Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 7 - Villian?

You touched your forehead for comfort. The tingling stopped the moment he looked away.

"Your mother.. She was Asgardian?" He asked, keeping his gaze ahead of him as you brushed your hair back.

"Obviously." You sighed. He just hummed in response.

You finally arrived to the interrogation room. You both stopped in front of the door. Loki flicked his hand, making a key out of magic.

You watched as he began twisting the key inside the doorknob, and heard the door hinges cackle. Impressive.

After the door swiftly opened, he held his hand out. Signalling you to go in. But instead, you just stared, clearly confused.

"Aren't you going to come in with me?"
You asked. You weren't afraid of being alone but it was best to have someone to at least defend you.

But who were you to think he'd defend you? You sounded desperate.

"No, why would I?" He asked, also curious.

You just rolled your eyes. "Nothing." Then you barged into the room.

You looked back to see that the door was already closed and locked.

You took a deep sigh and walked towards the chair, aggressively pulling it backwards so you could sit down. It was just you in a plain room. The room consisted of one table and three chairs, two of those chairs being opposite you.

You assumed somebody would walk in and this entire nonsense would begin. Considering you were handcuffed and the room was empty there was really nothing to entertain you, you just had to wait for somebody to annoy you with their presence. You slouched on the chair, leaning your head back and putting your legs on the table like some sort of reckless businessman. 

You hummed, you thought, you fidgeted, after ten minutes somebody finally walked into the plain torture room. It was Nick Fury, fully suited and everything. Try hard.

"I see you're finally ready to talk now?" He asked in a witty tone. You rolled your eyes in response.

"Before we start, I just want you to know that your mother is currently in this building inside the medical ward. Let me tell you, this building has the best security and the best doctors. She's fine here, she needs proper help and care not stolen life support machines." He tried to reassure you, but you snapped back at him. "Best security? Is that why I was able to break in so effortlessly? BULLSHIT. She was safe in our home and now you just set her up."

Fury just rolled his eyes, knowing that whatever he said your stubbornness was going to find a way.

"You know, this isn't even our responsibility. We could've just left her to rot and starve so you should be a little grateful." He quickly snapped. For the first time, you were left with no reply. You sat in silence knowing he was correct, and you didn't want to push any limits.

Responding to the silence he just sighed. "Let's just start." You nodded, keeping your head down. "We have a lie detector built by Tony, so you answer with the truth."

"First of all, what's your name?"
"... Y/n. Y/n L/n. "

"How old are you, where were you born?"
"1024 years old. I was born in Asgard."

"What are your abilities?"
"None. I'm practically useless."
"Lie detected. Tell the truth."
"I can go invisible and generate force fields. Since i'm Asgardian i'm more advanced than a regular midgardian when it comes to speed, durability, strength and stuff." 

"What do you do for a living? What's your entire purpose?"
...
"Not all of us have amazing lives living in luxurious towers, Fury. I used my.. advantages for money. I rob and assassinate people, there. But i'm not completely heartless.
"Really?"
"Shut the fuck up and let me finish. I only stole from rich snobs, scammers and people who generally have a lot to spare. But all of it, none of it was for me. I only did it to provide for my mother. Any leftovers I would give it to children in need. And yes, I assassinate people. But in that same instance I only murder those who deserve it."
"Elaborate on 'deserve' it."
"I was going to. Those people would be murderers, rapists, kidnappers, abusers.. Should I go on? I do all the stuff you avengers are too lazy to do."