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❝ If chaos is 

a work of art, 

then my heart 

is a masterpiece. ❞

~d. antoinette foy

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She had left quickly the night before.

How could I have been so selfish?

The psych eval would be thrown out if it even seemed like she was becoming emotionally attached to the patient. Everything in that room was recorded, and that hug would look bad. Simply the thought of it made her stomach erupt into butterflies, but she shoved them down. Not today. She had been plagued with nightmares all night, and was in a stormy mood.

She made her way to the security room, chatting idly with the guards once she was inside. She split her mind in two and searched for the most recent tape. Once she found it she corrupted a section of the feed and some others at random, for good measure. She even implanted memories of the corruptions happening every once in a while, blaming it on faulty machinery. She had some good laughs with her securities employees and made a mental note to visit them more often.

Nick was already in her office when she got there, and her eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

"Fury, you're early." He draped his arm over the side of the couch.

"Well, what did you find?" She rolled her eyes.

"Good morning to you too," she mumbled, sitting down across from him. "I found that he is guilty of New York, but we all knew that anyways. We dissected his childhood, talked about his dead mother, and determined that he's striving to be more like her. He's struggling against his nature of being a god of mischief, and is attempting to learn peace as opposed to chaos. Since chaos is of his nature we must take his word that he's on the side of peace. We can't hold a person just for being who they are. Each of his claims of helping Thor protect Midgard and all of the Nine Realms against mass destruction by the hands of the Dark Elves are true." 

She drew in a deep breath before continuing. "Therefore, his contract is fulfilled, his debt paid, and though his past was rocky he shows no signs of threat therefore we cannot keep him." Fury nodded.

"Alright, I'll call Thor." He stood to walk out the door. "Meet you in lockup."

She took a second to look herself over in the mirror before heading down. She still had bedhead from her less than satisfactory sleep, but other than that she looked perfectly ordinary.

She'd forced Fury into making some changes to S.H.I.E.L.D's standard issue tactical gear and uniform for the female agents. They were all supposed to arrive today, and she expected to be in their good books for a while. Women tend to get overlooked in organizations run by men, so she took it upon herself to make some adjustments, ensuring that the uniform actually fit properly and looked good. She was wearing the new issue and was content with the changes. The black cargo pants sat comfortably around her waist, and the black tank was soft, snug, and comfortable. She twisted her hair into a messy braid before her rendezvous with the others.

She peeked her head into the dark room. Nobody was there yet, but Loki was waiting expectantly.

"Good morning mutant," his voice had a smile in it, even if it wasn't entirely visible on his face.

"Mornin' Asgardian." She did smile, wandering over to his cell to lean against the cold glass exterior. "Happy to be leaving?"

"Happy to gain my freedom? Yes, most definitely. Happy to leave? Not quite so. A part of me seems to long to stay." She met his gaze, sadness evident in his eyes. It took every muscle in her body to stop herself from reading each of his thoughts right then and there. She'd promised not to without his explicit permission. It was more difficult than she thought. "Did you sleep much last night?" She shook her head.

"No, no I didn't. I was expecting a shipment early this morning, so I didn't bother going home," she yawned widely, as if on cue. "Just stayed on the couch." Amusement twinkled in his green eyes.

"Do you do this often?" She shrugged.

"More often than I care to admit." She lowered her gaze, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I guess I just don't have anything to go home to."

Before he could respond, the door clanged open, Nick and Thor striding over to them. Fury gestured for the cell to be opened and she stepped away as it did. The God of Mischief stood next to his brother, across from Nick and Asta.

"Back to Asgard for the both of you?" Fury asked, not masking that his desire to know Loki's whereabouts. Thor nodded.

"We have some things to speak with my father about. Asgard has been through much lately, and I am unsure of how long we will be gone for." Fury nodded, appeased.

"Get out of here." They watched as the two gods walked away from them. 

Loki glanced back at her before they disappeared from view, committing her looks to memory. He was truly reluctant to leave. As happy as he was to be free, he couldn't recall the last time he'd really enjoyed spending time with another person besides his mother.

Frigga would have loved her.

Maybe it was time for a change of scenery.

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