Topsy-Turvy (sequel to Hidden Beauty)

Betrayal

When Loki was young and just a kid, the kind cook in the kitchen used to pull him on her lap and while he ate the special muffins, she used to tell him stories of angels and demons.

Demons had always intrigued him and scared him to an extent that he had to sleep with his brother at night. But then Frigga had said that there's no such things as demons.

Though it did comfort him a bit at that time but later, when he fell from the rainbow bridge and met the mad Titan, he realised that his mother was wrong.

Demons and monsters did exist.

And then he was turned to a monster of his own.

Trapped in his own mind, he still remembers the struggle of pain, the struggle to mould back to his old shell of compassion and love and mischief. He tried and failed and then a certain girl came to his life. Chirping and full of life, hiding her ugly painful scars behind that dazzling smile.

She changed him. Sucked out the last drop of evilness from inside him. Made him feel pure and innocent whenever she touched him with her lips.

He thought he was done with coming across such dark souled demons but yet again, chained to the wall, too shocked to whisper, he watched the same girl in horror and awe, as she brandished her katanas and unleashed herself upon the oncoming men bustling through the door.

They didn't stand a chance.

She was a whirlwind of steel and blood. As he watched her cut through the men as though they were stalks of wheat in a field, he realised, at last, the deadly weapon she actually was.

Before, they had been in missions together but he was always too busy in stabbing to notice her fighting style but now, when he watched her bathing in the men's blood, he couldn't tear away his gaze.

First time in almost a year of their relationship, he saw the lethal predator in her.

A wounded tigress.

There was nothing human in her eyes, nothing remotely merciful. It froze his heart.

Loki felt his lunch rise, not just for the hacked up men near his feet and her dripping bloody body, but also for the fact that he could not, for the life of him, find the girl he had loved anywhere in her face.

She was not the woman he had loved so deeply.

His eyes travelled to the gagged man and to his confusement, found him smiling against the cloth bundled inside his mouth.

What?

"Rosabelle! Stop! It's an order!" One of the man screamed, pointing his gun at her while she continued to hit the others with her blade.

Loki looked at him with narrowed eyes. No batch of Hydra on these men. The man noticed Loki and hurried towards him. He yanked at the chains and gave Loki a pleading look. "Sir Loki! Thank God you're here! You must tell her to stop!"

Loki bared out his teeth. "Who are you? Whom do you serve?"

"Sir we're from SHIELD!" Loki's eyes widened considerably as the man continued to rush with the words. "Someone called Fury that Rosabelle is here and we were ordered to come-"

He wasn't even finished when K swung her katana at his back, slicing through the flesh and spine and he dropped on the ground, went limp with a choked sound.

"ROSE!!" Loki yelled, heart thundering. "STOP IT! THEY ARE OF SHIELD!"

But it was too late for all men were already dead.

Loki screamed at her, yanking violently at the chains till they rattled and K whirled around and pressed the blood dripping blade against his throat. He immediately fell silent.