Perfect Liar - Loki

Assistance

Once the jet had begin to raise itself back into the air, both Loki and Amira were took no notice of by its passengers: Rogers, Stark, who she heard named as Romanoff in the front seat, and another pilot beside her.

The voice of a man emitted from the speakers, "- he say anything?"

Romanoff spoke bluntly in return, "not a word."

"Just get him here, we're low on time."

She shifted her focus onto the pair stood in the craft: Rogers and Stark.

"I don't like it," Rogers commented, glancing towards Loki momentarily.

"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?"

"I don't remember it being that easy, this guy packs a wallop."

"What about that one?" Stark spoke, tilting his head towards Amira, who was shooting daggers with her eyes- the look may not have helped her case if innocence, but it felt right.

"That one- I don't know. She could be innocent, but I don't trust it- she did nothing-"

"Yeah, something about the eyes." Stark satirically remarked, "Can't risk it, it's too obvious."

She already knew what they were thinking, and why they were thinking it. It was useless to keep listening in, and by the looks of it, Loki had stopped paying analytic-level attention too.

Suddenly he spoke up, but quiet enough for the rest to not hear as they were engrossed in their own communication, "I must ask, if you were supposed to be on their end of this, why are you now finding yourself sat beside me?" There was a dry ounce of sarcasm in his tone, almost taunting her.

Diverting her gaze to face forward, she simply spoke, "you know very well why."

He spoke with a slow articulacy, patient with his own words, each planned as if they had been written before his eyes. "Indeed I do, but..." his eyes narrowed, as if it would help him gain more insight as he leaned forward, "I'd much rather understand the workings of a mortal with such willingness to oppose one who is evidently a God whilst only mere inches from them- unless you have a will to die, of course-" he smirked at his own remark before a more curious expression, "but then, you become but a stationary bystander with no stance. You didn't give a single helping thought to the soldier and you know it was not fear." He raised an eyebrow to his final statement.

She felt somewhat in a safe place to strike back to his admittedly good questioning rather quietly, "and I'd much rather understand why said God wished to kill the second opposing citizen, rather than the one that instigated- stood mere inches from him." In all honesty, she didn't have an answer to his curiosity, even if she were willing to give it.

Her diversion and mockery of him did not leave a startled look painted on his face; he furrowed his brow, deeply irritated at how one so inferior to himself had even dared to speak to him in that manner. Loki soon turned his head to look forward yet again, lost in thought as he visibly fought smiling, and it disturbed Amira's mind the same way wind would a leaf.

She only somewhat held regret for her hushed outburst to the God. It would've most certainly been a death wish if he were not bound, and she very well may had sealed her own fate if he were to escape such binds, she should've been shaking with terror after the previous and current events. On the other hand, a twisted, deviated, part of her consciousness enjoyed it, and she couldn't quite pinpoint reasoning.

Perhaps her desperation and craving for something different, something interesting, had blown itself far out of proportion after asking so much for it over the years.