A/N So I split the first part into two different chapters, nothing changed other than that sorry. I hope you enjoy this next part. I will try to make it easier to read from now on. Also, I can't believe people are actually reading this story! YAY!
A lot shorter than the first installment, but I just wanted to get something done. I'm going to try to upload every few days, so the installments will be about this length from now on.
Loki opened his eyes to find himself completely surrounded by black. The space around him was so dark he almost shrank back in fear, like a small child still able to be afraid of the monsters that the dark provided. He straightened his back though, and called out to Kitty, using the pet name the boy had given her. In response, a small boy entered his vision, bringing with him light, emanating from the center of his palm.
Loki scoffed, "Of course the source of light in her heart is her precious Jack."
He thought, disgusted by the sheer sentiment surrounding the idea. But as the boy drew closer, Loki saw that though it was indeed Jack, he was not the source of light, simply a carrier of it.
He laughed at Loki's befuddled expression and held his hand out. Loki took the outstretched palm and immediately felt different. He could see everything around him and it was one of the more interesting mind-scapes he had ever visited.
Most people had occupied their minds with memories and random facts and to-do lists; but not this child. Her mind was filled with thoughts that she should not have. Each mind-scape was different, the memories and thoughts of a person represented in a different way. Here, he was in an abandoned art gallery, much like Stuttgart's.
He strode down the hallways, clasping hands with the small boy, and peering with much interest at the paintings on the wall. There were many that depicted Jack, all rudimentary sketches at first and then they became wonderful oils of his face, and the way he smiled. Loki had to look away at the sheer stupidity he was involved in at the moment, such sentiment in one so promising caused him to want to retch.
His eyes were drawn into other paintings though, ones of the Hawk-Eyed One. They were soft watercolors, depicting him with a woman with red hair, both of them laughing in almost every one, except for one where the woman was crying and the Hawk held her.
Loki stared at one of the final paintings at the end of the hall, one of him. He felt familiar rage at how he was depicted, weak, crying and alone. But he paused as he realized it was he as he was today, standing over the people of Midgaurd, but in this picture there is a hand on his shoulder, and that seems to be the cause of his distress. He turned from the painting quickly, fearing what the girl may have learned by simply observing him. He strode towards the doors and released the boys hand to open them, noticing that it was no longer so dark.
Loki stepped out into a brightness he wasn't expecting. He was suddenly standing in a large field, surrounded by heavy metal fences and barbed wires, in the bright sunlight. In the middle of the field lay a small girl, a child whose bones showed through her skin and her tears branded her face.
Loki stepped tentatively towards her, ready to break her will to his own, so that he may 'free her mind' but she stood first.
"Hi. I'm glad Jack showed you the way. She doesn't let me out very often, but I guess you're here for that, huh?" the child looked up at him with wide eyes and Loki took a step back as he realized what she was.
She was a personification of Kitty's emotions and inner thoughts; she was everything that Kitty feared. Loki sneered and stepped forward, grasping the frail thing's arm. "Tell me what I must do to free you."
The girl simply laughed and skipped away, her arm vanishing from his grasp. Loki growled and stepped forward but she simply stepped out of reach again.
"I can always leave silly. You finding me are about as much as it takes for her to let me out, I think. That is, I don't really, I mean," her carefree expression gone, she stopped herself mid twirl, "I've actually never thought about it. Maybe, we should knock down some walls or something?'
Loki scoffed at the mood swing, realizing that a being made of pure emotion was bound to be flighty. He simply took her by the hand and nearly dragged her from where she sat in the field of daylight, through the faux art gallery into the darkness that constituted the rest of the mind scape. He let her go and she flinched, falling to the ground.
"Everything is so dark her, she's been hiding, and I've been hiding everything for so long. Jack was the only connection between these two places… I don't know where he is."
She got up and frantically looked around, creating light everywhere she stepped. "Oh, I guess he's not needed right now."
Her face turned thoughtful and then her eyes widened, and she whirled towards Loki, "Oh! I get it now. You can go now! Bye!"
Loki frowned as the world swirled around him, the girl's quick departure and removal of his from her mind disorienting him. He stumbled backwards as her mind closed him out yet again, but he made sure that he left a small semblance of himself there, to make it easier to control her brain once he was in his body once again.
