I am so sorry for the long wait. A lot of shit has been messing with my head lately, I couldn't focus on writing this.
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"10 seconds till arrival. Get ready to get off." The female voice speaks to his escort again.
"Will do."
"Finally." Loki drawls, though his heart is beating so fast he wonders if that is what is causing his shaking.
Fear holds onto his heart like a child holding the hand of their parent, clenched tight and determined not to let go. His stomach climbs it's way to his heart, becoming uncomfortable and shooting up to his throat. It's suffocating him.
"Alright, I can take this off now." Loki tenses as the man reaches back to his head and unties the blindfold. As the fabric falls, he quickly surveys around himself. The aircraft is dark, small, and painfully metallic.
He notices that there is no one else on the metal benches protruding from the walls.
"Where is that woman?"
"Huh?" Gathering the duffel bag he had apparently brought, his escort was distracted.
Sighing, Loki speaks as if to a child. "The woman. Who was speaking. Informing us of how long it would take?"
A small flush bursts on his cheeks as the agent muffles a laugh. "S-she wasn't here. She was on my communicator."
How did I miss this one? Loki clenches his teeth, wishing he had spotted this agent the last time he was on Midgard. It would have been nice to crush his throat.
"It has been ten seconds, yes?" He is about to kill this idiot, who is still chuckling to himself.
"Yeah. Let's go. Want to bring her too?"
You would think that he had lost his mind the way he laughs. Instead of risking further punishments that the ones he is already condemned to, he resigns with rubbing his hands raw, clenching his jaw so tight it's a wonder his teeth don't crack.
The hull opens, the blinding sun washing over him and making him sick.
Once he adjusts to the light, chained hands lower from his face, his shaking becoming worse. This is where he stabbed Thor. Where he landed in a crater made by a green monster. The place he had been utterly defeated.
They are brilliant, he will give these mortals as much. Not only beat him within seconds from dying, but where he was most humiliated.
Oh, how clever. Loki tells himself this as he is pulled forward. For a brief moment, he wonders if he moves fast enough, if he can jump off the roof.
"Alright guys, this is it. Please don't cause any death, and it'll be very appreciated." Tony beams at the rest of the team, but they are all watching behind him. Smile falling, he turns around.
Someone leads Loki by a chain connected to cuffs.
Loki looks sick.
Physically as well as mentally. Not to mention the state he is in, only a thin hospital gown for cover. He stumbles behind the man leading him, like a dog.
Loki seems confused for a moment before making eye contact through the window. His eyes flit from each of their faces, not lingering for too long-before coming to the archer's. The stare he gives is hollow, and deadened.
Clint starts stuttering. "Ah-dear g-god," his breath is being stolen from him, "I can't be out-t here right n-now."
Natasha immediately makes her way to Clint's side. "Clint. I need you to breathe okay? Leave if you need to."
Hands on his knees, he looks straight at her. "No! I'm letting him win if I leave!"
"Clint. Do what you want, but you need to breathe."
Clint tries to tie his thought back into his brain. Everything is off, nothing is right. Loki is supposed to be gone, he's supposed to be okay.
"Nat I-"
"Go."
He doesn't want to, he wants to smugly smile in Loki's face as he walks in. To show him that he didn't ruin him, didn't even phase him. That Loki is the weak one.
Now he knows, that one of those proves to be a lie, the other proved as a truth.
Clint's mind is ruined, and Loki is weak. At least, now he is.
The feeling in his gut, the one seeking retribution, rises. Settling his breathing, he slowly stands straight.
"I'm fine."
Of course, no one believes him. They don't comment on it.
Loki isn't even looking in their direction anymore. Dangerously staring at the edge of the roof instead.
He considers it, mulls it over in his mind. It wouldn't be hard. This damned agent is so distracted right now that it would be all too easy.
How far up was the top of the tower?
The fall would at least bring him close to death. Any closer than right now would be wonderful. On more fall couldn't hurt.
Instead, his jaw creaks from clenching it together as he again is led like a dog towards the tower. There's no escape now.
His blood boils with anger as his incompetence, and fear, of what is to come.
holy shit i can not write the rest of this chapter
next will update sooner, super sorry D: