My Prisoner // LokixReader

Chapter 9

You had no idea how long it had been since you got put in your cell.  You sat on your medle bench mumbling irradiatedly to yourself when you where snapped back into reality by the door to the room opening.

You looked up quickly to see your dad walk in.  It must have been a long while since you had been put here, because he had a tray of food.  Breakfast from the look of it.

Had you really been up all night pacing and mumbling? Jeez...

He slid the food into your cell and looked at you hopefully. You huffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes and turning your head away from him.

He gave you a disappointed glare that you didnt notice. 

"(Y/n)?" He asked gently. "Tell me what you did to Loki!" You practically shouted, jumping from your chair and marching over to stand in front of him.  He sighed.

"Tell me what Loki did to you!" He responded. You glared. You where doing that a lot lately.  "Loki didn't do anything to me!" You hissed.

Your eyes went to the floor in front of you, a slight blush coming to your face thinking about what he might have told them. In a more mild tone, you mumbled, "Um, what did he tell you?"

Clint raised on eyebrow at you questioningly. "He keeps giving the same story as you, which only backs up the theory that your under some sort of influence. Neither of you will give a full story." He explained as irradiation dripped from his voice.

"Dad I'm not mind controlled! You have to believe me!" You pleaded.  He crossed his arms and said, "Then tell me what you where doing when i found you with Loki."  He commanded.

You bit your lip and once again turning your gaze to the floor. You would not tell him.  You could not tell him.  Being in this cell seemed like a better option than telling him you where falling inlove with Loki and your first mission was a big play set up by Loki to get you in the fild. 

Nope.

You remained silent and Clint shook his head. "Thats what I thought."  You looked up at him and said, "Please just let me out dad! I swear on the life of small kittens that i am under no influence!" You told him desperately.

He shook his head sadly and started leaving the room.  "Dad..." you called after him.  He stopped in his tracks and looked back at you expectantly.

"Please don't hurt Loki."  You breathed. He rolled his eyes and took off out the door.  You sat down on the floor and layed your back to the glass helplessly.  You where so stuck.

So thats how it went for three days.  Your mom or your dad would come in and bring you food, try to talk to you and you would try explaining how Loki had you under no sort of mind control and they would get irradiated and leave.

You had no idea what they did to Loki to try and get information out of him. It scared you.  If he spoke the truth they would think its a lie, if he lied they would think its a lie.  Loki was in trouble. 

The only thing he could say that they would believe would be that you are indeed being mind controlled, but if you really weren't there was no way for him to pretend you where and "lift his spell" or whatever.

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

It was the fourth day of this nonsense when someone came into your cell in the middle of the night.  You looked up, rather suprised that your mom or dad would come see you at this hour. 

Who ever it was stood in the shadowy doorway for a moment and you got up and went to the edge of your cell for a better look. "Mom? Dad?" You called out.