Loki Laufeyson - Saviour {2}

Chapter Forty Three - Get Out

WARNING: This chapter may upset some readers (mention of sexual assault)

But although I was extremely tired, it took me too long to get to sleep. I was tossing and turning, my eyes aching so much, but every time I shut them, my brain was buzzing with activity. I tried having a warm shower, but that didn't work. I tried to do the mediation I had practiced so long ago in Asgard, but my brain kept wondering.

That probably should have been a sign for when I did eventually fall asleep at around 2am. It felt like I almost instantly slipped into a nightmare.

I was walking down the hallway in HYDRA, dragging my feet after another brutal training session, my vision blurry from exhaustion. I opened up my bedroom door, turning around to shut it, leaning against it for a moment to try and give my aching muscles a break. But barely a second later, someone grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall.

Despite being so exhausted, adrenaline kicked in and all my training came flooding back. I grabbed the arm that was clutching my shoulder and I twisted it around, causing the attacker to stumble slightly as I spun in their weakened grip. I threw my foot up into their stomach with such a force that I heard a sickening crunch, despite my aching muscles. They gasped out in pain and I pushed them away from me, causing them to stumbled backwards and hit the back of my bed.

With one hand wrapped around their stomach, they pulled a gun out of the holster hanging around their waist. They barely aimed it before pulling the trigger, the bullets a blur past my ear as they lodging into the wall instead. I lurched forward as they cursed, dodging their punch and reaching out to grab their wrist. I twisted it hard, adrenaline powering through my veins, making a dangerous combination with my fire that was beginning to spark at my finger tips. They cried out in pain and the gun dropped to the floor as their skin burnt and twisted under my grip. As their knees buckled, I punched them hard in the side of the head, causing them to immediately fall silent as they collapsed onto the floor.

But his screams and the gunshots had already been heard and as I slowly came to realise what I had done, my bedroom door opened to reveal Strucker, Zola and the Winter Soldier. Strucker's clenched jaw was enough to cause my fire to instantly disappear.

"What did I tell you about resisting?" He yelled, storming over to me and grabbing a handful of hair before I could even comprehend his movements.

I swallowed a yell of pain as he forced my head back. I stupidly tried to squirm out of his grip, which only resulted in him punching me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain but he still kept a strong grip on my hair, his gloved hands digging into my skull.

"Answer me!" He spat, saliva speckling all over my face as I flinched.

I gasped for air, but couldn't answer quick enough for Strucker. He swung his free fist into my jaw, sending a loud cracking sound through my room as my head lurched to the side from the impact. I immediately felt blood fill my mouth and as I turned my head back to face Strucker, my fire instinctively bubbling up from the pain. I lurched in his grip and spat a mouthful of blood on his shoe. He looked down at the ruby-red splatter on his shoe before looking up at me with murderous rage.

His hand dropped from my hair and I breathed out at the release of pain, but his hand quickly moved itself to around my throat, squeezing tightly. I glared defiantly at him for the first couple of seconds before my throat began to feel like it was collapsing in on itself, I squirmed in his grip, but he just smirked as my eyes began to widen. He squeezed tighter, causing my eyeballs to feel like they were popping out of my head. I looked over at the Soldier, begging him with my eyes to do something, to stop Strucker, but he just watched on emotionlessly. His grip on the Skorpion in his hands shifted, but that was the only sign I got that he was aware of what was happening.