Chapter 2:
Sam's eyes were fixed on Loki as he was sleeping, a hard piercing gaze Sam usually had when he examined someone. Loki had his black hair pulled back and it was long enough to reach his shoulders. A small scar orientated on his nose and on a part of his left cheek, the scar that was an instant reminder of Loki's deeds. He was dressed in his usual green cape.
Sam spent the whole night reading about Loki, Thor and the whole Nine Realms mythologies, and what he finished was just a slight amount of it.
"Morning," Natasha mumbled, entering the room.
"Oh, good morning, Natasha."
"What are you doing up this early?"
"I couldn't sleep," Sam said dryly.
"Hmm," she simply nodded and then went to the kitchen to get the mug that JARVIS used to set up to prepare the coffee at 6 a.m. for Natasha and Clint. Sam followed her.
"Hey, why do you keep Loki in cage? I mean, why doesn't he get a room?" Sam asked.
"Maybe because he tried to destroy our world and all the people with it?"
"Well yeah, but now Thor has promised to keep an eye on him, I don't think you should imprison him like this. It's inhuman," Sam pointed out.
"Killing thousands of innocent people is inhuman, Sam. Besides, he is not even human," Natasha's tone was firm.
Sam's images of being imprisoned in Bobby's iron-made cell popped before his eyes, and he couldn't control it. The days he had spent alone and the hallucinations he had had were enough to let the madness of his inner demons kick in and take control over him again and again, they would make him beg, shout and cry. They would niggle his head, create an itching fever at the back of his eyes and make his blood boil. He remembered the screams his throat had released, the weakness of his knees. But all of this didn't, no it couldn't, compare to the pain of his guilt that ate his insides out.
There is one good thing about physical pain; it ends, unlike emotional pain. That weight that his heart would carry forever. Nothing and no one could ever change that. What was done was done. The damage would always stay with him, would always linger. An instant memory and yellow stain in his mind.
Sam slowly swum back to the surface of the reality. "Yeah, but you won't get any information from him if you keep treating him like that, like an prisoner. Just saying."
Natasha frowned before she said with a deep sigh. "I guess you're right. We must know who gave him the army, I'll talk to Stark."
"Good. I'll go get some sleep now," Sam said.
Clint came out of the bathroom with nothing on but a towel around his waist and immediately walked over to Natasha and grabbed her by her shoulders, kissing her neck, slowly and tenderly.
"Good morning," Natasha giggled.
"Morning gorgeous," Clint grinned whilst pressing another kiss to her forehead.
"Coffee?" Natasha offered.
Clint put away the glass of coffee she had offered him and grabbed her hand so his fingers filled the spaces between hers, and with his other hand he grabbed her butt. And he soak himself into kissing her lips. Natasha grinned while kissing him back, holding a lot more force in it this time. "Mhmmm," she moaned against his sweaty lips.
"Stop. Not here Clint," she giggled pointing at Sam and Dean.
He grabbed and lifted her on one shoulder carrying her with him back to the bathroom. Then he locked the door behind him.
Natasha was getting hot as Clint started to take off her clothes rapidly, and she took off his towel with one hand while the other was around his head. They engaged in another steamy kiss, their lips crashed and tongues fused in a collaborated movements. An itching fire caused by the sensation of their bodies touching, raced through both of their veins.
Something hard was rubbing Natasha's thigh now, she smiled widely and knelt down slowly, kissing his nipples all the way down to his abs and finally to his cock, kissing its head.
"Ah, fuck!" Clint groaned.
Natasha was deep throating him, it felt good, sensational, the euphoria spread through his body. Her pace became faster and his moans increased. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head deep to his cock, then pulled her up again to kiss her, he just couldn't resist Natasha's enticing and beautiful lips.
She loved how he took the wheel.
He turned her around while she put her hands on the wall for support, and he started rubbing his cock against her vagina. "Put it in," she whispered, her eyes closed.
He put his cock in her and wild moans were let out of her throat.
He began slowly, patiently, moving his hips against her butt and through her moans, he could hear the slamming sound.
