Love's Misunderstanding ||A Loki Fanfic||

Chapter 2: Prisoner

I woke up slowly, a bit sore, perhaps more sore then usual. I sat up and found myself in a room. It had a clear wall so I could see out, the rest were white. There was a table and chair in the middle of the floor, another room I assumed was the restroom. How kind and considerate, unfortunately I didn't see a door. I got up from my bed, panicked, as I felt a pain. I hissed and looked down. I didn't see anything that appeared to be wounded. I took a step and winced, it was my back. I softly placed a hand on the area of pain and pulled it back. The hand had blood on it. Great, I thought, wondering how long it would take to possibly getting infected, if it would. I fixed my jacket to lay right and headed to the clear wall. I felt it was really there and I began trying to find a door handle, or anything that might let me out. I was not going to just sit in here.
I searched for who knows how long with no prevail. I huffed and sat down. I had no way to communicate S.H.I.E.L.D if I even could in Asgard.
I ran my hand through my tangled hair and closed my eyes. This wasn't suppose to happen. How did I manage to get into this mess?
I heard a noise and I opened my eyes to see Loki setting down a platter of food. He was dressed down, if gods ever did dress down, I wasn't sure.
I glared at him, hoping it would burn him. I didn't have any special powers, if I did, I wouldn't be stuck here.
"What? Surprised I'm feeding you? I certainly couldn't let my prisoner starve to death."
"I'd rather do that then be your prisoner!" I spat.
"You won't have to be, if I get what I want," he said, his godly green eyes staring into my human ones.
"And what is that? Power? To rule the world and its little humans like me?" I asked my jaw set, in fury. "It's obvious you don't care about us, or who you kill."
"You've lost someone... Someone who was close to you?" he asked kneeling down to my level.
"Don't play games, and pretend you care! I've watched you kill in cold blood!" I sneered.
He slowly got up, taking the platter with him. "You will eat eventually, let me know when that is."
I scoffed. "I'm a agent, I don't break that easily."
"Perhaps, but I guess it depends on how long it takes someone to miss you, to find you. I suggest you get comfy, it's going to be a long stay."

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Loki wasn't lying on his part about it being a long stay. I only kept track by asking for something to write with and tacking tacks. Three weeks had gone by without food, my stomach felt so empty the pain never subsided. I spent most days in bed, not knowing when it was day or night. I wondered where I was being kept and how no one knew. Better yet, why had no one at S.H.I.E.L.D noticed I was gone? Had they? Were they too busy cleaning up after the battle of New York? Had they thought I'd been killed? What if they did and they weren't ever going to look for me?
No, I had to trust my team like they trusted me. Only I failed them, I failed to get to Loki, I failed and ended up captured.
My head pounded from the lack of food.
Loki came every night with food, but I was not going to please him by eating. If I was the key for him to get what he wanted, I had to make the hard call. I might have to die, if it meant him not succeeding, to save the world.
Right now though... my head was so foggy, the idea of just having something small... NO! I winced, my back had yet to heal, I decided that it must be infected. That might explain some of my feverous behavior. I didn't know how long I was actually going to make it.
I slipped in and out of sleep, even then it wasn't peaceful, my dreams were filled nightmares. I kept dreaming on how Loki was ready to stab Coulson, I was standing right there, I could stop it. I never did though, I was always too late. I always woke up with tears in my eyes and in a cold sweat.
I was awoken from one of these dreams by the clinging of the tray being set on my table.
"Ready to eat?" Loki asked and I didn't bother getting up, or even attempting it. "You know, you have to eat sometime. If it's fear that I'm fattening you up for execution, you're mistaken."
"What is it then?" I mumbled, to week to sit up.
"I need you as bait. Once they realize S.H.I.E.L.D's finest agent is missing they'll do anything to get her back. When it comes to that point, I'll make a deal. I take Thor's place. I'll rule Asgard once Odin is dead."
"You think Thor will do all that for me?" I asked with a laugh.
"I don't know, you tell me. You have a history with my brother," he said.
"Sounds like you and your brother don't have a good relationship."
"He is no brother of mine."
"Shame, granted it makes sense, he's much better then you," I spat back. I might've had a history, not a deep one though. We talked when he came to Earth but other then exchanging a few words, nothing. Unlike some of the other female agents, I kept my composure around the handsome, golden, god. That's what makes a good agent.
"You know, that's no way to speak to a Prince," he interjected, breaking me of my thoughts.
"It is, if the prince is the prince of the devil," I wanted my words to hurt, to pierce his soul- if he had one- and make him feel the pain I so badly wanted to inflict on him.
"Tell me, what is your name?"
"Why should I tell you, you know what you already need to."
"Very well. Are you going to eat?" He asked once more. I eyed the food with hunger, but I didn't know if I had the strength to get to it. I slowly nodded my head. "Good," he answered with a sly smile. I wondered if the food was poison, but that was unlikely if he needed me.
I waited for him to leave but he didn't. Why was he watching, I hadn't even gotten up yet.
"You can go," I stated, somehow managing to sit myself up.
"Oh no, I here to make sure you don't do anything stupid," he said with a raise of his brows. I was ready to pull his black hair out of that scalp of his, if I only had the strength.
"Then I don't want it," I hissed, I didn't want him to see me weakened, it would only raise his spirits.
"Very well then, suit yourself," he said, picking up the platter and walking away, leaving my stomach to its usual grumbles.