a cold god finds his warm hart (a avengers/Loki love story) [COMPLETED!!!!]

chapter 26

I hung my head and let my hair cover my face as I was being shoved into a police car.  The officers had taken my phone and house keys and S.H.I.E.L.D had replaced my stainless steel handcuffs with some weird anti-power cuffs that had been chained to a metal muzzle they had shoved onto my mouth. They certaintly weren't taking any chances and I honostly don't think the muzzle was necessary. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the cold window.

"Aceleve, did you need something?"  Loki finally cheened to me. But, I could barely hear him, it was like he was whispering through a door.

"um yea, like a long time ago" I told him sarcastically. I cringed as a hot pain rushed to my head, I think it's the alien cuffs.

"what did you need?" he asked, almost absently.

"where were you when I asked for help?" I snapped.

"I was in a war meeting with Roy and my other commanders"

"oh well good for you, while you were playing strategy I was being arrested, and now I'm getting sent to the S.H.I.E.L.D prison"

"dammit Aceleve, I told you going to midguard was a to risky and stupid idea but did you listen? obviously not" Loki said, obviously irritated.

"oh shut up" I told him. I sqeezed my eyes when another hot flash ran through my head.

"get out when you can" he told me. I groaned and leaned my head against the glass. Apparently I had severly pissed off Loki because he was really short and actually kinda mean. I shook off his rude comment and stared out the window, trying to figure out where I am. I looked at my reflection in the glass and noticed how sort of homeless I look I mean, my hair was greasy and stringy, my eyes had dark bags under them and the way I hung my head against the glass and the metal muzzle on my mouth made me look pissed off and dangerous, what has Loki done to me?

"Ms.Hart?" the officer said timidly in the passenger seat. I turned my eyes and glared at him and I smiled as his hands trembled in his lap from fear.

"we'll be arriving at the S.H.I.E.L.D Tarmac in a few minutes, then you'll be interviewed, so don't-don't try anything" he stuttered. The officer was new, he'd obviously never worked with a class A criminal as I was now called. I sighed and looked at my handcuffs. They were hard steel metal that wrapped way to tightly around my wrist bones and attached to the little chain in between the cuffs was a long chain that traveled up and connected to the muzzle at my mout stopping just below my nose. Thankfully I didn't have cuffs on my ankles because I can barely walk straight to begin with and making my stride smaller will only make me clumsier.

"ok, we need to take a boat to the Tarmac which is resting in the water right now, we'll be at the boat doc in about five minutes" the chauffeur told me. I rolled my eyes and continued to stare out the window, why do they keep telling me these things? I'm going with them anyway if they keep these cuffs on me. After a few minutes of silence I felt the car be put into park and the engine turn off with a final shake. The chauffeur came around to my side and opened the door for me. I climbed out of the car as gracefully as I could and followed the scared police officer to the wooden boat deck and carefully climbed into the motor boat and sat down on one of the plush white chairs. No one spoke to me as the chauffeur started the boat and drove away from the shore. I stared out in front of me as the boat picked up speed and the wind pushed my hair back behind me in a flurry of tangles. I looked around and saw literally nothing but blue waves and the beachy shore to the left. I took a deep breath through my nose and closed my eyes in comfort. The fresh sea-salt smell made my heart skip a beat and with my eyes closed I felt the ocean spray cooling my face. I heard someone laugh and I opened my eyes and turned to my right to glare at the scared police officer who isn't so afraid anymore.