Hidden Love [LOKI LAUFEYSON] ✔

chapter thirteen

I don't know how long I've been on Jotunheim for. I know it hasn't been that long, maybe two weeks at most. But there aren't distinct day and nights here, so it's hard to count the passage of time.

However long it's been, it's long enough for me to wish I couldn't heal myself. I wish I could turn it off, I don't want to heal anymore. I want this to be over.

They've tortured me with water, they've burned me with fire, injected numerous drugs into my veins and have messed with my mind. And I don't even know what to call them.

Sure, they're ex hydra agents. But they don't serve Laufey for the same purposes. They serve Laufey because they're weak minded scum who can't do anything unless they're carrying out orders for someone more powerful than themselves. All the strong ones were taken down with the rest of hydra when it fell. Only the pathetic ones who never ranked up enough to be cared about are left.

I'm mulling this over when the doors burst open and two agents roughly grab my arms. I panic, not having expected them this soon. If my calculations are correct I should have had around one more hour before they take me again, and try to torture me into giving in to Laufey's wishes. They can break me physically, but they can not break me enough to do that.

"Where are we going?" I gasp out, twisting my arms in their hold but I'm too weak to break out.

"Somewhere they can't find you." Is the response I'm given.

I try to wrack my mind for what they could mean, until it hits me. My dad must be close to finding me. He must have figured out I'm at the most obvious location, Jotunheim, and somehow they're going to get me.

I'm dragged outside quickly, towards another makeshift house further into a cave. The Jotuns aren't used to having to accommodate to beings who usually need warmth, one of the cons of working with humans.

Why were they bringing me into a cave? I questioned myself, and then it hit me. I didn't know much about the Bifrost, but it must be harder to use it when you're inside something, especially if it's been warded perhaps, if possible. And I knew one thing for sure. The Frost Giants could shield themselves from Heimdall's sight, but they could not shield all of Jotunheim. I knew what I had to do.

As the agents dragged me along, my bare feet getting cut up on the jagged ground, I planted my heels, trying not to cry out as I felt it slice the bottoms of my feet open.

"Get moving." The man growled into my ear.

I reared my head backwards into the agent's nose, and when he let go of my arm I used that to sock the other one in the gut. I wriggled my arm free from his loosening hold, and backed up.

"Stay back," I snarled, as they hurried towards me.

The agents did not heed my warning and ran at me. I used my last ounces of strength to thicken the ice around their moving feet until they were weighed down in blocks, unable to move unless they chipped it away.

When I was sure they were stuck I looked over my shoulder, and started running as fast as I could.

I choked out a strangled sob as I saw Jotuns materializing out of almost no where, and hurried my feet even faster, hoping I was correct about Heimdall being able to see me.