EPITHET || [l. loki]

v. Blues or Greens?

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❝If only I could run❞

CYRA SIGHED HEAVILY, allowing her eyes to close in peace. She heard the shouting in the background as all the men tossed down their equipment and quickly got to work. She heard the clanking of the city above their temporary hideout. She heard the reassuring beat of her heart. 'Breathe.'

She found herself facing a throne that was turned around. It was one of her favorite places to be despite what it meant for her to be there every time. The floating land supporting visitors was surrounded by spirals and spirals of multicolored lights. Beautiful galaxies. 'Galaxies that would burn under my rule.'

Cyra ordered herself to unfreeze and kneel. "Father," she said. The throne slowly rotated.

"Daughter," Thanos acknowledged, "I am pleased to know you are well."

"Thank you."

"Does he know what lies within the tesseract?"

"No Father, he has no plan of betraying you. He knows he cannot stand against your mighty army. He has cooperated with me well so far." She replied after a beat. Straight down to business like always. There was nothing wrong with it.

"Good, good, carry on, daughter, make sure he remembers that." Her father paused. "And..."

"Yes, father?"

"And if he tries to betray me... kill him."

Yes, the first lesson her father had ever taught her: Betray them before they can betray you. It had helped her too much a number of times. "Of course, I understand."

'You trusted someone before,' her mind whispered, 'Remember the pain... the suffering.'

'Why?' She asked herself, 'Why is that?'

'So history does not repeat itself.'

'There is a reason why it is referred to as history.' Cyra blinked out of her subconsciousness to continue her speech, "There is no hesitance. Your orders will be obeyed, father."

"As expected of my eldest." His eyes glowed red for a split second, packing the air tighter as a show of intimidation before he vanished before her eyes.

"I understand," Cyra repeated, hearing the echoes of her breath in the dreamscape world, taking almost an entire minute before disconnecting from the realm. She opened her eyes again and she was back in the lab. She released the long breath she had been holding in, realizing her hands were trembling.

Tick tick tick. Cyra groaned. She hated the noise of the clock ticking as the men worked. She hated sitting there waiting for action. In fact, she hated everything about being in such a confined laboratory space. Even more in fact, she hated labs in general. Cyra kicked her feet up on the metal table, tossing her head backward in her chair. 'His eyes make me fucking uneasy.'

"Do you have the slightest bit of manners?" Loki sneered as he approached.

"Do you have the slightest bit of manners?" she mocked from her position, pressing her palms into her eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

"Rude," he snapped before turning away, his hand curled protectively on his scepter.

"I am curious Loki, what caused you to strike a deal with Thanos?" Cyra asked, examining a piece of lab equipment before raising her head. She immediately regretted it as his startling blue eyes sent shivers down her spine with every contact.