When War and Lies Collide

Trapped

The next morning, Loki woke first to find himself still wrapped in Sif's loving embrace.  Loki knew he had to check on the other warriors to make sure they hadn't been found, as hiding from the Agents was a big priority at the moment.  So, reluctantly, he left Sif's side and made his way towards the bathroom to shower.  Despite his movement and the sound of the shower turning on, Sif slept on, clearly exhausted.

Loki took his time, the hot water cascading down his bare back ad shampoo in his hair as he remembered everything that had happened that night.  It bought a warm smile to his lips as he absently watched the soapy water go down the drain.  Fandral was definitely going to notice something was up, as Loki literally felt like he was walking on clouds.

His attitude change was apparent even as he got dressed and ate a piece of toast, that lazy smile still on his face.  He just couldn't get over the fact that Sif had finally accepted him fully, and with no second thoughts.  It was a step forward in their relationship, to have full trust in each other.  Things were moving forward, and Loki finally thought about whether or not this was to be the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.  The only answer that came to mind as he cleared his plate was yes.

Soon enough, his mind still in a daze, he uncautiously walked out the door and closed it behind him, beginning his route to go check on the other Asgardians.  He figured since they were now being tracked by S.H.I.E.L.D, it would be best to cut their vacation short and travel back home.  The last thing he wanted to happen was to be captured by the Agents and have to drag his...  friends down with him for the mistakes he had been forced to make in the past.

The god swiftly strode down the hall, his first stop to be Fandral's room.  He could only hope that the blonde had listened and would be there, but in all reality, he doubted that was the case.  As he rounded the corner, he could hear faint footsteps behind him.  Normally it wouldn't have caused any alarm in him, but the circumstance was far from normal.  Loki turned his head, emerald eyes widening at the sight of Skye, the woman that Fandral had supposedly wooed but ended up just being a spy; along with two others he could only assume were Agents.

Loki quickly cast an illusion on his form as he turned back facing forward and ran, making him appear as a different person.  It was a bit surprising to him that he opened his eyes just in time to slam into another Agent, the shock of hitting someone causing his disguise to flicker.

Everything happened too fast, he didn't have time to fix his mistake.  They had see him, they knew it was him, and before he could do anything about it, he was tackled to the ground.  

From that moment, all he could remember was his head smacking harshly into the ground with a loud crack, a pain running through his body and then something being injected into his arm.  Then everything went black.

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"Sif." The word left Loki's mouth in a whisper as he finally came to, his eyes flickering open.  Everything was blurry.  The floor was spinning.  He felt extremely nauseous.  He vaguely gathered the fact that he was in a glass cage- again.  And, there was a man with a nervous expression standing to his right with a large, gun like object who appeared to be inside the cage with him.  And what was worse?  Sif was nowhere to be seen.  In fact, the only person that seemed to be present other than him was the man with a gun.

Loki turned his head and opened his mouth to talk to the man, to get answers, but before even a syllable could leave his mouth the Agent took aim and fired something into his arm.  There was a small sting, and then everything faded away.  The last sound he heard as his sight went black was an ear piercing yell that sounded vaguely like "COULSON!".

Coulson?

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He woke up.  Bright lights blinded his vision as he frantically tried to blink away the spots dancing in front of his face.  His head throbbed, and he couldn't make out anything around him except for the bright light.  Loki doubted he was on his way to Valhalla, as Hel seemed much more practical after all of his actions.  After all, if he was on his way to Valhalla, why was he in pain?  Definitely Hel.

Then one thought seemed to clear the confusion in his mind, or at least subdue it for a moment.  Sif.  Where was she?  Where was he?!  He promised to keep her safe, he promised.  Loki felt panic bubbling up from his chest and he tried to move.  He tried to stand but couldn't, he couldn't move.  He felt something over his wrists, over his hands.  He could move his stomach slightly, but his feet were firm to the ground and wouldn't be moving anytime soon.  The prince grunted as he tried to get out of his restraints, light still blinding him.  He attempted to scream, to yell out- and couldn't.  There was a muzzle back on his mouth.

Damn.

He wouldn't give up, he couldn't.  Not until he found Sif and the others, not until he was sure that they were safe.  So, he tried anything he could do to attract any sort of attention.  He grunted loudly, he groaned against the muzzle as he wriggled around in the restraints until his wrists and ankles were raw.  He tried screaming but it was muffled, even he could tell that much.

Throughout his struggling, he recollected the moments before arriving at the cage.  The Agents, their faces, what they looked like and where they had been.  Loki tried to come up with a plan, but his situation didn't give him much hope.

Just as he was about to give up his squirming and felt a drip of his own blood slide down his wrist, the lights dimmed.  It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, the effect dizzying him for a moment.  

He was still in the cage, but this time he was alone inside.  He felt the muzzle unclench itself from his sore jaw and fall onto his lap, then rolling off and clattering to the floor beside him.  Instantly, he let out a frustrated yell, staring around in a panic at the many Agents that surrounded his cage.  And who was in front?

No other than the man he had stabbed on the helicarrier during the New York attack.  And he looked pissed.

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