Natasha's removed one hand off the wall and grabbed Clint's butt, squashing it and feeling as it moved back and forth, "Yes. Fuck yes."
Clint started to sweat and his pace quickened as his cock went deeper causing wilder moans. "Ugh, fuck," Clint shouted.
"Woah, woah, woah, guys. Not in the bathroom!" Stark shouted from outside the bathroom. "And use condoms, I don't want little assassin kiddos running around my residence," he added.
But they simply ignored him and carried on.
Dean woke up at the sound of loud rock music playing around the room. He stood up on his feet, trying to stabilize the sight through his blurry eyes. He rubbed them and went over to the fridge to get himself some pie. Tony's fridge had everything, literally everything.
Pie was probably the first main reason Dean was happy to stay here as much as he was asked for.
"Metallica. Awesome right?" Tony said whilst blabbing on the phone with Pepper.
Dean nodded.
Turning his head he saw Loki's cage, only Loki wasn't in it.
"What the fuck! Where is-"
"Chill. We moved him to his own room, I'll tell you everything later. I gotta run," Tony said, already being half out of the room.
"Sure," Dean said, confusion marking his eyes.
Dean was feeling lonely. Tony was the only one to keep him company, but most of the time he was away anyway. Clint and Natasha were like the loving birds, they only had time for each other. Bruce was in his laboratory while Steve was with Nick Fury all the time and Thor had returned to Asgard earlier that day. He had promised to come back in a matter of few days, apparently it was something urgent that had to be taken care of.
"Hey, Dean. What are you up to?" Steve asked.
"Nothing."
"I need you to help me with the boxing bags. They are just too many, and I have to see Nick Fury in a few minutes," Steve asked gently.
"Yeah, sure!" Dean grinned widely at the thought of helping his favorite Avenger.
Loki had found himself alone in the bathroom, naked in front of the mirror. There, on the shiny surface, was his body and his face. He knew now who he was – he knew that if there was something he had to prove, then he had to prove it first to himself. Above all he knew what he wanted to do now.
He took a deep breath and stared at his reflection in the mirror again. "I am God," he said.
"I AM GOD!" his fist hit the mirror and it broke into thousands of pieces. A tear rolled down his cheek mixing with the water drops in the sink.
When he got out, he saw Sam sitting at the edge of his bed. He immediately stood up and his head went giddy, adrenaline raced through his body, and his muscles began to ache.
That what it's like being near a God,he thought to himself.
"What are you doing here?" Loki asked.
"I wanna talk to you and get to know you, after all we're living under the same roof."
"Why? What do you need?"
"You know, Loki, I had a father like yours. He never loved me the way he loved my brother – Dean. I don't blame him, I was, still am a monster-"
"You know nothing about monsters."
Sam continued ignoring him, "-I brought the Apocalypse, because I chose a demon over my own brother. I betrayed everyone," he took a deep breath. "But there is this thing, Loki. It's called Redemption. It might take a lifetime, but I'm willing to seek it. In your situation, you're luckier than me. You're immortal. You still have the chance to make things right, Loki."
"Get out," Loki seethed.
"Can't you see how people around you care about you, why can't you see it? I was in your situation once. My brother Dean, he saved me.And Thor, he's trying to do the exact same for you now! He wants to save from yourself!" Sam's tone began to get louder.
Loki frowned. "Why do you care so much? You barely even know me."
"See Loki, that's where you're wrong," Sam said. "I know you better than anyone here, I know you because you are me. You are that phase of my life that I hated so much, and no matter what I do, no matter what I try to accomplish, I will never get over it. The choices I did once, I can never take them back."
"Or maybe you're just here waiting for me to soften up and give you whatever you want from me! Everybody hates me, cause I'm above them. I'm a God, you little human!" Loki shouted. "GET OUT!" He shouted again, his face slowly starting to turn blue and his eyes hell-ish red.
Sam shuddered and got up and left, trying to stay still on his feet.
A sound of cracking and breaking glass followed from Loki's room.
Thursday 12th, July.
He refused to talk to me. Just like I did once with Dean. I will save him. I MUST save him. Maybe that will serve in my sought of redemption.
End Entry.
