My Prisoner // LokixReader

Chapter 3

When you got to the prison area, you walked in through the doors to the secure room in which they held your prisoner. Loki looked up from his hands, which he held clasped together in front of him.

He didn't exactly look pleased to see you, but nor did he look sour.

 "Didn't cause too much trouble while I was out, did you?" you asked causally, not bothering to look at him as you went to your chair and sat down, spinning it gently to look at him.

He didn't look amused for once, which should have made you smug, but somehow it had the opposite effect. So you kept quiet as darkness slowly fell over the landscape, casting shadows through the big window that was in the room.

As time went on you grew tired and started yawning, but Loki didn't budge. He kept his eyes glued to the floor in front of him, a barely-perceptible expression of chagrin on his face. You didn't like it. You would rather him be making snarky comments and being a charming asshole like before.

You thought about asking if something was wrong when you realized what a stupid question that would be. Here he is, captured by mortals, away from home, in a cell, with nothing to do and only his guard to talk to....is something wrong? Noooooooo, nothing at all.

Yeah, better not...you thought, biting your lip as another yawn escaped you. What was he thinking though? Was he sad? Probably not. Scared? Could be. Tired? It appeared not. You were at a loss, and you didn't know why you cared.

He was your prisoner. You don't care about him. You only make sure he doesn't try anything funny. Right? Evidently not.

Why do you care about him? Stop it! He's a murderer and a asshole, remember? Almost got your parents killed? No? Nothing? Okay then, fine, care about him all you want, but you're being the asshole now. You argued with yourself absently. Maybe its just because he is kinda helpless and cute that I have some sort of  sympathy for him. Wait...cute? No he's not-- yeah okay, whatever, I'm not blind and he's pretty cute...BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING!

This lovely train of thought was interrupted by movement. Loki had laid down and turned his back to you. Finally.

After an another couple hours, some other S.H.I.E.L.D agents came and took the night watch for you. You were really very tired by the time they showed up, so you went straight to bed and fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillows.

You were woke early next morning by Clint telling you that you needed to be back at the prison. You groaned and rolled off the bed, grabbing the coffee your mom handed you as you walked out of the room into the hallway, mumbling 'morning's as you left.

You were not a morning person...and everyone knew it.

As you made your way down the familiar halls to the prison, you sipped your little drink of life. (coffee)

When you finally made it there, Loki was already up, pacing. He turned and smiled at you when you walked in, looking groggy and messy. You had forgot to brush your hair and it stuck out in all directions.

"I see you slept well," he observed sarcastically, looking you up and down. 

"Morning," you mumbled, too tired to deal with his mockery right now.

He laughed and sat down, watching you stumble up the steps to your seat and plopping yourself into it, sighing heavily and taking another drink from your mug.

You closed your eyes as the sun from the window hit them. Groaning slightly, you crawled under your desk and took the little screen that had Loki's cell on it, watching him from there, avoiding both him and the sun.

This amused him in the extreme. Turning his gaze over to the camera that filmed his cell he laughed and raised an eyebrow. From under your desk he heard a muffled "oh, shut up."

"I can tell you're a morning person." His sarcasm was quite grating this early.

 "Oh really? What clued you in? Genius."

This made him laugh. You popped your head out from under the desk to glare at him, squinting from the light of the window.

Sighing in defeat, you crawled out from under your desk and went to sit at the bottom of the stairs where the sun wasn't in your eyes. "Did you sleep good?" You asked, making him give a laugh of disbelief.

You were a totally different person in the morning. It looked like you had a hangover every day until you had been awake for about an hour. You said odd things without thinking and you stumbled around until you got your senses about you.

"Um, I suppose so... And you?" He asked awkwardly, unsure of how to deal with you right now.

"I guess," you muttered, taking another sip of your coffee and something unintelligible muttering under your breath.

He smiled at you and sat down, just watching you stumble around and mutter. You where being a very enjoyable source of amusement.

"Can't you just...like, not try to take over the world?" You asked, annoyed that you had to be here right now. "I mean, lets be real here. That never works out for anyone. Ever. Ugh. You just had to, didn't you?" 

He looked at you questioningly. "Well, I suppose I didn't have to. But I thought to myself, 'wouldn't it inconvenience that little mortal guard-person? It would, wouldn't it? Let's give it a go.'"

He smiled at you and you returned it with a rotten glare. He was, it appeared, shockingly annoying sometimes. You stumble back up the stairs and mumble, "I'm bored. This is the worst job."

Loki looked offended. "Bored?" He repeated, feigning a look of shock. "With absolutely nothing to do but stand around? That must be awful for you." He gave his almost empty cell a quick glace around.

"Yeah, sorry we took away your stick of destiny. Now you have no toys." You said it tauntingly.

He looked up at you with a confused expression, then smiled. "Toys?" He asked, giving you a really? glance. 

 "So do you get bored in there? For real?" The taunting and sarcasm left your voice.

He looked around him for a second before replying, "No, not really."

You gave him a questioning look. "I would die of boredom in there." 

He gave a huff of laughter. "Not when you have this much to think about." He said, almost to himself.

You leaned back on the steps and thought for a moment. "You know, if you ask nicely, I could try and find out what exactly they have in store for you." 

He glanced up at you. "But there is something fun about the mystery, isn't there?" 

"Hm. Not really," you said plainly.

"Mmm. You're right, if you find out I would be grateful if you would inform me," he told you, taking a seat on the bench. 

"That might be a bad idea.." you mumbled under your breath.

"And why is that?" He asked. Oh, he heard you? Sharp hearing.

 "I'm not sure. It seems like something I shouldn't do." 

He leaned back and crossed his arms. "Well they can't just keep me here forever. What's the point in that?"

"I don't know. S.H.I.E.L.D has their reasons." You paused for a second and then adding, "They might even just decided you aren't worth the trouble and kill you."

He laughed at your last sentence and said, "Okay, darling, let us assume you mortals can kill me: I am fairly sure Thor wouldn't allow that."

You bit your lip. He had a point. 

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