Captured, Tortured, Lost

Chapter 3 - Re-united

The fight hadn't lasted long. Obviously the guards weren't very experienced when it came to dealing with troublesome prisoners. I had knocked the first guard out with the slightest of ease and I merely needed to unbalance the first one before he tumbled over, hitting his head on the cold, hard floor.

I smiled at my handiwork and strolled through the endless corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. I was going to find Loki. I was going to free Loki. We were going to wreak havoc in Midgard together. Together. Loki and I would be together again. Finally... we would be re-united.

There were many twists and turns but, being me, I had a good sense of direction and guessed that he would be as far away from my cell as was humanly possible.

I swerved nonchalantly around another corner, thankful that I hadn't yet met a guard or even Director Fury himself...

Another few more sparkling clean corridors and I reached a large spacious room, mostly made of metal, holding a huge glass pod in the centre of it.

A tall, black-clad, figure stood to one side of it, staring intently at the security camera there. It was Loki.

My heart leapt. Looking at him again made me forget completely what I was going to say to him. He had some sort of hold over me; he did something to me, and I didn't know what. All I knew was that I loved him.

Loki didn't notice me, he was too engrossed in his camera-staring. I took my oppurtunity to exaimne him and drink in every detail: He was tall, as I remembered, if not taller; he wore his traditional Asgardian armour and colours; his hands rested by his side, thin, slender fingers occasionally brushing the black leather. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered what those ever-so-deft fingers could do..

Unfortunately, because of the angle at which he stood, I could see his face.

I stepped toward a control panel at the side of the room, eyeing up the buttons, deciding which one I wanted to press.

I picked one that looked a bit like it opened door and pressed it enthusiastically. The two transparent doors to Loki's "cell" slid open silently; I almost didn't hear them.

Thankfully, he didn't either. He stood there, engrossed in the camera. I smiled and stepped forward, careful not to let my shoes sound on the polished floor. Being one of the only people that could sneak up on Loki was very helpful at this point. I didn't want him knowing that I was there until I introduced myself. Dear God, what am I going to say?

All thoughts about what I had rehearsed in the corridors were immediately obliterated from my mind and I couldn't remember any of the witty jokes or casual lines I'd thought up.

"Hello, handsome." I settled on an alliterative, cheeky phrase, but as soon as I said it, I felt stupid. Loki didn't seem to think so as he pivoted round, a large grin on his face. "Long time, no see." I smiled with him, taking my weight off the frame and taking the tiniest of steps towards him.

"Indeed." He matched me, moving towards me. "How did you get out of your cell, Sigyn?" A shiver went down my spine as he said my name. To my dismay, Loki noticed, a small smile playing at his lips.

Those beautiful lips. I examined his face: that beautiful, pale skin makde his faded-red lips stand out; his deep blue eyes flashed green and then back again; his hair was an ink-black and was longer than before and flicked up at the ends. It was still combed into the nape of his neck though, as I had remembered it.

He took another step, larger than the last and I followed suit. We were now less than a metre away. He looked at me, expecting an answer.

"The usual way, of course." Loki knew that this meant using complete, brute force and chuckled.