Summary:

She was powerful, she was proud, she was a fighter, she was a survivor.

She was Sylvie Laufeydottir, daughter of Laufey, raised by Odin and Frigga, curse and downfall of the TVA, breaker of the Sacred Timeline, liberator of the multiverse..

And they wouldn't break her.

A/N:

Not really much Non- con in this chapter (well, a bit)..but a lot of sadism (from a certain "being")..and some mind- deep- dive

Also some sort of..aftercare?

"Happy reading" - Miss Minutes

Her mouth was dry, her eyes were cloudy, everything inside her burned.

The taste on her tongue made her sick. Not only because of the ridiculous amount of bitterness, but because she remembered.

She leaned it as a child..

Bitter means bad.

And in that case, it meant something even worse.

"Good morning, Sylvie," a familiar voice stated. It was no human voice and the sound of it triggered every alarm bell in her head..

Slowly she began to see something, hazy first, just the outlines..and the color..

Never could she forget that disgusting shade of orange.

"You better would've taken my offer, when you still had the chance," the voice said and bit by bit Sylvie began to see..although she didn't want to.

I better would've taken the chance to kill you, when I had the chance..

But of course, it was ridiculous.

It wasn't possible to physically kill an artificial intelligence. Not even with the sharpest dagger. The goddess blinked a few times and the last bit of weariness disappeared.

And so the nightmare continued..

With a new facet of this horrific, sadistic game.

She lifted her head and the grinning face of Miss Minutes made her want to throw up here and then.

"Hello, sweatheart," she said in her usual sing-song.

Sylvie stared daggers at the villainous clock, hoping she could make her burst into flames or cause a system crash just by gazing at her long enough.

"Sweet dreams, Missy?" the clock asked in that special persuasive voice.

"They're getting better and better. Judging by the taste in my mouth you drugged me again, yes?" the enchantress asked.

"The weakening of the effect was a miscalculation. Your metaolic rate is higher than we expected. And your agitation even speeded the process further up."

She said it as if it was the most natural thing to say..it was all just a simple miscalculation.

"But don't worry, it's not permanent."

Sylvie nodded. Now that was great. Abused, humiliated, tortured..

But yeah, it's not permanent..so nothing to worry..

"You said 'we'..who do you work for?"

Miss Minutes smiled diabolically, "What's your guess, Missy?"

"Well, your former boss is dead..the TVA? Renslayer? The Babadook? Ronald McDonald?" Sylvie shrugged and winced as she moved. She was hurt..her shoulders and arms hurt from fighting against the restraints, her butt was sore from the day before..

Her ribcage and stomach hurt from the cuts..

Miss Minutes seemed amused by that.

"You're fucked up beyond all repair, you know that?" the enchantress said, her words drenched in disgust.

This was the moment a door behind her opened and she saw one of the masked figures coming through, and behind him..

..Loki.

The goddess flinched and her heartbeat increased in an instant.

"Reunion," the clock stated and that was enough to push Sylvie over the edge. She bolted, throwing herself at the hologram, fists punching through the air, causing a short destabilisation of the picture. A second later the vicious thing was there again, in all her glory.

"That was not nice," the AI stated with a reproving tone.

Sylvie scoffed, her hands balling into fists.

Loki sat a few feet away from her now and she felt his gaze on her.

"Sylvie.." he started, voice braking, pain in his tone.

The enchantress pressed her lips into a small line, hands opening and closing, breathrate increasing.

"Sylvie, look at me..please.."

She shook her head, closed her eyes. Maybe if she focused enough, this would all just disappear..

This moment was the first time she really wished herself back..back before Roxxcart, before crossing paths with the TVA, before crossing paths with the man sitting next to her..

Even if it meant being on the run again.

She could do it again. She could bring the apple- eating- fucker down again..without Lokis help.

In the corner of her eye she saw him move forward in his chair, leaning towards her.

"I warn you, Loki, come any closer..I swear I'll kill you," she said, not turning her head, looking straight forward.

"Sylvie, I'm sorry.."

There was desperation in his voice..so much pain and despair..

