One Wrong Turn (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Rebecca's head lolled back and forth, her mind feeling like mush as she sensed herself being carried in someone's arms through the darkened corridor. Her eyes, unable to stay open, struggled to focus on her surroundings as they passed her. Darkened corridors, locked doors, glowing pieces of machinery, people in white coats all passed her as she slipped in and out of consciousness. Her breath came in short gasps, her body aching, feeling like it'd been dragged over broken glass. The last thing she remembered was watching darkness fill all around her, hearing a devilish voice inside her ear, dragging her down into this helpless state. She briefly remembered travelling in the back of a vehicle, hearing hushed tones whispering, but whenever she regained consciousness, that voice would be back again, whispering into her ear, virtually draining the breath from her.

Curious to see who was carrying her, she tried to lift herself up, focusing her eyes on the blurry form holding her. She could make out his young features, his short hair, and his unblinking blue eyes, fixed straight ahead. It was Barton who was carrying her then, she thought. But where was Loki? Blinded by a sudden blue flash, she turned to look ahead in the direction of the light. Then she saw him, several paces ahead, standing beside a brightly glowing blue cube, speaking in a concerned tone with the scientists stood around him, all with the same blue eyes. One of them, older looking in a scruffy shirt, looked over at me as we approached. "Why have you brought her here?", he asked blankly at Barton. "She will only get in the way. Get rid of her". "No!", Loki snapped at him, his eyes bursting with rage. Glaring at him, he spoke coolly, "She stays here. Now, get on with your work Selvig before I get rid of you".

Loki turned away from them, and walked towards Hawkeye, looking down and placing his cold hand down onto Rebecca's forehead. She moaned, her eyes closing again, her body starting to shake a little with cold. He frowned, his eyes filled with concern. "It seems you went a bit too far sir. She seems to be taking to it quite badly", he said. "Do you want me to pass her onto one of the medics to look after her?". "No", Loki answered, perhaps a bit too quickly. "I'll see to her. Pass her to me. Go and secure the entrance". Hawkeye handed her over to him, before turning and leaving with some SHIELD agents that had been walking either side of him. Cradling her against his chest, he carried her over to the side of the large underground bunker where they were hiding, and gently placed her down in the corner. "Where am I?", she asked weakly, opening her eyes and looking into his, her face mixed with confusion and pain. "Somewhere no one will find us", he replied, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Stay here, and don't ask questions. I will deal with you later". With that, he stood up and left her, walking back over to the scientists dressed in white coats.

She tried to call out after him but didn't have the energy to. She slumped back against the wall and looked around her. Whatever that strange blue thing was, it needed an awful lot of machinery. The walls of the place were lined with strange machines, pipelines and computers, all throwing off different noises and flashing signals at the scientists that attended on them. Her head throbbed, and she felt very cold. From here in the corner she could see Loki pacing around the cube in the centre of the room, as scientists worked around him. She noticed something different about him now; his eyes were a mixed blue/green colour, not the strong vivid coloured green they were before. She was puzzled, so steadily got to her feet, and edged closer. She leaned against the tall machine that stood next to her, trying to see more clearly what the scientists we all working on. The glowing blue cube looked like it was pure electricity, occasionally sending out little waves of power. It was almost hypnotic, looking at it. She could feel as if it was drawing her in, making her want to reach out and touch it.

A hand grabbed Rebecca's hair from behind, pulling her backwards, spinning her around so her head hit the wall. She immediately fell to the floor and cried out in pain, clutching at her head. The hand then grabbed at her hair again, pulling up her face. She cried out in terror as she felt herself being lifted up again. Through her tear-filled eyes she looked at her attacker. It was Barton. Panicking, she kicked out at him with all her strength, crying out for him to let go, but all this gained her was an emotionless stare. She frantically looked around, hoping someone would come to her aid, but they were all busily engaged in their work, not aware of someone being attacked meters away from them. "What are you doing spying on our work?", he asked challengingly. Rebecca didn't know what to say, she was too scared to reply. "I'm not spying", she spluttered. "I'm sorry, I just ...". Before she could finish her sentence, Barton had brought his fist down across her face, dropping her to the ground. She screamed out in agony, frantically trying to get away from him, crawling away. He reached down again, this time grabbing her round the throat, bringing her up to standing. She clawed at his arm, begging him through chocked breath to let her go. He brought up his fist again, ready to strike down at her.

"Stop!", Loki screamed at Barton, rushing up behind him. Everyone else around also stopped what they were doing, and turned to look. "Put her down now!", he commanded, his eyes green filled with rage. Barton dropped her immediately, and she fell down onto the concrete floor, gulping in air, crying. "I told you to secure the entrance", Loki roared at Barton, standing face to face with him, his nostrils flaring. "Sorry sir, but she was spying on our work", he answered plainly. "I don't care. She is mortal. She cannot threaten our plan. Now get back to work, all of you", Loki commanded. Like puppets on strings, the scientists immediately withdrew and continued with their work. Barton glanced down at the quivering Rebecca, before he too withdrew, walking off and out of sight. Checking he wasn't being watched, Loki swiftly dropped down onto his knees beside Rebecca. "Are you alright?", Loki asked, gently putting an arm around her, helping her to sit up. "No", she whispered weakly between sobs, collapsing into his chest, her body shaking. "I'm so sorry about what happened then. I had no control over him", he said quietly, looking down at her. "He won't do it again. I swear".

She looked up at him; her eyes filled with tears, she pleaded, "I don't believe you. Please, just let me go. I'm no threat you said that yourself". Loki couldn't help but feel sorry for her. After all, she didn't know what their plan was, but she still had his ring, and he wasn't prepared to let it fall into the wrong hands. Leaning closer to her, speaking in a soft hushed tone, he said in her ear, "There are two items of great value and power in this room. One is my Tesseract", indicating towards the glowing blue cube, "The other in your possession". He looked down at her sternly, "Do you understand?", he asked. "Yes", she answered weakly, nodding slowly, trying to rack her brain to try and remember where she had put his ring. "I'm sorry, but I can't think, I don't know ...". She tailed off, looking pleadingly into his eyes, her eyes filling with fresh tears. "The power of the Tesseract will allow me to have an army. Your world will kneel before me, with me as your king. There is no one who can stop me, and no one coming to save you", he said darkly to her, wiping away the small trickle of blood from under her nose. "Please, help me", she pleaded. Loki didn't answer, getting up from beside her, turning to leave. "Please", she begged at him, causing him to look back down at her. She could see the torn conflict in his eyes, thoughts flickering across his mind. "Not yet", he whispered softly to her, turning back and walking off. "Guard her", she heard him shout walking off towards two SHIELD agents, who came and stood near to her, essentially trapping her in the corner. Overwhelmed in pain, fear and tiredness, she collapsed into an unsettled sleep

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