Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 5 - Unwanted reunion

"That's enough." Captain America began speaking into some sort of PA, saying: "Take her to the cell."

When you heard those five very specific horrifying words, you couldn't help but feel your heart drop. You couldn't be a stuck in a cell, especially not with your mother all alone. Who was going to look after her? Protect her? Feed her? She's probably all alone waiting for me to return home. Guilt trembled all over you thinking about how worried she must be as of now.

Not even a second after he said that, about five guards barged into the office. Gripping onto their batons, the tasers and guns in their pockets had their own spotlight. Two of them held onto your arms about to drag you somewhere. You tried resisting but they applied more and more force. You had to quickly beg for forgiveness, it was very out of character but you had no other choice.

"NO! WAIT-"

*Shove*

"PLEASE GIVE ME-"

*Kick, head-but*

"ANOTHER CHANCE!"

You stood still as the guards applied more force onto your shoulders. They didn't drag you out as it was clear Captain America was about to speak of something.

Captain America stared at you, one of the guards that was behind you jumped at you and tased you. "I already gave you your chance. Get her out of here." He gestures towards the guards. They were holding you still so you were still facing him even though you just got tased. But after he blurted the last sentence, you were immediately dragged out. 

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At a familiar sight yet again. Walking down long hallways with guards standing in front of you, at your side and behind you. It's as if you were some dangerous weapon that needed to be restricted. You had a furious expression written all over your face, you needed to get home.

"Hey, black helmet dude. I'm clearly handcuffed here alright? Calm down. So much force for no damn reason." The guard next to you just applied more force onto your shoulder in response.

"Bitch."

You stopped. Bumping into all the guards around you, the one on your right continuously tugging you to keep moving forward. You still stood there staring straight at the fool who muttered such word to you.

"Excuse me?"

Your voice suddenly deeper and bolder. The passive aggressive tone matching the expression written on your face.

"Is there a problem here?"

That voice. You recognised it. The recognition brought waves nostalgia, letting horrible memories flood your brain.

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"When you enter the ship room, enter from your left."

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You tilted your head to see the sight of a big, tall, muscular man. He had short dirty blonde hair, with a lightning strike symboled with his scalp. His hair really did him miracles, letting him appear intimidating and strong. He truly looked like a God.

That's because he was one. Thor, God of thunder.

The future king of Asgard. Asgard, the place you ran away from. Asgard, the place where you happened to be wanted.