You're not in the position to feel like this, Loki.. You're not in the position to feel anything else than being disgusted by yourself..

"Well, I think you two should start to get along again. You'll about to spend some quality time together."

Miss Minutes smiled viciously and in that moment Sylvie burst out into laughter. She laughed so hard she threw her head back and had to hold her stomach, because it all caused a sharp pain shooting through her body.

Feeling Lokis gaze upon her the whole time, she turned her head now, deciding that he wouldn't take that away from her.

None of them would take anything away from her. Not her dignity, not her soul, not her sanity, nothing..

She was powerful, she was proud, she was a fighter, she was a survivor.

She was Sylvie Laufeydottir, daughter of Laufey, raised by Odin and Frigga, curse and downfall of the TVA, breaker of the Sacred Timeline, liberator of the multiverse..

And they wouldn't break her.

Sylvie locked eyes with the man she had trusted and let the massive wave of emotion flood her..pain, rage, betrayal, anxiety, affection, care, hate..

"Sylvie.."

"What's next, Miss Minutes? What's the next stage in your sadistic game?" the enchantress asked loudly, ignoring Lokis address.

"Don't ask me, Missy. Ask him.."

And in an instant Sylvies heart sunk downwards, into some dark abyss..

It was one thing to get tortured, abused, most of all from the man she trusted..but what made it so much worse was the feeling and knowing that he was integrated in their agreement in some way. Best case he was just presented with a fait accompli, worst case he was included in their play.

At this point she didn't exclude anything..

She didn't know this man anymore.

If she had ever known him..

So she looked at him with a questioning gaze, unwilling to exchange any word with him.

"They think you should heal first, Sylvie..they're giving us a break"

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him in disbelief. There was not much confusion in his face, which cemented her earlier thoughts. They talk with him, letting him know things and now he had the role of informing her.

The enchantress turned to the AI again, "Okay, fine. Then I suppose I can go back to my cell?"

Miss Minutes grinned at her, "No, silly. You're not going back to this dark, uncomfortable cell. You can't heal in a place like this. Come with me, darling."

Sylvie stood and followed her to a door, grateful to get out of this situation, away from him.

The door opened and Sylvies eyes widened.

This couldn't be real..

She stood in a bedchamber on Asgard.

"What is this..?" the goddess asked confused, going further into the room.

"We thought you would like to have some familiar atmosphere around you. Your home, you know, before you left.."

"Before you kidnapped me and forced me to live a life on the run.." Sylvie corrected, walking around the chamber. There were the archways that she remembered, two small windows, big, massive stonewalls..

..and a huge bed in the middle, framed in fabric, long shawls flowing around it.

"How do you..is this magic? A time prison..?"

Loki had told her about it. Mobius had thrown him in a time prison after they catched them on Lamentis, an illusion of Asgard..

She walked to one of the archways leading into another room.

Only that it didn't.

You could see it, as if there was another room, but there wasn't. Just another wall..

It looked like magic.

Sylvie walked to the windows and the other arch..same here. She could touch it, see it, but there was nothing there. Like a cardboard wall in a theatre.

Realistic, impressive, comforting..until you knock it down.

"It's all fake.."

Miss Minutes was right before her eyes now, smiling, "Don't get too greedy, darling. You don't need en entire castle. There's enough room here."

In that moment Sylvie heard footsteps behind her and as she turned around, she saw Loki standing in the door frame.

"What does he want here?" the enchantress asked addressed to Miss Minutes.

"Did you already forget what I told you before, silly? You two, spending some quality time together."

Miss Minutes already waved goodbye, as Sylvie shook her head, "No! I want to be alone..please, I don't want him here!"

"But it's the place you both grew up, your home. I'm sure you'll have a great time together. See y'all!"

And with that the clock vanished.

Sylvie reacted in an instant and ran to the door, but it already closed before her eyes. When she got there all she could do was placing her hands against the cold stone, head lowered, sighing in frustration.

She heard his voice from behind, "Sylvie.."

"Can. you. please. not. talk. to. me!" she hissed, not turning around.

For a few seconds nothing happened and then she felt a hand on her shoulder and she spun around..

