Psych You Out in the End

7

When the coast was clear, I snuck out of the security room and towards Loki's cell. Along the way, I saw Thor and decided to see what answers he could give me.

"Thor!" I called out. "Just the god I wanted to see."

"Lady (Y/n)." He greeted me. "Do you know many other gods?"

"Fair." I yielded. "I was just wondering what you could tell me about Loki."

"What would you like to know?" He asked.

"Anything really. Childhood. Relationships. The more I know, the less the spirits have to search for." I lied.

"Of course," Thor said joyfully. "My brother has always been quite the trickster. Even more so when our mother taught him magic."

Thor's expression changed from one of fondness to one of guilt.

"Male magic users are rarely heard of on Asgard. Males were expected to be mighty warriors, not mages. The ability to perform magic was seen as a  feminine quality. For that, Loki was picked on by many. My friends often picked on him and I did nothing to stop them." Thor explained.

Thor quickly changed back to an expression of fondness.

"There was this one time where he transformed into a snake because he knew that I loved them, and when I went to pick him up, he transformed back into himself and stabbed me."

Thor laughed at the memory.

"You said that your mother taught him magic," I said. "Were they close."

"Ah yes," Thor answered. "Mother always wanted someone to teach her magic to. I was never able to stay focused enough. I used to jest with Loki, telling him that he was Mother's favorite simply because he knew magic."

"He was your mother's favorite?" I asked.

Thor paused for a moment.

"Mother loved us both equally. Though they spent more time together than she and I did. Just like I spent more time with Father than Loki did." Thor explained.

"Did your father and Loki get along?"

"Until recently, yes," Thor answered.

"What changed that?"

"He found out that he was a Frost Giant, an enemy to Asgard, the monsters in Asgardian stories. Father and Mother both kept it a secret from him, so he felt as if he had been lied to his entire life." Thor said.

"One last question," I said. "Thinking back to your last interaction with Loki before all this, did he show any signs of wanting to take over Earth?"

"No," Thor answered. "The only time he spoke about ruling was when I returned from my banishment. Father had fallen ill and Mother stayed by his side, leaving the throne to Loki. We fought when I returned. He told me that he never actually wanted the throne. All he ever wanted was to be my equal."

So Loki didn't want to be a king then. More evidence supporting my theory of him being controlled.

"Thank you for your time Thor."

Thor nodded and continued his walk down the hallway. Now all I had to do was break into Loki's cell room and get some information from him.

Guards stood outside of the room that Loki's cell was in, making my job a lot harder. Looking around, I saw absolutely nothing that could help me cause a distraction. Looks like I'm gonna have to do this the old fashion way: have fake confidence, lie, and hope that it works.

I walked up to the guards with the confidence that would make them think that I was meant to be there.

"Hello. I'm (Y/n) Spencer. I'm a psychic that SHIELD recently recruited. I'm afraid that I need everyone to clear out. I was ordered by Fury to stand guard and get a psychic reading off of the prisoner. I'm afraid I can't do that if others are around. The spirits need to pick up on his specific energy and that's going to be a lot harder with so many different people around." I lied my ass off.

The guards looked at each other, disbelief clear on their faces.

"You say that Fury told you to stand guard? Alone?" One guard asked.

"That is exactly what I'm saying."

"So you wouldn't mind if we asked Fury ourselves?" Another guard asked.

"Of course not," I answered with fake confidence. "Though he'll probably be real upset that you're wasting his time and mine. I mean, you do what you think you have to do. It's just that the longer it takes for you to get your answers, the longer the prisoner is able to plan his attack without anyone knowing."

The guards, again, looked at each other. They seemed to be silently debating on whether or not they should involve Fury.

"Alright." One finally agreed.

The leader of their group began to walk away, causing the rest to follow. I stood there, acting like I was actually standing guard until they disappeared down the hallway.

"That was easy," I whispered to myself.

Before going into the room, I made myself clear my mind and relax my muscles. If I was going to talk to the God of Lies, I really needed to be believable. My bet is that lying to the God of Lies is a lot harder than lying to a polygraph. I only hope that my time on Explosión Gigantesca de Romance improved my acting skills. With a deep, calming breath, I entered the room.