Sylvielaufeydottir x Reader

Stuck

The sweat was beading on your face. You could feel it dripping down your back as you remain seated against the tile wall. The cool feeling of the tile against your skin offered minimal relief as you pressed the side of your forehead against it. Sylvie didn't speak but you watched her tug at the collar of her armored outfit. You knew she was feeling the heat too. You weren't sure how much longer either of you were going to last in this room. The buzz of electricity and whirring sounds of the heaters and other machinery were enough to drive a person mad.

   Sylvie paced around the room assessing the situation further. Checking every possible angle for a way out. You watched as she tugged at the locked door for the fifth time. "It's not going to work" you said watching her tug relentlessly.  "This room helps power the entirety of the TVA, it's locked down tight."

   "I'm not staying locked in here waiting to be captured," Sylvie snarled back. You rolled your eyes and rested your head on the tile. The sweat was becoming uncomfortable and you could feel it trickling down your back and the sides of your face. Sylvie continuously pulled at her armor, feeling the heat get unbearable.

   An hour later and you couldn't stand it. Sylvie had finally sat down and was leaning against the wall as well. With sweat causing your clothes to cling to you, you grabbed your shirt and pulled it off. The release of the clothing gave you temporary relief. For a quick moment your body cooled a bit and you relished in it. You could feel Sylvie's eye watching you like a hawk. They burned on you hotter than the room you were in. You could tell she was getting uncomfortable in her clothes as she leaned against the wall.

   Resting in you bra, pants still clinging to you, you watched as Sylvie decided she too couldn't take much more. Pulling her chest armor up over her head she finally gave in to comfort. Now with just her undershirt on she breathed a temporary sigh of relief. You couldn't help but notice how normal and almost friendly she looked without a load of armor on her. She caught your eye and returned the stare. She glanced you up and down as you both watched each other. You felt exposed here in just your bra but you weren't willing to give up the comfort to put your shirt back on.

  Being stuck in here with Sylvie was like being stuck in a shark tank. You knew you only had so much time before she killed you out of frustration. The heat and the panic was settling in deep in your head. You couldn't focus on one thought as your mind kept bringing you back to the heat exhaustion that was slowly taking over your body. That's it. You'd had enough. Unzipping your pants you slid them off as quickly as you could. It was difficult work as they clung to your legs but you managed and finally took a breathe feeling the release.

   Sylvie watched you the entire time. "Are you planning on getting fully naked before we get out of here?" she said raising her eyebrows.

   "If that's what it takes to survive this, then yes," you said rolling your eyes.
  
   "You're the reason we're in this mess. You trapped us here on purpose," Sylvie snarled back.

   "If you hadn't made me panic I would've been able to concentrate on where we were going," you shot back knowing that if somebody miraculously decided to come unlock the door, it would be in your favor.

   "You're a liar. You knew what you were doing," Sylvie said standing up suddenly. This made your heart sink and you stood up as well, suddenly becoming aware of just how exposed you were in only your underwear and bra. Sylvie stepped closer to you with one hand on her machete. Her eyes bore into yours.

"You think I'd purposely roast us to death? Are you stupid?" You asked pressing your back against the wall. Sylvie snarled and closed the gap between the both of you. Taking her machete out she pressed it against your exposed stomach and leaned into you, forcing the blade to dig into your skin. Reaching behind your head she grabbed a fistful of hair and forced you to look up at her.

   "You're becoming more of a liability than I can afford," she said softly into your ear. "The only reason I kept you alive was I could use you and then kill you in front of you mother. The woman who stole my entire life from me," Sylvie whispered angrily. She released your hair and tenderly brushed a strand from in front of your face behind your ear, sneering as she did so. If it wasn't for the look on her face  and the blade against your stomach you would've thought she was being kind.  The heat mixed with your current predicament was causing her to be even more malicious.

   You stayed silent. You didn't dare speak a word. One wrong move and she could have your intestines spilling onto the floor. She stared into your eyes and rested her body against yours causing the blade to dig a little deeper. You gasped and stared back at her. You could see the sweat dripping off her face and feel the same on yours.

   After you stayed like this for what seemed like hours you finally dared to speak. "I didn't know that my mother was the one who brought you in," you said lightly, treading the dangerous waters carefully.

   "Oh I'm sure there's a lot you don't know," Sylvie replied casually, still pressing into you and eyeing you curiously and she kept you trapped. She moved back ever so slightly and removed the machete from your stomach. You were just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she instead placed it against your face. "You have such a pretty face. I wonder what your mother would think if I ruined it," she snarled at you. Panic rose in your throat. You could feel your pulse in your fingertips. Sylvie stared at you smiling maliciously as you stood there panicking. Her face was so close your lips were almost brushing.

"If you can't give me a way out here I'm going to make you into a painting for your mother to find. I'll make this room very pretty with your blood all over it," she whispered to you. You were in full panic mode now. The heat, panic, Sylvie's blade, and her body pressed against yours wasn't helping you think at all. "Tick, tick, tick." She tapped her blade against your face. Seconds passed as you thought of a way out. You felt the blade come to your throat.

"Any last words?" Sylvie asked smiling.