As per a suggestion from whynotlive, I am trying a new system for differentiating viewpoints. I would love feedback and further suggestions. Enjoy.
Loki is rather handsome. I thought to myself. But he was handsome in a creepy, angular way. He caught me looking at him and glared a bit. I didn't look away. The drugs had made me brave as well. The big blonde man, Thor, had left and Loki seemed a bit less tense now.
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The girl, Elizabeth, Loki reminded himself, was looking at him the way she had in the gallery. There was no fear in her eyes. Only curiosity. He decided that he had liked her fear better. No matter, he told himself, there will be fear again as soon as I have escaped. He decided that no time was better than the present to begin building her resistance to the energy sapping manacles.
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Time passed quickly for Loki and Elizabeth. Loki was surprised at the speed at which Elizabeth got stronger. In a matter of weeks he was able to cast a complete glamour without her becoming too exhausted.
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I was tired constantly. Being trapped with a mass murderer was terrifying enough but it was made worse by recurring nightmares any time I closed my eyes. Stark had not found a way to release the cuffs yet. He promised that he was working on it but he never sounded truly sincere. He did, however, get me sleeping pills which gave me some measure of relief from my captivity.
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Loki felt that he was almost ready to escape. He knew where he would go this time. He would take them to a forested area in a different realm. He was the only one that traveled there because he was unafraid of the creatures that dwelt there. The beings of Asgard only went there when they desired to hunt dangerous game. Loki, however, reveled in the latent energy of the realm and had created a small palace of sorts to hide away whenever he liked. He realized he was pacing. Elizabeth had gotten up and was desperately trying to keep stride with him.
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Whenever he paced, I tried to stay up with him. Two feet of chain made it hard to move without disturbing him. And the last thing I wanted to do was disturb him. Usually he seemed angry or like he was plotting some horrible fate for each person his gaze fell upon. He had lashed out at me several times but it was never as violently as the first time. It was usually only a slap or a kick. But each time he did lash out, I was reminded of the icy grip around my throat.
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Steve was uneasy. He really liked Elizabeth and didn't want her to get hurt. Loki always looked close to the edge of insanity. He felt sorry for Elizabeth, she was only an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire. Recently, he had been unable to sleep for worry that something would happen to her.
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Loki was pleased with himself. His pointed violence toward the girl had made the Avengers, specifically the patriotic one, feel sympathetic toward her. He was also pleased with the hold he had over the girl. She spent a large part of her time avoiding him as much as two feet of metal afforded. But she was not truly afraid of him yet. Her eyes still met his every now and then and she would hold his gaze for a moment too long.