A scientist finds a Jotun struggling in the cold, bringing it inside her lab to help him. Though, trouble blossoms along the way when she finally realizes who it really was.
Although, he wasn't able to dodge when your knee the spot in the middle of his legs. Y'know. That spot.
It made him stagger back, his hands covering the spot where you kicked him at. You had managed to recover quickly. Standing up with ease while your legs buckle underneath his feet.
Once his head crashed the floor, a groan escaped his lips. Loki's view became blurry. He dropped a little bit too hard, making him fall unconscious once again. Was this the third time?
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Loki woke up, still on the floor and his head was still pounding. He would have problems with his head if this kept going on.
Bu as he starts to sit up, he notices a small note sticked to his chest. A yellow sticky paper with rushed but formal handwriting.
Once you wake up, do get out of the room. Don't get any ideas, this warehouse is in lockdown and there's nothing you could do to escape. So, might aswell look around the available rooms. While you can.
"Is there unavailable rooms?" He asked himself, "She probably has several people locked up in here too. She's mad," He rambled whilst he walked towards the door.
Before he could touch it, the door automatically opened to reveal a dim hallway. Grey walls with windows that were hardly transparent.
Another note was pasted onto the side of the door, right by the wall. As if it were some treasure hunting hints he used to find in Asgard when he was a child.
If you're bored (which I bet you are) there is a room somewhere in the left alleyway with boardgames, books, etc. If you need me (I know you will, somehow) there's a button on each room.
"I'm not a child," He grumbled, crushing the paper, afterwards littering it away. Walking to wherever he pleased, though he had to admit, after a few turns and stairs, he was lost.
He stopped his tracks when he reached a door that had a sign rught in front of it to name it. There were signs on almost every door, right on top.
Jane's and Y/n's quarters
He instantly crashed inside, meaning to cause trouble. It was just as boring as the other rooms. Jane had an empty room with only a bit of stuff, some family-ish items on her counter. While your side held nothing.
He opened the drawer by the side of your bed to reveal a small note with a passcode. 0076?
He slid the paper inside his pockets, remembering a certain door he couldn't open a while ago. Deciding to find out this mystery, "What harm could it bring?"
So, he took delivery to run out of the room, hopefully, he remembered where that door with the lock was. It wasn't different from others. All it had was a lockpad on the side.
On his way through, he was met by a transparent glass that gave him a clear view of you working. You hadn't seen him. Not without your back facing the screen.
He snickered to himself, slowly sliding across and to where he wanted to be with only a few minutes, "How easy,"
Y/n's storage room. Please don't enter, Jane.
"Well, I'm not Jane," He smirked to himself, typing the passcode, "0-0-7-6" The door slid open with a ding, and small smog reached his feet.
Inside was some shelves, half empty, half stocked with cardboard boxes with different items sticking out of view. He rubbed his hands together while he entered, looking left and right.
The first thing he got ahold of was a small box with cute items inside like a bracelet with childish charms and dolls that had paint on their faces to mimic makeup.
Next thing he saw was a video tape hidden in a black box, several, actually. They all had different colors probably according to what it had inside. Now, all he had to do was to figure out how to watch them.
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While your hamsters roam through the cage, going through the loops and tunnels, you were busy trying to fix the internet box and the cameras. Simultaneously.
The wifi box was made by you and Jane. It always broke somehow. It was cheaply made, but it worked.
"Hello?" You ask through the microphone which brings to your headphones pretty easily. It made you smile. It always worked out well.
But your brows furrowed when you hear a familiar tune. It was like a monotone song played by piano. That shouldn't be playing, not ever.
"Wait. Where is Loki?" You ask yourself, dragging a hand along your face as you ran out of your room quickly.
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