Imprisoned

Ch.11-A Waiting Game-

(Authors Note): My schedule is getting really busy, so I apologize for the long wait again. I really love this chapter so hopefully, you do too. I'm hoping I can post a new chapter to this story and 'Damaged Goods' at least once a week. Enjoy!

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-Sarah-

I never thought that the god of mischief could be so...sweet. The little names he gives me, the small moments where I catch him staring at me, every little thing he does seems to have a meaning, a purpose. 

I can't always understand the complexity of his past, or what led him to be how he is, but I try. I find him fascinating. I keep on finding new facets to him, some he probably doesn't even see himself. I am still finding new things about him, seeing his habits as we spend more time together in this cell. My time with Loki makes my time in this cell more bearable. At times I even forget that we are in a cell.

I try not to think about spending the rest of my life trapped here. Loki is really the only thing keeping me sane if it weren't for him...I can't even imagine where I would be.

Loki said he had a plan to get us out. I trust him, I'm just worried. What if his plan fails? I wish he would tell me his plan so I had some sort of idea what to expect. But for now, I am just waiting. I hate waiting.

I get up from the couch and walk over to the bed, towards Loki. He looks up from his book at me as I set my phone down on the bedside table and take the book out of his hands, setting it next to my phone.

"Hey!" Loki objects. I laugh at his adorable reaction, like a child when their mom turns off the cartoons.

"You and your books..." I tease, getting on the bed and sitting on his lap, facing him, his hands taking me as a replacement for the book. I wrap my arms around his neck and look him in the eyes before I give him a kiss. I pull back and give him puppy eyes in hopes he isn't too mad at me interrupting his reading.

"Well, that's not fair. How can I stay mad at you when you are so cute?" Loki teases as his hands trace circles on my lower back. I give him a cocky smile, bragging about my success.

"What is it my darling?" He asks. I feel my smile grow slightly at his words, 'darling', not only darling but, 'my darling'. I'm his darling. Damn him and his silver tongue. I shrug.

"I don't know...I'm just wondering..." I start, considering if I should ask again.

"Wondering what my dear?" Loki pushes for me to finish my thought.

"Wondering what your plan is, when it's happening, how we will do it, where we will go-" I get interrupted by him laughing. I stop and look at him confused.

"What?" I question. Loki stifles a few more laughs before answering,

"It's cute that you want to know all these things. But I'm afraid I cannot give you the information you desire." I groan and roll my eyes in frustration, flopping down next to him on the bed. I turn my head to face him and give him a grumpy face. All I get in return is the shake of his head and a teasing smile. I exhale heavily and turn on my side with my back facing him.

Only seconds later do I feel Loki's body press against the back of mine. His hand reaching over me to hold mine. I feel his hot breath on my neck, sending chills throughout my body. I close my eyes as he starts gently kissing my neck. My breath hitches in my throat as his lips suck at the base of my neck. Oh, the things this god does to me.

I feel Loki's sly smile against my neck as he continues. I know he is doing this so I'll stop asking about the escape plan but...god does he know how to get under my skin.

His hand releases mine and trails up my arm and down to my hips, pulling me back into him even more. He trails kisses back up my neck, I tilt my head allowing him more access. Loki's hand holds my inner thigh as he gently nibbles and pulls at my earlobe.

"Are you still mad, princess?" He asks seductively. Ugh, 'princess', that was...wow. I'm not, but I want to see where this is going so I don't answer.

"Come on darling...what can I do to make it up to you?" He asks suggestively, kissing from my neck down to my collar bone. Before I can answer he pushes me onto my back and gets on top of me, kissing my lips passionately. I don't need to answer him, he knows what I want. Him.

I wrap my arms around him, one holding his back the other holding the back of his head, pulling him into me. With one of his hands on my waist and the other holding my face as we continue to make out, I feel Loki start to grind against me. With the weight of him against me, I can't help but let out a slight moan at the sensation.

In order to not give him too much satisfaction, I quickly move so I'm on top of him. I look down at him, we are both breathing heavily and I can see the surprise and lust in his eyes, the same lust I'm sure he can see in mine too.

I take joy in the grunt he makes when I kiss him again and start to grind against him. I feel his hands reach and grab my ass, encouraging my movements as we makeout.

"Lun-" Someone voiced from outside our cell. Loki and I both froze. I look at him with sheer terror, knowing this was not what the guards had in mind when they gave me this punishment.

I quickly get off of Loki and out of the bed, turning to look at the guard as he stares at us blankly. 

Oh shit.

Loki is quick to follow my movements, straightening his clothes and gaining some sort of composure as he stands on the other side of the bed. I notice the guard say something, but not to us. Seconds later there are multiple guards outside our cell, talking to the first guard. I get nervous and Loki must notice because he walks over to me, grabbing my hand in his, giving it a squeeze, and kissing my forehead before stepping in front of me and releasing my hand. I see his posture stiffen further as he stands with his back to me, protectively shielding me from the guard's view.

"Loki, hand her over." I hear a guard order from outside our cell. My heart rate quickens, causing me to take a step back.

"You are not taking her." Loki states. He keeps his composure but I can sense the slight hint of fear behind his words. If I were to be taken away from Loki...I would be a mess. He is the only thing keeping me sane right now. How am I supposed to live the rest of my life in a cell by myself?

"Don't make us do this." One of the guards warns.

"Loki..." I start, trying to figure out what to say. He looks back at me with sadness in his eyes.

"Don't worry darling, I'll protect you." he comforts. Loki takes another step towards the guards as knives appear in his hands. Oh god. This isn't going to end well.

"Do it." One guard orders another. I watch as one guard presses a button and suddenly I hear Loki scream in pain. I see him kneeling on the ground as currents of electricity continue to inflict pain. I rush over to his side, kneeling next to him. I reach out to comfort him but get shocked.

Loki still hasn't told me much about his nightmares, but one thing he did tell me is he doesn't like thunderstorms. It may sound silly but something about it triggers the horrible memories that he never speaks of. So seeing him like this, on the floor in pain as tiny volts of lightning attack him, pains me. And there is nothing I can do to help him. I look up at the guards with pleading eyes.

"Please! Please stop this!" I beg. Instead of answering me one of them walks into the cell and grabs me by the arm. I pull and fight against his grip, but do not succeed in freeing myself.

"No! Ugh! No! Let her go!" Loki manages to scream through the pain. I look down at him, fear flooding my senses.

"No! No! Don't take me! Let me go! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" I cry as I am dragged away from Loki. Loki tries to get up off his knees to grab me, but the electricity holds him down. No, no this can't be happening. It can't be! 

"Loki!" I scream out for him as we are torn apart. I feel tears rushing down my face as I realize I may never see Loki again. I even see a few tears escape Loki's eyes right before I am dragged from the cell, through the barrier. Guards surround me and restrain me from moving further. I continue to scream and thrash as much as I can in their grip until I feel a sharp pain in my head and everything goes black.

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