Loki and the psychiatrist (completed)

First hour: The trickster god

Cautiously I entered a black padded room with one door, two silver metal chairs one with a notepad and pen sitting neatly on the seat, a table behind my chair with a jug of water, a tall slim glass and a packet of biscuits. The room itself had no one-way mirror, there was only one small camera in the corner facing where Loki will sit.

I sat down in my cold seat after moving the pad and pen and I've waited now for at least 10 minutes. Eventually I hear the sudden sound of the door opening, and in walks one of the Avengers, I resisted temptation of asking for an autograph, I try to sit as lady like as I possibly can but as you know, I haven't been mannered since I was little.

His long red cape swayed behind him as he tugged a second man in the room by his elbows. His wrists were chained in his front instead of behind his back, he had long dark hair and a black leather outfit with splashes of green, I also noticed something else straight away about him, he had a heavy metal muzzle over his mouth like a dog, like he was going to bite me.

Quickly he escorted Loki to the silver chair opposite me, he put pressure on his shoulder to force him down to the seat. When Thor looked at me I could see on his face that he doesn't think this is a good idea, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want some kind of an explanation. He turned to me with sad eyes and in his softest voice he spoke "do your best but please do not push, I wish for no harm to come to you" the words frightened me, how could he hurt me? He's in chains! He can't break them... Can he?

Loki's long legs are spread apart and he rests his elbows on his knees, adjusting his legs to suit the limit he can stretch his arms out because of the cuffs. He lifts his head to face Thor but keeps his eyes down on the ground, carefully Thor removes the muzzle from his mouth, revealing those razor sharp cheek bones... Why did I think that? I can't possibly be even minimally attracted to this murderer I see before me.

Once Thor removed the muzzle, Loki moved his jaw to relieve the ache he was so obviously feeling from the heavy muzzle. With his long fingers he stretched up to his mouth and wiped away some escaped dribble, which I could tell wounded his pride a little. Now Thor is about to leave after shaking my hand, concern stricken on his face, which he should not have let Loki see, because when he did Loki's beaten expression lifted. Now it is just me and Loki as Thor leaves and I can hear the bolts on the door being locked and a distinctive electrical buzzing sound.

He stares at me, I told myself that I wouldn't be intimidated by him, but his soulless gaze chills my spine, there's something cold about him, I can see that coldness has always been there, but by his eyes I can see that he wasn't always like this. A murderer I mean, a bad person. I start with introductions, people like it when you do that "my names Lila, do you know why we're here?"

"To try and force me to tell you how horrible childhood was, when do we blame the parents?" He said sarcastically.

"Now you know that's not true" I make my voice calm to stand my ground, but he only seems to pick up what he can react to. I can see him opposite me, eyeing me from top to bottom, I can see he's pleased with what he sees as a smirk paints his lips, I regret choosing this skirt now.

"True? Hm! You're not being completely honest either. Lila just doesn't... Suit you, wouldn't you agree" as expected he wants to know more about me than talk about himself, but honestly I hadn't expected him to come out with that. Only S.H.I.E.L.D knows who I was and my family, you know if I were to perhaps tell him my name he may open up to me... No I shouldn't.

"Laura, my first name was Laura" damn it! Why did I tell him that?!

He looks at me again, his expression serious, like he is concentrating "the humans give a rather pathetic vibe... But you, you're different aren't you?" He's turning the session back on me, trying to manipulate me, his tone is soft and silky, like he's trying to charm me.

I swallow hard, is he some kind of frickin mind reader? "How so?"

He smirks playfully and sits back in his chair, his legs still spread apart "why don't you show me and I will give you what you need"

I look at him suspiciously "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way"

He leans forward and looks me dead in the eyes "make it work that way!" His voice was like gristle, he means to sound threatening and frankly it's working.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I concentrate hard, I can feel him watching me as I strain my brain trying to make it work, but I haven't used it in so long I have to remember how to do what I want to do. He continues to stare at me and I can feel the holes burning into my head from his stares, I let go of a breath and when I open my eyes, my hair grows a few inches and changes colour, he continues to look at me but now it's with a slight admiration.

Now that I have re learnt how to use my forgotten powers, which was my fatal 'injury', I stare at him, wanting to try something else, in one minute of concentrating I change into what I think a female version of him would look like, impressed he sits back again smiling. Now that I have his attention I turn back to myself and smile at him "now about you"

"Oh no but I like this"

"That wasn't the deal"

"I said I would give you what you need, and I have, the need to set yourself free" he leans forward again smiling mischievously, laughing to himself.

"I suppose that's why they call you the trickster god" he is ever so pleased with himself as he chuckles to himself, he thinks he's got to me, he thinks he can reveal all my secrets and break me, but it won't, I've been here before, I've done this before and now he's swimming in dangerous waters. It's become clear that I need to aggravate him to get what I want.