Loki Laufeyson - The Experiment {1}

Chapter Four - First Steps

LOKI POV

Suddenly, for no reason, I bolted upright, my chest heaving and eyes wide. I looked around me frantically and saw that I was in my room back at stupid Stark Tower. I looked down at my body and saw that I had sheets drawn up to my chest. My brain suddenly remembered the mission to HYDRA and I ripped the sheets off my sweaty body, grateful to see that I was still in the same clothes as before. I would have murdered Thor for changing me into 'something more comfortable', he already went far enough as tucking me into bed.

I gritted my teeth at the thought and cursed myself for acting so weakly in front of him, the Avenger mortals probably saw me collapse when I teleported them back to this stupid tower. God, could it have gotten any more embarrassing? Thor had probably already told them how I had been so 'caring and kind' to that woman in the cell.

The woman.

I quickly ducked into my ensuite and splashed my very tired-looking face with water, drying it with a towel. I waved my hand over my body and changed my clothes into a pair of black jeans and a navy blue t-shirt with my magic. I smile, happy to have my magic back, a little sleep was all I needed. I looked at myself in the mirror. I would have preferred to wear a jumper, but the heat of summer was already in full swing, and it was worse for me because of my cursed Frost Giant heritage.

I ducked back out of the ensuite and waved my hand over my bed, my magic making it perfectly. I tussled my hair slightly, trying to look at least a little presentable before I pulled open my bedroom door, only to almost crash into the arrogant weasel of a man, Tony Stark.

"No need to fall head over heels for me too Reindeer Games." He grinned and I immediately glared at him, clenching my jaw. So Thor had told them about me and the woman.

"How long have you been standing there?" I demanded, looking down at him. He was tiny, really. His head only just reached my eyes level. It made him look even more pathetic.

"About 5 seconds before you crashed into me." He replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Your girlfriend is awake, I thought you'd like to know. She's in the basement." He spun around, hands in his pockets.

"She's not my girlfriend." I growled through gritted teeth, but he had already walked out of earshot. I muttered under my breath at him and began to walk towards the lift. I jabbed the button to go down and a couple of seconds later, the lift doors opened and I was grateful to find that it was empty. I stepped in and pressed the button to go to B, or basement, which really was just Stark's collection of prison cells that were literally always empty. I clenched my jaw at the thought of them locking her up like she was some dangerous villain. I hoped they at least had the decency to give her some medicine to soothe her pain and make her comfortable.

The lift pinged the doors opened, revealing a solidly white corridor with a brick wall on the right and all of the cells on the left. I strode out of the lift and looked through all of the cells, trying to find one with the woman in it. Stark was honestly stupid to not put her in the first one. Like, all of the others were empty, why did he have to put her in a random one?

I eventually found her and tried to open the door, but it was locked. I sighed heavily and looked up at the low ceiling where Stark had his know-it-all AI.

"Hey JARVIS." I called out, shaking my head at the stupid name. "Can you open up this door?"

"Of course Mr Laufeyson." The voice replied and I fisted my hands. "Let me just alert Ms B12 of your presence."

"That's not my... you know what?" I growled. "There is no point arguing with an AI." I slowly processed the rest of his words. "Her name is B12?"

"It is the only name I could find on any records." The AI replied. "And it is the only name she keeps telling us." There was a pause before he spoke up again. "Ms B12 is willing to see you." The lock clicked open and the door slowly opened.