My Prisoner // LokixReader

Chapter 8

You and Loki flew apart.  "Dad this isn't what it looks like! Litarally at all!" You shouted. 

He came walking agressively toward you two and Loki phased back through the glass and held up his arms in mock surrender. "I knew it." Clint muttered, taking you hard by the arm and shouting, "Stay the hell away from her!" To Loki.

Loki was safely behind his glass again and looked amused by the whole thing untill Clint pulled you roughly away. He had never handled you like that before. 

He started walking out, pulling you behind him, holding your arm so tight it hurt slightly.

Clint slammed his fist down on the red button that turned the magic block on and yanked you roughly out of the door, muttering angerly under his breath the whole time.

Loki looked alarmed and worried for you. He didn't like to see you handled so roughly for some reason. It distressed him deeply. He walked to the edge of his cell and slammed his fists onto the glass in a usedless attempt to phase through.

"Dad what the hell!" You shouted. "Shut up!" He shouted back, giving you a hard jerk that almost made you trip.

What the hell? Dad has litarally never handled me this way! He must be really mad....still, this is strange. Why wouldn't he just talk to me lile he normally does when he's mad?

You thought he was dragging you to your little wing, but he took a turn for the interrogation room. Why the heck where you going to the interrogation rooms?

"Dad, what the heck?" You asked him, more than a little startled. "Keep quiet." He said harshly, throwing you down into a seat and chaining your hands to the table.

You started struggling harshing agenst your restraints. "Dad lets just talk about this! What on earth!  Why are you doing thi-"  you cut yourself off. He had slammed the door shut and left you alone.

What. The. F***.

He was just going to leave you here? Why? He could have just taken you back to your room and never let you come out.  He had handled you so roughly.  What was wrong with him? He wasn't treating you like his daughter anymore. Where you being disowned?  What th-

You where pulled from your thoughts when Clint, Natasha and Director Fury came through the door a moment or two later.

"I think shes under some sort of mind control. I dont know how Loki figured out how to do it again, but this ones obviously more advanced. Look at her eyes. They are completely normal." Clint explained, shooting you a glance as he talked.

You sat there open mouthed.  He...he thought you where being mind controlled?

You started to laugh slightly at how misunderstood this situation was.  They all looked at you.

"You guys! I'm not under any mind control!" You explained.  They all rolled their eyes at you and began talking to each other like you werent even there.  You sat there, stunned at what was going on right now.

After a bit Natasha came and sat down in front of you.  "Look, mom, im not under influence! I swear!"  You pleaded. She clearly didnt believe a word you said. 

"(Y/n), listen, try to think.  When did this happen? Yesterday on the jet or when you went to go see him this evening?" She asked you patiently.

"Mom! I swear im not being mind controlled." You pleaded desperately. "Oh yeah? Well if you are not, then you will have no trouble explaining what Clint just saw in the prison."

She had you there...You couldnt exactly tell her what had happened or that you where falling desperately inlove with the prisoner.

You bit your lip and looked down, trying to think of a good excuse. She misread the gesture though.

"Uhu. Thats what i thought.  (Y/n) i know you're in there, come on, try to get him out!" She encouraged.  You snapped your head back up to look at her.

"Mom.  Look into my eyes.  Thats it, look deep into them.  I. Am. Not. Being. Mind controlled." You snapped, growing irradiated quickly.

She sighed and got up. "It doesnt seem like we are gonna be able to reason with her. Clint? You wanna give this a shot?" She asked him, throwing you a glance from under her eyelids.

What?  How could they treat me like this!  Im fine!

"Get me out of these stupid chains!  Im fine!" You shouted, growing extremely tired of this rediculous situation. Though, you would rather be locked in a cell than tell them what was really happening.

"Stop struggling! Its gonna be okay kid. We'll find a way to get you out of this." Clint said comfortingly.

You looked at him with disbelief. "Get me out of....get me out....of.....DAD!!!  IM NOT BEING MIND CONTROLLED!" You shouted, kicking the chair out from under you to stand, slamming your fists down on the table in front of you.

He stood up quickly and him and Natasha unchained your wrists and grabbed you by your arms.  You struggled agenst them with all your strength.

They threw you harshly into a cell and slammed the door, locking it behind you.  You got up quickly and heard them say, "Come, on. Lets go chat with Loki."

You gasped and ran to the edge of your cell, shouting after them, "Mom! Dad! DONT HURT HIM!"  It was useless though, they where already gone. 

"UGGGGRRRRAAAA!!!" You screamed in rage and slammed your fist hard into the strong glass keeping you inprisoned.

You didnt know what they would do to him, but you where scared to death. About yourself as well. 

If you weren't under any mind control, then how would they deem you where back to normal? Would they just keep you in a cell for the rest of your life? Kill Loki in hopes of 'getting you back'? 

You paced your cell, boiling in your own rage and irradiation.

Woah! This chapter was a little difficult to write. How does it feel to to be thrown in a cell by your mom and dad? Ouch!