Merciful [A Loki Fanfiction]

Let the Trouble Commence

Merciful

Chapter Four: Let the Trouble Commence

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Last Chapter:

"Come on. You're going back to your room."

I would have argued, but the next explosion was closer. So close that the building began to crumble around Jaida and me, the only ones remaining behind.

Now:

3rd Person

Everyone knew what it meant when the mess hall collapsed. They all knew the dilemma Jaida had been facing, that she was still in there. It hit Clint the hardest. He looked at Natasha in horror before running over to the rubble, ignoring all safety precautions. Natasha let him for a little bit before gently dragging him back. He needed to pull himself together; they were senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were looked up to, and they needed to pull it together and figure out who or what had attacked their base. They couldn't risk losing any more lives than the first three explosions had taken.

Jaida

My eyes widened as the third explosion loosened the foundations of the building Loki and I were standing in. As the ceiling fell, I snorted. Oh, how unfair life is; Loki, with his magic, could simply transport away while I was crushed under this stupid building.

Just as I was near to being flattened, I felt a pressure around my shoulder. I didn't care about that, though, not when my body felt like it was ripping into trillions of tiny pieces and being tossed around like frisbees. Just when I thought I was going to pass out - if possible - I was dropped in a clearing somewhere. Instead of taking the opportunity to see where I was, I fell to my knees and began trying not to lose what little I had eaten for lunch.

I heard a snort, and turned to glare at the god, who looked quite pleased with himself. "What the heck was that?" I growled as soon as my stomach was settled.

"I thought it was clear; I saved your life."

"I know that," I said in frustration. "Why?"

Loki blinked slowly. "It would not fit my needs if you were to die. Fury would doubtlessly assign someone like Barton to supervise me."

I snorted. "You don't sound so sure. Now take me back."

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"That would be a bad idea. See, what if there are more explosions? With your luck, three would catch you at the second we return."

I sighed and looked around the little clearing. "Fine. Take me to Stark Tower."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "I would hardly be welcomed."

I stalked up to Loki, looking straight up into his face. Somewhere in my mind, I noted that not only was the god fully armored, he was also almost a foot taller than me. "Loki. Take me somewhere, dang it! I don't have my comm, I need to get ahold of Director Fury!"

He cocked his head slightly, before finally nodding. "You need to contact your boss? Then here."

A phone appeared in his hand, and I blinked before snatching it up and turning around as I dialed Fury's number.

"Pick up... pick up...." I muttered. Finally, he did so.

"Director Fury!" I exclaimed. "It's Agent Liao."

"Liao? I thought you had been crushed."

"Yeah, awkward situation. Loki transported me... somewhere and refuses to return. Think you can send transport?"