A/N:
When you love someone and you want to save them..the end justifies the means, right?
Or.."What good is free will when everyone's dead?"
Please mind the Tags! This is going down a dark path..and I'm probably going to hell
(English is not my mother tongue so please keep that in mind :) Comments are wanted and appreciated)
Sylvies eyes were heavy when she opened them and it was like being ripped out of a deep sleep.
The first thing she noticed was her mouth, which felt dry as a desert.
Like she didn't drink anything for days.
Coincidentally there was a glas standing next to her. She looked at it for a moment, unsure what to do. But she was incredibly thirsty and so she drank as if her life depended on it and sighed in relief.
She looked around and her eyes widened when she saw a dark haired man lying on the ground across the room.
"Loki"
Sylvie slowly sat up and for a moment she went dizzy.
What the hell was happening here?
The enchantress stood and walked across the room to the god, who was still asleep.
"Loki, wake up."
She stroked his shoulder, gently shaking him. He woke with a start, looking around with confusion, then at her with a questioning look on his face.
"What? What's happening?! Where are we?"
Sylvie shook her head, shrugging her shoulders.
"I don't know. I just woke up a few minutes ago."
She stood again, helping the god of mischief, who was still drowsy, to his feet. Once he stood he waved and leaned on the wall behind him.
"What is this place? Why am I so dizzy?"
"I was too, it get's better. Just wait a minute," Sylvie assured him, because her own head was getting clearer now.
Loki nodded and leaned back against the wall, inhaling deeply.
Sylvie walked through the room, trying to figure out where they were, but she didn't remember this place at all. It was a big room with raw, cemented walls and no windows. Almost like a bunker or a panic room. There wasn't much furniture except for a simlpe chair, kind of a plank bed in one corner and a locker.
Everything about this place and situation felt alarming and fear was slowly rising up in her, the dizziness completely gone now.
"Hello," she shouted, searching for something, a hint, a sign.
Nothing happened.
Sylvie exchanged looks with Loki, who seemed clear minded again, too.
"Hello? What's the meaning of this?!"
Still nothing.
The enchantress pulled and pushed at the door but it was locked. It seemed like some kind of mechanism was sealing it. She sighed in frustration and held her hand in front of her focusing on the massive door. She centered herself and waited for the green wave flowing through her and the magic to release.
But nothing happened.
Loki stood behind her now and she looked at him puzzled, closed her eyes for a brief moment to concentrate and tried again, her whole body and mind centered on the one thing.
Still nothing.
Panic flooded her in an instant and she tried a third time and a fourth.
At this moment they heard a laugh filling the air. First she couldn't assign where it came from, but found a little device in the upper corner of the room, blinking now with a red light.
After a few moments the laugh faded out and someone spoke.
"That's really cute what you're trying here, Sylvie. But forget about that, save your energy. Did you really think we would let you keep your magic here?"
Sylvies eyes widened in shock, her mouth stood open.
"What..who are you? What did you?!...how?"
The man laughed again. It was a dark, yet amused laugh. All of this felt wrong, like stuck in a bad dream.
Inside she was boiling with rage, mixed with sheer terror now.
Her magic..
"You remember the water you drank when you woke up?"
Sylvie covered her mouth with her hand in realization and shock.
"But don't blame yourself. If you had refused the water, we would have given you the poison another way. You didn't doom yourself...although...yeah, maybe you did."
She didn't understand a thing. Loki also stood there, a confused and shocked look on his face. He raised a hand, palm up. They both watched as green lights came out of it.
Sylvie shook her head in denial and Loki looked at her, perplexed.
"Oh, his magic powers are untouched. No need to take them. The room you're in is shielded with its own magic."
The blonde woman stumbled backwards, her shocked eyes looking into nothing.
This couldn't be..it was a nightmare..
Wake up..
Just wake up..
This time it was Loki who found his voice again.
"Let us out, we're no use to you when we're dead."
"Oh, I think you misunderstand something here. I don't want to kill you. You're right, we need you. The two of you. Alive. But she's a risk at the moment, wild, driven by rage, unpredictable."
There was a pause.
"We need her a little..tamed."
Loki didn't understand a thing. "Why don't you just come here and talk with us face to face," he suggested.
The man laughed again, "No, I don't think so. At least, not at the moment. Not until she purrs like a little kitten."
Sylvie let out a scornful sigh, her head shaking absentminded the whole time.
"So you chose to speak with us this way, hiding like a coward?" Loki provoked, ignoring the hidden threat.
"Careful, Loki. Don't push my boundaries too far. Except you want me to do the job myself. And believe me, I will..and when I'm finished, she won't even be able to purr."
Loki froze completely, the brutal words sending ice cold shivers down his spine.
Those were no idle threats.
Sheer panic rushed through his veins now.
He looked over to Sylvie. She was leaning against the wall across the room now, paralysed and in shock. The god of mischief sighed deep, turned his head again, trying to form a solid thought and for a long moment there was silence.
No words..
Just the breathing of two people, two gods, two allies who had gained mutual trust despite all of their insecurities and disagreements.
You could cut through the tense atmosphere.
"I won't let you down."
His words echoed in her mind as she looked at the man standing across the room closely. His blank stare, his shoulders hanging down.
Sylvie watched every slight move, every blink of his eyes, every breath he took.
And then suddenly it was as if he regained consciousness again and he looked at the camera with the blinking red light.
"What do you want me to do?"
Sylvie looked at him in disbelief, forcefully shaking her head.
What was happening right now?
"Loki, what.."
The god of mischief raised a hand to silence her.
It was an offensive gesture and he knew it. He turned his head, looking at her with a pleading expression in his eyes.
She bit her tongue and stayed silent, watching him closely.
"I want you two to have a little fun."
You couldn't ignore the fact that this man was enjoying every word he said, his voice heavy with darkness.
"Or at least you, Loki."