🅁🄴🄼🄾🅁🅂🄴 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝐿𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑦𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 3

Loki's POV

This Y/n girl was quite the character. She's killed many people, but she acts as though she had done no wrong. She doesn't try to fight authority, and if I hadn't of known her track record, I would have thought that she was a perfectly innocent midguardian.

When the light went out abruptly within and around our cells, I made my way to my cot. I cast an illusion of myself, sitting hunched over in the chair, as I really went over to my cot to drift off into dreamland. This girl has done some terrible things, and even though I have conversed with her more than anyone since I've been in this place, doesn't mean I trust her.

While I lay awake on my small cot, many thoughts run through my head. How come they didn't feed her at the raft? Why didn't she try to escape when her cell door was wide open? How come she didn't have anything in her cell? These thought kept me up for quite some time. I was brought out of my head when I hear an unsettling rumble from within the other cell. I could hear Y/n mutter words to herself, and a few groans of pain. I made out the phrase, "I think I'm going to be sick.", just before I heard a splatter on the floor of her cell.

I winced, and took down my illusion, braving a glance over at her cell. It was dark, and I could only make out her bent over form in the far corner of her cell, furthest away from me. I was about to speak to her, when she heaved another round of vomit onto the floor of her cell. I thanked the gods that I couldn't smell through the glass, or else we would both be wearing the same disgusting shoes.

She dry heaved for a while, until her stomach was empty, and I heard her crawl over to the other corner of her cell. I sighed in sympathy to her. The poor girl was only hungry, but her body won't even let her consume what it needed. I raised a brow at myself, a new feeling building up within me, that I only felt towards mother. I felt as if I cared for this mortal bound in the cell next to me.

I remember Thor visiting me last week, and him telling me that letting my emotions fly freely would help me find a way out of this 'dark period' that I was in, and help his idiotic friends trust me. I sighed inwardly, and decided to, for once, take my brothers word.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" I picked my head up to look at her cowering form.

"Y-yeah. I'm all g-good." She stuttered and then it was quiet.

I heard her clear her throat, and then it was quiet once again. I felt pity for the woman next to me, her having to spend the night with the strong smell of puke not too far away from her.

I decided to do something thoughtful for once, and called out to the direction where I knew a speaker was hidden.

"Hello? Can someone come here please? It's an.....emergency." I spoke up so that who ever was watching the cameras tonight would hear.

They always had someone watch the cells at night, wether it be a guard at the door, or someone watching through the cameras. Usually it was just a random agent, but sometimes it was one of the Avengers.

It wasn't long before the lights turned on within our cell, and a male agent came waltzing in, a water bottle in his hand. He immediately spotted the puke spot in Y/n's cell, but chose to ignore her, and face me.

"What is it, Lackey?" He spoke tiredly, bags heavy under his eyes.

"Her cell needs to be cleaned." I stood tall in front of the glass, ignoring the fact that this lower-caste agent just called me by something that wasn't my name or title.

"Well what do you want me to do? It's almost midnight, man." He looked at me with disinterest and his eyes slid over to where Y/n was cowering in the corner.

"The least you can do is move her to another cell you quim." I snarled and he gave me an unimpressed look and shrugged.

He turned around, and I thought he was going to walk out, but he stopped at the control panel. He pressed one of the buttons and the door to Y/n's cell slid open. He walked over to where she was, and yanked her up. Anger spiked up within me, watching him manhandle her like that.

I thought that he was going to move her somewhere, but he instead, grabbed her by the back of the neck, and drug her over to where she had thrown up her guts only mere moments before. I watched with my anger rising as he gripped the back of her neck, and put her face down only inches away from the foul-smelling place.

"You see that? Look at it long, and hard. Because I'm not a janitor. And it's not my job to make sure your cell is pristine. Do it again and I won't be as forgiving." He pushed her face down closer, like how one does an animal when it relieves itself on the floor.

Y/n tried to resist, but the agent was far more stronger than she was, and by the time that he yanked her up roughly, she had tears streaming down her face. He drug her over to the control panel, where he pressed the button to close her cell, and then suddenly, the door to my cell slid open. I stood up straighter. He walked over and stopped just short of the inside of my cell.

He pulled her back so that his mouth was near her ear, and he looked me in the eye as he mumbled something into her ear, which made her shiver. I let out an almost feral growl at that, and he threw her into my cell. I was quick to catch her before she hit the ground, and I gave a death glare to the agent standing just outside of the cell. He tossed the water bottle he had into the cell and left not moments after he closed the door to my cell.

As soon as the large metal door was shut, I hoisted Y/n up off of the ground, and walked her over to my cot. I sat her down and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, to which she relaxed a little. I pulled my chair over near the bed and sat down. I picked up the water bottle off of the ground and made her take small sips of it.

"T-thank you." She spoke quietly.

It was amazing how she was flirting and sassing 'Earth's Mightiest Hero's', but now she was cowering and shivering in a corner.

I let a hint of a smile Grace my features as a reply, and in no time she was fast asleep.

I really don't know what came over me. I just met this girl today, well, yesterday, and I've shown more kindness to her than I have to my own brother. I guess I possessed empathy towards her, since she was just as big of a criminal as I was, if not more. And after being alone all of this time with no one that actually wanted to get to know me, I was desperate for some sort of human contact, affection if you will. I just wanted, no, needed a reason to keep on living. Y/n could be my reason.

It sounds cliché, and it is. The truth is, I've been here so long, locked in this cell, that I wanted to get out. I didn't want to escape, as much as I wanted to earn my freedom. In all reality, I knew that the Avengers were never going to let me roam free throughout the world, but they talked about letting me become a part of the team in time. I'll take what I can get. Gaining the other hero's trust was something I never even considered, until Y/n opened my eyes to how bad being imprisoned could be.