..and slapped him so hard in the face, that he almost lost balance.

When he turned his head to her again, she clearly saw her handprint on his cheek, which gave her a small glimpse of satisfaction.

"Sylvie, can you listen to me, please?"

She rolled her eyes, sighing, "Say what you have to say, Loki. I'll decide myself if I want to listen.."

"The room has voice and camera recording."

"Of course it has. The fuckers don't want to miss something. I assume they get off on it."

He hold his hands up, causing her to flinch, which made him widen his eyes in return.

Great, now she ducked away just because of a simple gesture..

Yes, Laufeyson, this was your doing..

At this very moment she asked herself if he really was so blind and naive to be so clueless what damage he could do to his environment and the people relying on him. She realized he didn't want to use magic, but send her a signal to..calm down? Stay silent? Don't bully the bullies?

"I'll speak my mind if I want to, Loki. If you don't like it, why don't you just silence me again with that muzzle?! Easier to handle me.."

He shook his head, hurt in his eyes, "Sylvie, please believe me..I didn't want to do this. I didn't want any of it.."

"Yeah? Guess I did just fantasize what I saw in your eyes, then..your dilated pupils, your gaze roaming over my body.."

He didn't answer, just closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly.

"Your ability to repress is outstanding, Loki. I presume you don't remember dissociating, too?" Her voice was challenging.

I want answers, Loki.

He looked at her with furrowed brows.

"You're kidding me..it's like you disconnect from me. I can't reach you anymore in that state, you're just..cold..ice cold.."

Thinking of it alone send shivers down her spine.

"Seriously, I don't know who you are anymore.." she said, voice changing from anger to hurt now. The enchantress felt a lump in her throat and slowly tears started to well up in her eyes.

"You hurt me..so.. much.." her voice was on the edge of breaking right now.

He looked at her, his own eyes watery, too, "I know..please, can we just sit down?"

Breathing heavily she noticed she was slowly getting dizzy..no sleep, no eating, a ton of stress hormones and pain started to take its toll. Unsteady on her feet, but refusing to take his offered hand, she walked to the bed, sitting down on the edge, leaning back, supporting herself on her arms.

The god now stood before her, "May I sit?"

"Why suddenly so polite, Loki?" Sylvie asked snarky, "A few hours ago you sliced me open like some fine meat on a banquet.."

Breathing heavily she hold her left side as a sharp pain shot through her body.

"Is it..bad?" he asked, looking at her with concern in his voice.

Sylvie turned her head, "What does it look like? You didn't think about conjuring sterilized blades, did you?!"

"We have to take a look at it..if you let me.."

He stuck out his hand, but she knocked it off. The movement caused even more pain and she flinched.

"Sylvie, please. If it becomes infected.."

"Oh, you've got some nerve.." she hissed, but lay down, relieved to take some pressure away from her upper body.

After a moment consideration, she sighed, "Fine, look at it. See for yourself what lovely picture you painted.."

Loki moved closer, approaching her with so much caution and care it was almost unbearable.

The contrast of it all was so absurd..

He gently lifted her top, and she bit down on her lip. Half because of the pain, the other half because of his gentle touch.

She wanted to hit him so hard, slap him again and again, hurt him beyond all measure..but at the same time the touch of his now plainly warmer hands on her skin made her shiver, not just because of the sensitive skin but something else..

And she hated it with all her heart.

Why can't you just be a heartless brute, Loki?

Once he had wrapped her out of her top, baring her skin, he placed the fabric over her chest to cover her up a bit more.

Sylvie shook her head because of the irony..

A few hours ago he had vanished her top away with a smooth twist of his hand, holding her down, pressing her into the mattress with force and no mercy.

And now he covered her up to protect her privacy..?

She looked the god in the eyes with irritation and disbelief, "You're some strange bird, you know that, right?"

He put on a little smile, already inspecting her injuries with his eyes, "So I've been told.."

"May I..?" he asked, obviously asking for her consent to touch her skin.

The enchantress nodded slightly, preparing herself mentally for the pain and other sensations.

His featherly touch under her ribcage made her flinch, sending goosebumps down her spine. He slowly stroke along one of the cuts, causing her to jump, moving away from his hand out of reflex.

