Mischievous Love (Loki x Reader)

Part 3

Nobody

"HEEEEEEEELP!"

You're locked in a dark room, with a window view of the alien city. Why is nobody hearing your screams?! You scream again and again, but nothing. You pound against the hard metal door. "Let me out of here!" The guards standing outside your door, stiff like walls. Not making a single move. You have nobody. Nobody's coming for you. You've been kidnapped by an alien prince and thrown into a stupid room like some common criminal into a jail cell. You slide down the wall with your back, the tears dropping down your cheeks. Why did this have to happen to you of all people?

Suddenly you hear a voice and a chill runs through you, and not just from sitting on the cold floor. It's him, Loki. The anger pulses through your veins, and you rise to the door. "Let me out of here you sick freak!" He sighs and looks at you with those irresistible green eyes. "I can only let you out once you stop fighting the situation you're in and accept that you and I are made for each other." You narrow your eyes at him, expecting him to leave at any moment, but he takes a chair and sits down across your door. He looks like he hasn't slept in ages... Well, good. He deserves it.

Sleep

Once he was outside her room, she finally fell asleep. Knowing she was safe set him at ease and he fell asleep right across her room, more like prison cell. It's understandable that she wouldn't stop fighting, but she had to learn that certain actions have consequences. Sobbing you cover your face with your hands, your hair falling over you like a curly curtain. A memory from high school pops up into your vision. You used to be amazing at unlocking doors with the simplest of things, but this jail cell is sure to be charmed. Well, your already in enough trouble, a little more wouldn't make that much of a difference.

You peak over the barred window of the metal door, he's asleep and the guards are gone. Your breath hitches when you hear a small noise come from him. You see him shuffle in the chair across you and hold in your breath. He stills. After a couple more seconds you relax and breathe normally again. You reach into your hair and retrieve a grip from the messy bunch of curls. You reach into your bra and find your pocket-knife. Thank you mom! The door seems to have an absurdly large key hole, but you won't give up.

You stick in the grip first, moving it carefully upwards, to not make a noise. You open the pocket-knife to the nail-file setting it has and stick it in under the grip. Looking into the small opening still left in the whole you turn the grip left, then right, moving the pocket-knife accordingly. Finally you manage to do something right. You want to scream 'YES' but Loki is still sleeping across you. You try to push open the door as quiet as possible, but it gives a creak and you see Loki stir, a frown forming between his dark brows. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, noooo.

You suck in your stomach as much as you can, looking anorexic and squeez through the small opening of the metal door. You tip toe past Loki, still holding your breath, knowing that if you make a noise now, you'll wake him up. When you finally get to the door to the exit, you feel a strong hold on your wrist.

"Hello, darling."