The Cost of a Mortal's Captivity | Loki

Winging It

A/N: John Boyega is a gift to this world.

The rather unfortunate thing about this situation is that, unless I've gone nuts, I don't go back on my word. And the frustrating thing is that I'm tearing out my eyeballs just trying to figure out if it even counts as my word. On top of that, while I'm trying to figure it out, Loki is dragging me further away from the subway, my job, and my actual sanity.

I might owe him my life, and I might not, but either way it doesn't give him a right to push me around like I'm his own personal assistant. I did not skip work to do usual work things and not get paid for it. With any luck this will all be over by tomorrow, and I can offer up a perfectly reasonable explanation for why I didn't get in yesterday. If not, heads can roll and I won't mind.

What exactly this "life debt" entails has yet to be explained to me, but I have mentally compiled a list of things I will not be doing for his benefit. The first and foremost: I will not kill anybody. Secondly, I will not allow him to put me in any dangerous, potentially fatal situations. I will not be taken away from my ordinary life for over a week, and I will not allow him to force-feed me peppers. Come to think of it, maybe I should put the pepper one first. I would break out in hives and my face would swell up, it would be miserable for everyone.

Unable to take all this uncertainty any longer, I turn to Loki and inquire, "Where are we going?"

All the punk says is, "You will know in due time."

Is there some sort of villain code that says that they must remain cryptic at all times? I fold my arms over my chest, unimpressed."Listen, buddy, I'm not letting you take me anywhere without knowing where I'm going first."

Loki rolls his eyes. "If I tell you, you must agree not to ask any more questions until we arrive."

What a lovely person! He just tells you that you're annoying straight to your face. "I'll ask as many questions as I want. Such as, is it in walking distance of here?" Loki remains silent. "You don't actually know, do you?" I sigh. Again, there is no response. "Alright, I'll make you a deal. You tell me where we're headed, and I'll tell you how far it is."

"Germany," Loki finally sighs.

My first thought: Is there a Germany, New York? My mouth drops open when I realize he means Germany Germany. "You're out of your mind! I am not dropping everything and taking a little vacation to another CONTINENT with some deranged mischief-man!"

Loki places a hand on my arm. "It's perfectly alright, Abby."

I furrow my eyebrows, attempting to wrap my mind around his words. "It is?" I question.

"Yes," he confirms. "You won't try to cause any trouble, will you?"

I shake my head. It wouldn't be nice to cause trouble at this point, not after he's saved my life. "No, not at all," I promise. "I'll go to Germany. I've never been there before."

Loki releases my arm. "Excellent. Let's be on our way then." He continues to walk on, leaving me once again realizing that he messed with my mind.

"Slow down there, Mr. Mischief!" I begin. "You can't just do that and walk away like it's nothing!"

"Do what?" he questions over his shoulder.

I run to catch up with him. "Don't act like you don't know."

Loki smirks. "Oh, but I don't."

"Oh, yeah...?" I hesitate to push my argument any further. Is there a point in arguing with him when I may be the one who winds up looking stupid? " You obviously don't know that Germany is an ocean away, either."