Kitty's eyes flew open and she couldn't quite make out where she was. Everything seemed so much clearer now, and she hugged her arms to her chest to try to shield herself from the cold. She must be above the sewers, somewhere high up.
Her eyesight focused and she realized she was on top of a tower, and she still had full control of her actions. Hoping to remedy the situation, she went in search of Loki. She moved slowly through the Tower, viewing all of the pretty things that were contained in the rooms.
She found Loki on another part of the roof, and waited until he was done talking to the Selvig man with the too-blue eyes. Loki turned to her and started, his eyes widening. She waved and smiled, happy to be able to surprise him still. {Happy, she thought, I'm happy!} Loki strode forward to the edge of the tower and nodded for her to follow.
She noticed the scepter in his hand and tried to grab it, to remind him of his promise, but it evaded her grasp. Loki stared out at the city and laughed, a harsh laugh, one that might have sent shivers down Kitty's spine if she hadn't been too focused on her new ability to feel.
She was smiling stupidly as Loki began one of his long-winded speeches.
"You see now, you see how these people beg to be ruled. You have admitted it's in your nature, you have shown me in your request that all of humanity wants the freedom of being enslaved."
He smiled wildly and she moved closer, impatient and wanting him to just do it already. He moved his scepter into his right hand and pressed it into her chest. She felt something break, a snap of something in her mind and she tried to pull back but couldn't quite manage it.
He was smiling so viciously now that she almost felt afraid, realizing too late what she had agreed to.
"Shhhh, little one. Soon your beast shall be let free and you and I will rule the world together." So that's what he had done before she could get him out of her head. He had blurred the line between her violent self and her human form.
She reared her head back, feeling the surge of power coming from the scepter engulfing her heart and her mind. Blue shielded her sight, and she felt as if someone's hands were on her shoulders, and a hand grasped her head.
"Sto- st-stop. I don't want her to be here." She tried to say but it came out in a whisper, until all she could do was growl.
Loki's smile grew, "You're beautiful. Such a monster, my monster." He reached out and ran his long porcelain fingers through her mane, and she growled in response. He brought out a metal collar, and wrapped it round her neck, magically creating chains that kept her in place, at the edge of the tower.
"Can you speak?" he asked as he began to move away. She grunted and opened her mouth, her tongue trying to make sense of the sharp teeth which now resided there, "A little. Not- so good. With words."
Her voice came out gravelly and harsh and Loki refused to lose his look of glee. "Tell me, beast. What is your name?" She looked at him, confused. She was the same person, she did not separate her consciousness from her forms, it was still kitty, just a very angry, scared and blood thirsty kitty.
"Same. Jack called- Kit-Kitty." She ground out the words, speaking with effort. Loki frowned, apparently not liking the idea that his monster was still human. But he simply shrugged and said, "Is that your true name? For it is one inadequate of a creature of your stature."
She growled and rolled herself into a ball, the chain tugging into her skin uncomfortably. Loki frowned and stepped forward, putting his thumb to her head, and she tried to rear back again, but couldn't, something in the blue telling her she mustn't.
She could feel his fingers searching her mind, like when someone thumbed through a filing cabinet. Memories began to come to the forefront of her mind, ones that she did not exactly remember, but she knew that they had happened.
The feeling of being born, of being abandoned, the rustling of paper and the sound of pens scratching out her identity, all of these things she felt as if they were happening currently. She tried to shrink back, but Loki's fingers held her in place.
"No name. A nameless child. How fitting." He whispered as he broke away. He was rubbing his hand, as if he had been burned slightly. He sighed deeply and his face took on the look of remembrance, and she suddenly felt a very sharp tug as memories that were not her own played before her blue eyes.
A child left alone, abandoned, just like her, lay on the ground. There was a rush of wind and the arms of a warrior, a father, before she saw the beautiful blonde hair of a mother. A brother, tall and strong, but despite his loving ways, he doesn't see how hurt the child is. The child feels too alone.
Betrayal, screaming, crying; all of these things blended into one. There was travelling and madness and pain. There was a face so terrifying that the memories stilled, and she stared at the face of a man to be feared by all.
Suddenly, Loki was slapping her. The pain registered, and the beast's eyes pricked with tears as Loki held its chin with a firm hand. "Don't ever- How dare you enter my mind! Our bond is for you to serve and give, never to take!" He stormed away then, turning to where Selvig was setting up an odd contraption.