Summary: Being one of Loki's mindless puppets comes with benefits.. for him
Requester: @eleniblue (Tumblr)
Rating: *DARK* R, buckle up cause.. god damn
Song Inspired: For You by HIM
'Trembling.. throbbing.. pain.. I see what's happening but.. my body betrays me.. how could I have done such things? His bidding.. his.. I would have never stolen.. hacked.. backstabbed.. killed.. not them.. not my friends.. not SHIELD..'
My body tensed, the more I would fight to gain control, the more my head would hurt. Move damn it! all I could do was stand there, ready on call or to take orders. We all still wore our uniforms. But he's taken away our reason for wearing them.. all for his sick, twisted bidding for this plan of his.. I'm not sure what he has all of them building, but I know it's not good. They're all just his puppets, holding a bright, blue hue to their eyes as they mindlessly went about his orders, just as I did whenever I was given one.
Was I special? Everyone else would slave away but most of the time all I was told to do was stand there.. ready and waiting, but hardly given an order other than to move to the next room where he would resign next.. him... Loki..
Perhaps its his own way to torture me? To just stand there and watch while my coworkers- my friends, would slave away going against what we all believe in, to help him destroy this world. The more I thought, the more I thought but the pain of a headache would make it nearly impossible to keep trying as I would flinch back into an emotionless state.
Today was different.. at least, according to him.
He stared more than usual, he normally did when you were in his presence, seeming like he was half listening to whomever he was speaking with while his eyes seemed to study my body. Gods..
He talked a lot with Barton, selecting him as a right hand man to do his bidding, and it practically broke my heart to see my friend not being able to do a damn thing about it. just as we all couldn't..
A hand rubbed against my hip, a long slender hand that pulled me out of my thoughts and I felt my body stand better at attention against my wishes as I lock eyes with Loki. ''sir?'' my mouth responded, yet my mind screamed at wanting his hand off of me.
He would merely smirk and walk away, his lingering hand being removed at the last minute as he would walk away. Not today. ''agent Y/N,'' he spoke, my name rolling off his tongue as I held my breath. ''I need you to come with me.'' He says and begins to walk off, his hand waiting to the last minute to leave my body before joining his side while I felt my legs begin to follow.
What did he want? He hardly ever gave me a job- half the time I felt like a decoration as I watched the others work.. and there were hardly other female 'puppets' if you will. I couldn't even ask him what he wanted, my body just responded by "doing" without a question or pause to it. my mind screamed countless times to halt, very much so in the beginning to the point of mental exhaustion until now I just held my breath and expected it to be simple things such as "have you see agent this or that following orders?" "what file permits so and so?" such things like that to bid his plans.
Not this time.
My heart felt like it stopped as I followed him through a few halls before we got to a room in which he usually slept- a simple, almost prison like room where there was dim light, blank walls and the only piece of furniture there was a bed.
''after you,'' he smirked, standing to the side as I felt my lips pull to a smile and gave him a thank you nod before he followed me in.
My body shuddered, feeling how any interaction I had with him, my body would be polite, smiley, almost flirtatious if people would have taken a guess. That wasn't me? That's not who I was..
