Ensorcellment (Loki X Reader)

Trapped

Take in your surroundings.

Center in on your target.

Fire.

It echoes through the air.

Target eliminated.

You reload and watch them fall, making sure they don't get up.  They don't.  You get up, pack up, and get the hell out of there. 

You throw your gun case in the trunk of your car and zoom away quickly.  You have an upcoming flight to another continent in like three hours.

It would surprise most people how many people are killed by mercenaries and assassins every day, even in the 21st century.  Your official tally is over two dozen kills after five years in the business and even more successful interrogations, bodyguard jobs, drop pickups, and more.  It's an extremely lucrative occupation and has only gotten more successful the last few months. 

The one good thing about the planet being constantly attacked by supervillains these days is there's plenty of work for freelancing mercenaries like you.  If you thought international governments were in chaos before heroes destroyed cities and villains destroyed governments, things are even more hectic now that superhumans and mutants are running amok.

Requests for your services have been pouring in over the last few days but you're focusing on your current jobs one at a time.  You have a feeling this chaos is going to last quite a while and the more exclusive you stay, the better prices you can charge.

You pull into the parking lot of your motel and find a spot quickly- it's a shitty little hole in the wall and it looks like there's only, like, two other people staying there right now.  You find it a lot easier to keep a low profile at places where no one asks questions and regularly keep no records of customers.

You open your door and get out, grabbing your overnight bag.  You shut the door and turn to head inside when you feel hands grab you around your waist and your mouth.

You try to drop to the ground but your vision goes dark and your body feels frozen- you can't move any of your muscles. 

You feel the ground drop away from under your feet and feel the wind whipping harshly against you.  You felt your consciousness slipping away and soon blacked out.

You awake slowly, your brain and vision foggy.  As they clear up, you begin to remember what just happened and take in your surroundings.  You're lying on a bed in a small room furnished sparsely but finely.  The blankets you're touching are incredibly soft and the bed itself is humungous. 

  You finally clear your head and listen for voices or other threats.  Upon hearing none, you crawl off the bed quietly.  Your feet touch the ground and your now bare feet make contact with the plush carpet.  You slowly walk over to the door closest to you and crack it open.  It's a small bathroom- it's empty so you went inside to investigate.

The bathroom, like the bedroom, is sparse but strangely fancy.  The sink is made out of what looks like a solid slab of marble, as well as the floor, and the glass-enclosed shower looks big enough for two or three people to comfortably fit.

You head out of the bathroom and approach the other door, listening against it for a moment beforehand.  You open it slowly to another small room with only a chair and table.  At the far end of the room is a large, metal door. 

You start approaching the door but you hear grinding and creaking behind it.  It starts to shake as someone opens it slowly so you step back, trying to make a quick plan of action.

You charge at the door as it opens, preparing a punch and expecting to barrel through the figure there.  Instead, the person barely flinches as you make impact and you fall backward from the inertia.