy the new chapter. A bit shorter than the others but as I said I'm very busy...
"I can't go any faster" Said the black widow. At his request they had already activated the siren and lights and were speeding through the country. She glanced at the clock, an hour had already passed and they were still at least an hour and a half away from Tom and Loki.
"Isn't there anything we can do?" Asked Steve, grasping his shield and staring out the window.
"Unless you can find yourself a helicopter then no. The best thing you can do is keep an eye on that device and make sure that they don't move."
That was when she saw it. The glint in Tony's eye. "What!..."
Tom still stood. He had to. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He had been rhythmically pacing from one side of the room to the other to keep himself awake. He could feel exhaustion starting to take over his mind, but he couldn't give in. He reckoned it would take the avengers just over two hours to reach him. If he could hold on that long he had some hope. Glancing out the window he saw the bright city of New York below him. Beautiful place to die. The thought crossed his mind before he could stop it and he silently cursed as a wave of fear rushed through his body. That wouldn't happen. Tom had already tried signalling for help, much to the amusement of Loki it has seemed, judging by the gods cackling. When Tom had tried to open a window he had felt a sharp shock race through his bodyk, no doubt some kind of magic Loki had placed on the room, or the building. What worried him the most was that this shock had brought the exhaustion on faster. It was almost as if Loki was toying with him, letting him stay awake only as long as it pleased him. Banishing that thought from his mind he decided to focus on staying awake rather than escaping. Conserving energy was the best thing to do for now.
He also had another reason for pacing. Maybe if he could annoy Loki enough to grab him he could try and grab his bare flesh and transfer his mind. He knew it was a long shot but was determined to go down fighting. Unfortunately Loki had decided to take some extra precautions and was now wearing gloves as well. This made things a little harder for him but what Loki didn't realise was that Tom had wanted him in possession of the pill. If and when he managed to get back into his body he would have the pill within easy reach and this would make it easier to get Loki to take it. In theory...
That's what he was holding onto, theory. This whole plan hinged on not passing out before he could touch Loki. Or the avengers got here and forced Loki to touch him. As another wave of exhaustion passed over him he stumbled and knew that time was running out.
Loki leaned back in his chair and laughed at the mortals stumble. He really didn't want to give in, he supposed that he should admire that about the man if nothing else. it would be so much easier if he would just relax and sleep already. But it really was of no matter, the man was getting weak, the stumble had proved as much. He almost wished he could transfer back to his old body, this one was nearly identical but lacking in something. Also the midgardian clothing. He had always disliked their style sense. These clothes were not fitting enough for a God. He resolves to reclaim his outfit once the man was dead. He would have no fear of a mind transfer on touch then. Until then he couldn't risk being weakened and allowing Odin to pull him back though. And this world was perfect, never having experienced his presence before and already worshiping his form like he was a god. He chuckled to himself, well they would see what type of god he was now.
He noticed something shift in Tom's manner as if he had set his mind on something. Loki became wary as he noticed Tom's body tense. Was he really going to attack him and try the mind transfer. He hadn't bothered up till now. Loki gasped in surprise as Tom barrelled towards him taking a step back and
A gun was brought to his face. Tom pulled up short of grabbing Loki and stumbled backwards slightly to avoid looking directly down the barrel. Loki wouldn't shoot himhe needed him. Didn't he? Doubt started to cloud his mind as he took another step back accompanied by Loki's laughter. He tripped and fell backwards his head colliding with the floor sending trying and failing to lift his head as he struggled on the edge of consciousness. To all outsiders anyway.