The Shapeshifter | Loki Fanfic

Part 7

The next day Cassie found Loki reading a book in the living room. She made sure no one was around and walked over to Loki, sitting next to him. He didn't even spare her a glance, so she sighed, and started the conversation, "I wanted to thank you for keeping my secret yesterday."

Loki smirked, finally looking up from his book, "I didn't do it for you, I kept your little secret as leverage." He closed his book and gave her a cold glare, "Learn this sooner rather than later, mortal, everything I do is for my own gain. I'm not here to make friends," he spat, making her ears fall flat. She gave him a small nod before leaving to her room. She didn't have the energy to argue. Normally she might have a good comeback to say back, but she just didn't feel like it anymore.

Cassie was told everything he did, trying to take over New York, but she thought he was just misunderstood. Seems she was naive. It seems he really was evil. Well she wouldn't make that same mistake again.

A few days later

Loki seemed to be avoiding her, and anytime she saw him, he gave her a cold look. She didn't know what she could have done wrong though. She had resigned herself to the fact that he was just a dick. If he wanted her friendship, which is seemed not, he would have to make the first move and at least apologize.

"Cassie," Natasha called out. "Up for some training?" She nodded in response—not that she was in any position to refuse.

They had gotten into a routine when it came to sparring. The spy had quickly figured out how to fight a wolf and was surprisingly good at it, making her wonder what Natasha's story was.

"Did you ever plan on telling us?" Caught off guard, Natasha pinned her as she racked her brain for what that meant. If Loki tattled about her powers she was going to kill—

"We were under the impression that you were unable to speak," she continued. "That's not the case, is it?"

Cassie's eyes widened. Oh shit, she thought. It was better than knowing her powers, but it was a secret nonetheless that could get her kicked out.

"How did you..."

"You're in no position to ask questions. Give me one good reason I shouldn't run straight to Fury with this information."

Torn between telling the truth and lying, she eventually went with the former. "I don't have much to hide but I would prefer to not be interrogated. What better way to do that than to not speak?"

Natasha didn't speak, but seemed to be calculating something in her mind. Thinking about what she said and Cassie had to remind herself to breathe, anxiety filling her up, threatening to destroy the work she put into protecting—

"Fine." She let out a sigh of relief. Natasha didn't elaborate further or explain why she made that decision. She only let go of her and stood up.

"Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Cassie, Mr. Stark requests your presence in the living area immediately," Friday interrupted.

Natasha and Cassie sighed, heading upstairs. She froze as she noticed Fury arguing with Tony. Loki, Tony, Nat, and Steve were all also in the room.

Fury noticed her walk in and sighed, "So really no progress at all. I would hope a little more from the heroic Avengers." He said it in a very obvious sarcastic voice.

Tony scoffed, "She's only been here a little over a week."

"I need her changed back by the end of next week," Fury demanded, and him and Tony started arguing once more.

Natasha pulled her aside, out of earshot, "Can you just change back? I can't promise for you to have no interrogation, but I can make sure it's quick and easy."

Cassie frowned, "No."

"Why not?" She argued.

"I won't betray my friend."

"Cass-"

"Change of plans. The counsel has run out of patience. We leave now. Sorry Cassie, but they want you locked up now. This was your last hope." Cassie nodded sadly and padded over to him, standing by his feet with her head down.

"What? You can't just take her!" Natasha protested.

"Just did," Fury motioned for two agents to put back the heavy collar, which they did, and dragged her outside by the chains. Cassie gave one last pleading look at the Avengers before she was shoved into the truck and it's door was slammed shut.

———

I watched her be dragged away, and for a moment I felt bad, sad, guilty even, but I pushed it down to a place where all my feelings went, never to be seen.

"We have to get her back. Reindeer Games, get your lazy ass over here and help us brainstorm," Stark glared at me.

I scoffed, "Why should I help? She was a nuisance. A pest. I'm glad she's gone," Deep down I knew that was the furthest from the truth it could get, I would miss the little wolf, but I kept up my cold façade.