Merciful [A Loki Fanfiction]

At Their Mercy

Merciful
Chapter Thirteen: At Their Mercy
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"I trusted you," I snarled defiantly, waiting for that final, fateful slash.

3rd Person

To be at one's mercy is to be powerless, weak before them. When you are at someone's mercy, you know that they hold your life in their hands. What you don't know is what words, what action, will turn the situation around.
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Hill ran out of the interrogation room, leaving Tri behind.

"Hill? Training area."

"I know, Director," she said shortly, already nearing a few tussles and joining the fight. S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't faring well. There seemed to be more casualties and fatalities on the side of the Red Room, but there were less agents, and they were tiring quickly. Slowly, Ivan Petrovitch's army corralled S.H.I.E.L.D. up, leaving them in a cluster in the center of a roiling mass of vicious dogs and angry looking men and women.

"Not very impressive," Ivan said with a smirk. "I could have taken you years ago! Of course, I had to be sure... why, Director Fury! Things must have been dire if you yourself joined in the battle."

"More like I wanted the satisfaction of wringing your neck myself," Fury said defiantly from amongst his agents.

Petrovitch sighed. "I suppose that will have to wait for another day. Perhaps another life. After all, you seem to be at my mercy."

"That's what they always say," Coulson sighed. "Like I told Loki; it's in your nature to lose."

"Yeah," said a new voice. "That's why I brought backup."
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Jaida

I was certain I was going to die. Alright, I wasn't happy about it - I had trusted Loki, I had given him a chance - but I didn't have a choice. I was completely at his mercy, and as of right now, I could see no way whatsoever to survive this. He wasn't going to let me walk free and alive, I could see it in his eyes. Then, I told him that I had trusted him. His eyes actually widened, the beautiful blue brightening with - were those tears?!

"What now?" I grumbled, slowly scooting away. Hopefully, I could reach my gun. Of course, even when he's in distress, Loki is still smart enough to know when he's being threatened. The small, black gun flew off into the forest. Then Loki grabbed my wrists, pulling me up, looking down at me.

"You trusted me?" he asked. "You truly trusted me?"

"It was obviously misplaced."

Loki hung his head, and I could practically feel my heart breaking. "Obviously. Like me, you trust much too easily. Some might find that a blessing; however, it is truly a curse. I cannot trust just anyone. I cannot allow myself to."

He was a broken man, that much I could see. It had been only a few years, but in that few years, trust more than a thousand years strong had been shattered, leaving Loki a cornered animal, taking every advantage to lash out at anyone. Petrovitch had used that to his own advantage. Someone cornered and broken was a dangerous weapon, and Loki had welcomed the opportunity to try to take down the organization that had stopped each of his revenge attempts.

"Don't trust just anyone, then," I said, taking a leap of faith. "Trust someone. Someone who can trust you back."

I slowly and carefully put my hands on either side of Loki's face, hoping he wouldn't lash out again. Then I pressed my lips to Loki's, and this time, neither of us pulled away until we needed air.