White walls

A/N so, I'm going on holiday for a while next week, and I dont know when I am going to have time to post, so updates might be a little irregular(sorry). I will post as many chapters as I can though! Soon I will be posting chapter one of the sequel to Miss Fantastic, and it will be called "Walls of Ivy", and it will be X-Men DOFP with a twist. Thanks for reading this story, and please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, it all belongs to Marvel

Lena wakes up in a dark room, with a massive pain in her head. She's confused and dazed, and for a moment she doesn't remember why her head hurts. She sits up, and pain hits her so hard, like a solid brick wall, that she has to lie back down again. This doesn't stop the pain, only lessens it. She tries to concentrate on something.

She counts to ten, then recites the Periodic Table, then what stars made up certain constellations.

Giving her mind something to do helps, and soon she feels better. That is, until she remembers why it hurts so much.

It happened so fast, and she only gets around ten seconds of memory which flash before her eyes again and again. It plays over and over, like a record stuck on repeat, and she finds herself crying, not believing this memory but also knowing it is correct the whole time.

Loki would never do that.

You have always trusted your mind. Sometimes, it has been the only thing you could trust.

But he's my husband, he loves me. Somebody has been messing with my head.

You are the one who messes with heads.

Eventually, Lena has to give in, and grudgingly accepts the fact that it happened, as much as it breaks her heart to do so. She still doesn't know why he did what he did though.

She focuses on something else now, finding out what the hell is going on. Lena sits up, ignoring the tidal waves of pain screaming at her to stay where she is. She stands up, and at first her legs don't take her weight, and she collapses to the floor, which is cold. She stands up again, and her shaking legs manage to hold her, and she takes gentle steps towards anything. She holds her arm out in front of her, like a zombie.

Eventually, her fingers touch a door handle, and Lena could cry in relief. She has to grab it with both hands to turn it, but she does, forcefully, and the door swings open. Shafts of light crash into her, and she lifts up an arm to shield her eyes whilst they adjust to the sudden brightness.

Lena hears someone outside the door standing up, and she shuts the door again, afraid of who it might be, and what they might do to her. By now, it could be Odin's guards, ready to arrest her. Or worse, it could be Loki. She'd never thought, ever, that she would take being arrested over seeing her husband, whom she loves. No, it's not past tense yet. Lena is pretty sure she still loves him, despite her common sense screaming at her not to. It takes more than ten seconds to dissuade a stubborn human girl like Lena.

Some might call her a fool for this, that she still loves a man who threw her against a wall. And yeah, it's stupid, Lena knows that, but she gets a feeling that the person who threw her against the wall wasn't Loki. That's a stupid hope too, she supposes. But she's always been the hopeful type.

The door opens again, and Lena sucks in a deep breath. But it's only Gaia, and Lena lets out the breath in relief, and practically falls into the arms of Gaia, who just smiles sadly, and supports the weight of the small girl.

Gaia sits Lena on the chair she was waiting for her on.

"My lady?" She asks worriedly. Lena's eyes flicker open again, although slightly shut due to the light.

"Yes?" She says, her voice stronger than she thought it would be. Gaia smiles sadly.

"Are you feeling better?" She asks, looking around her for any signs of Loki. Whatever happens next, Gaia will try and keep this girl away from Loki, even if he is her husband.

Lena laughs.

"No." She says honestly, and Gaia bits her lip. This is the first time Lena has seen Gaia unsettled, and it's a bit scary to her. Gaia has been a rock that she can depend on, and seeing her worried scares her to pieces.

"My Lady, once you have gathered your strength, you must get away from here! Use your powers, and return to the city. From there, go to Heimdall and he will open the Bifrost for you to return to Earth. My Lady?" Gaia talks quickly, but notices Lena is not listening.

Lena is start behind Gaia, her face drained of all colour, unable to move. She is so scared.

Loki stands behind Gaia, a nasty grin on his face, staring straight at Lena. Gaia turns, and follows Lena's gaze. Gaia could kick something. How is she going to get Lena away now?!

Loki turns to face Gaia.

"Lena will not be leaving this castle. She stays with me , her husband. It is not up to you to decide that." Loki steps forward, menacingly, spitting the words. "I suggest you leave." Loki finishes, before grabbing Lena by the colour of her shirt. "And you, my friend, will stay here, with me, where I can look after you."

Gaia doesn't know what to do now. Even if she warns Odin, Odin will not care. He'll say it was Lena's own fault.

Loki begins to drag Lena away, and Lena looks to Gaia in terror. She sends Gaia a message in her head.

New York. Then she sends an image of Stark Tower. Clint Barton.

Gaia is surprised, but not overwhelming so, by the voice in her head. New York. Stark Tower. Clint Barton. Gaia smiles to herself. Looks like she can help after all.

Then she runs away, as fast as she can. Time moves faster in Asgard than it does on Earth, and if she spends too much time anywhere it could be too late for this girl.

Loki drags Lena down a corridor on his left, and then opens a door, and throws her in. He locks the door behind her, and then another blast of his magic sends her flying against the walls again.

When she comes to, she takes in the room around her. The walls are white. The ceiling is white. The floors are white.

The only thing in the room, apart from her, is a stool, which is painted white. The only colour is the mark on the floor behind her from the blood that trickled from the cut on her forehead.

She lifts her fingers up to touch her forehead, and she feels slightly faint when her fingers come away red, dripping red blood.

The walls close in on her, then open and close again, a constant loop of dizziness. Everything begins to spin, and she blacks out.

She wakes, and crawls into a corner of the room, shutting her eyes against the rotating and spinning walls which hypnotise her, threatening to turn her crazy. She cries out, and sobs for days on end, sleep fractured by nightmares, days fractured by pain.

Every few days, Loki must walks by, because she is thrown against the wall again. The pain is never ending, and she's amazed she is still alive. She's not entirely sure if she is still sane though.

Overtime, the walls are stained, stained with red smears which distress her even more. The only food that gets in comes every few hours, a sandwich and a glass of water. The sandwich is always cheese. Lena hates cheese. But she eats it anyway, she has no choice.

It is a nice sentiment, she thinks, Loki still making sure I'm fed. sweet, he wants to torture me but keep me alive. I wonder why that is.

She talks to herself a lot, and also yells and screams his much she hates Loki, just in case he hears. She doesn't know how it's helping, but it makes her feel a bit better.

One of the things that Lena hates most about this situation is the fact that she can do noting. She's too weak, and has no energy to do anything other than cry and scream. Also, she's waiting for Clint to save her. And although she will be glad to see him, she doesn't know how he is going to react to what happened to her. She knows he will blame himself. Lena doesn't like relying on other people. It makes her feel useless. But she supposes she has no other choice.

So there she stays, in a constant loop of being conscious and unconscious.

And she has been counting what she think might be days, based on the pattern on the meals.

630 of them.