Aaaand and here is chapter 2! Two in one day. I should probably mention that as this story goes on the longer it will take me to update, cos that's just how my brain works. Slowly. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I still only own my OC.
"Just let me know as soon as she wakes up. We need to do some serious interrogation."
"Excuse me, you're the one who gave her knockout drugs."
"It was necessary at the time, Stark. She had already taken out a handful of my best Agents."
"I'm just saying that you shouldn't be complaining about her being unconscious when you're the one who ordered for her to be unconscious. It's only been a few hours."
A few hours? I thought slowly. All my thoughts ran as thickly and slowly as blood. I have to wake up and get out of here.
But I couldn't.
The dreams held me, one after the other, a stream of images that bore me along like a lone swimmer tossed around in a rough current. I saw Asgard, in all of its golden glory. I saw the destruction I reigned in Vanaheim, the villages and trees all crashing and burning on the ground. Their armies chasing me through the roots of Yggdrasil, Hela and her army of souls coming to my aid, Asgard's torture. Blood and pain, consuming my mind. Consuming it with darkness.
"We need to know what she knows as soon as possible. She holds valuable information that could mean the future safety of Earth."
"You think she's just gonna sit down and tell you the stories of the universe? According to Thor, she's the bad guy. Girl. Whatever. The point is, she won't tell you anything."
"Then we'll make her."
"And how do you plan on doing that Nick? She's a goddess. Apparently she's a pretty powerful one at that."
"Thor will know how to get information out of her. He's had to live with that asshole brother of his for who knows how long, so he'll have experience."
"And Thor did just great when we had Loki here. What makes you think he'll be any better now?"
"Because he doesn't care about her like he does Loki."
"Whatever, Nicky. Just don't come running to me when this all blows up in your face. Which it will."
"Stark." A sigh. "Just let me know when she wakes up."
My eyelids felt as if they had been sewn shut. It was almost as if I could feel tearing skin as I peeled them slowly open and blinked for the first time in... a while.
The first thing I saw was white. Pure, blinding white stretching out as far as my eyes could see. What the hell? I wondered. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again: this time I realised that what I was looking at was not an endless plane of whiteness, but in fact a ceiling.
Shaking my head to clear it of the residing images of blood and darkness, I started to remember what had happened. The alleyway, the men in black, the knockout drugs...
Crap.
I painfully hauled myself into a sitting position. Every part of my body ached, especially my neck and leg, from where the darts pierced my skin. I glanced around. I was lying on a hard metal bed, covered only by an uncomfortable mattress. The bed was the only furniture in the room, and there were no windows pointing outside. The only light was coming from one of the walls, which was pure glass. On the other side of the wall were three silhouettes, framed in light from a ceiling light, unidentifiable as their faces were hidden in shadow.
"So you're finally awake then." said a dry voice. "You took your time."
I squinted in the light, and made out the three figures. A tall man with a bald head and an eyepatch, the one who had spoken, was staring at me levelly. Beside him was a shorter woman, with red hair and a calculating gaze. On his other side was... is that Thor?
"Knockout drugs. They're a bitch and a half, even to immortals. If you wanted me conscious you could have... I don't know, not knocked me out?" I pushed myself up so that I was sitting sideways on the bed, with my legs dangling off the side. I stared at them cooly.
"It was necessary in order to get you here."
"And why am I here? Actually, where is here?"
"You are at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, in the prisons. We needed to keep you contained, and we also need information. You are going to give it to us." said the redhead.
I slid my bored gaze from the eyepatch man, over the red headed woman, and settled it on Thor with a raging intensity.
"Thor. Long time, no see. How's your brother? And your parents? Wasn't expecting to run into you on Midgard."
Thor was expressionless. "Odin and Frigga are busy repairing the damage you have done in Vanaheim. You know this. As for my brother, he is serving his punishment."
"Yes, I did do a number on Vanaheim's palace, didn't I? I was quite proud of that." I got to my feet and walked closer to the glass wall. "Do you even know what your father ordered to be done for my punishment? What happened down there? Do you even care if Loki is going through the same as I did right now, or are you adamant that you don't love him anymore, that he's lost? Have you given up on him, just like you did me?"
Anger flared in his eyes. "I have not given up on my brother. His punishment is nothing like yours, I assure you." His voice rose. "I had every right to give up on you Nyx, after what you did, and what you still do!"
In the silence that followed, I just stared at him. "And what" I said in a calm voice. "About what Loki has done, or what you have done? You're not exactly perfect, even if you always were the golden child. You have no right to be throwing around accusations when because of your title, nobody can accuse you of what you have done." I raised an eyebrow. "What about Jotunheim? The Bifrost? Falling in love with a mortal? Tsk."
Thor barrelled forwards and punched the glass, rage clear on his face. "You dare speak ill of the son of Odin, you traitorous witch? My actions had good intent, or if not I have learned from them. Can you say that? What do you get from running around from Realm to Realm, running from everyone and leaving chaos in your wake? Is it fun, to murder innocent people like that? Do you enjoy it?" He yelled.
I blinked. "Yes. Yes i do."
"You're sick. You're a monster. It was your fault that Loki turned dark, because he spent all his time with you, and you influenced him! You made him send the Destroyer to Earth to kill me, you made him do everything! You lost me my brother, you wench, I could kill you!" He screamed, pounding the glass and snarling.
Wow, he's really losing it.
I sighed. "Thor, you're clutching at straws. The reason he did all that was because he had found out what he was. That you had all lied to him all his life, that he was a monster. Nobody makes Loki do anything, you know that. I had no part in what he did." I ran a hand through my hair, smoothing back my ponytail. "You lost your brother because you were always the favoured son, and he was always in your shadow. And you never even noticed, or tried to fix it. And he hated you for it."
Thor lunged for the glass, clearly going for breaking it, when the woman's smooth voice cut in. "Thor." He stopped. "Calm down. We need to talk to her, not yell at her. Get away from the glass." Grunting, Thor turned and resumed his place behind the eyepatch man. He didn't stop glaring though.
I smirked and turned to the woman. "What makes you think I'll tell you anything, mortal? What could you possibly want to know from me?"
"We want to know about the Nine Realms. Who lives where, their powers, their weaknesses, what they do."
I laughed, a short and humourless bark. "And why don't you just ask Thor?"
"Because Thor doesn't know about all of the Realms. He has told us what he can, but he says you have more experience with the creatures and their living habits."
"Huh." I crossed my arms and stared at her. "And what if I don't want to spill the secrets of Yggdrasil to a couple of mortals?"
"We'll keep you here until you do. I'm sure the Avengers can find a way to make your stay unpleasant enough." Eyepatch man cut in.
I smiled, cold and cruel. "Well, you're gonna have a long wait." I backed up slowly until I was sitting on the bed again. "Good luck."
I wasnt happy with this chapter. Please R&R, let me know what you think! Chapter 3 will explain a lot more about Nyx's backstory.