He knitted his brow, looking at her with what felt like guilt.

"Some of them are inflamed. We have to disinfect them, if we want to prevent further damage. Would you let me?"

Sylvie scoffed, "Why not. You caused them, seems only consistent that you'll heal them..even if none of it makes sense..what is their play, Loki? Is this some crazy Stockholm Syndrome shit?!"

The man above her shook his head and she remembered the camera and voice recording..

"Right, almost forgot..well then..go ahead, Picasso.."

With another hand twist Loki conjured a bottle of disinfectant, cotton balls and what seemed like some sort of salve.

He drenched one of the balls with the liquid, holding it above her skin.

"This might hurt," he said, looking at her.

Sylvie laughed, because he had said the exact same thing before setting the first cut.

"Déjà- vu," she answered dryly, closing her eyes, taking a deep breath.

He dabbed the first cut carefully and Sylvie pressed her eyes together, clinging to the mattress.

"Fuck..what is this thing?! Did you conjure this directly from hell?" she asked through clenched teeth.

"They're deeper than I thought, deeper than.." he paused, obviously thinking of the right word, "..intended"

The enchantress opened her eyes again, tears of pain flowing out.

"Carried away a bit by..passion?" she asked, watching his face carefully when she spoke the last word.

Loki stopped his doing for a second, sighing deep..then continued the disinfection with a stoic expression..an unreadable poker face..

"Scratched some dark corner there, Loki?" Sylvie asked, watching every movement in his face now.

"I told you I don't want them to hurt you..nobody should hurt you.."

"Except you?" she asked with curiosity and disbelief.

His jaw muscles tensed up, but he didn't answer.

"Did it ever occur to you that it might hurt even more if it's you who's doing it?"

He stopped again, "But like this I can be sure it doesn't get that bad.."

"And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the repressing again..didn't you say about two minutes ago that the cuts are deeper than you intended? You see I'm in pain here right now?"

He moved on to the other side, leaning over her now, towering over her body..which instantly scared her, made her feel helpless.

"Could you..sit on the other side, please?" she asked, voice shaky.

They locked eyes and the position of their bodies in combination with his intense stare send shivers up and down her spine.

For one brief moment she thought he would lean down, try to do something..

..but it was over as quick as it started and she breathed out in relief as he sat on the other side to take care of the cuts there.

"Even if some of them are deeper than intended, I know what I'm doing. Daggers are like extensions of my arms, I use them since I was a child.."

"Did you propose them?" Sylvie shot out, catching him off guard..she saw it in his eyes.

"Sylvie, I.."

"Did you propose them?" she asked again, voice solid as stone.

"Yes, I did"

The goddess shoved him away, sitting up, "You sick.." she started only to sink back into the mattress, bucking her back, grimacing.

"Listen Sylvie, I suggested them because I know how to use them. I know where the cuts do the least damage..where you can hide them.."

The goddess shook her head, "This is all so fucked up..they talk to you, Miss Minutes said it and I saw it before..what do they want from us? From me? Is this about breaking me?! Because if it is..good luck with that, motherfuckers!"

She said the last words directly to them, holding up both of her middle fingers, but Loki pushed her hands away.

"Don't do this..please. The things he said, they were no idle threats. You breaking out wasn't intended and they wanted to take you away..like he said, tear you apart, letting me watch..I could convince them otherwise, but it was last-minute.."

The goddess furrowed her brows, "You convinced them otherwise?..How?" she asked suspiciously.

She already knew she was afraid of the answer..

Every second he didn't say anything the fear inside her grew, her heartbeat increasing.

"How did you convince them otherwise, Loki?! What did you offer them in return?"

She tilted her head, trying to make him look at her, hands holding onto his arms.

"It's not today. Today you'll heal.." he said, shaking his head, slipping away again.

No, not this time, Laufeyson..

"WHAT did YOU offer them in return?!" she shouted, shaking him desperately, taking his head in her hands, forcing him to look at her.

He reacted, slowly coming back, stroking her hair gently, looking into her eyes.

"I agreed to have sex with you."