I didn't sleep last night. How could I? My dad is actually letting me do something. At 4 am I finally get up and start coffee in my red coffee pot. I live on my own in a condo paid for by S.H.I.E.L.D. I wasn't supposed to be here much since I work for shield and should be moving around and traveling. I am not, however. As far as my dad is concerned I will stay within 10 min of S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters at all times and will not come in contact with any boys mildly interested in me till I'm 40. I sigh as I realize the coffee is ready and pour myself a cup with some peppermint mocha creamer. I walk past my record player and starts whatever vinyl is in there, Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance starts playing and I walk into my room to get changed. Black skinny jeans, an Of Mice and Men band tee-shirt, and my leather jacket over it, zipped down just low enough to make my dad worry about the males. I usually work out in the morning but going on a run sounds like the last thing I want to do right now. Sighing, I go to turn on the TV then stop myself. I have no interest in the destruction and talk of aliens on the news right now. Guess I'll be going into work early then. I slip on my fingerless gloves, put my gun in the holster at my thigh, grab the keys to my '67 Chevy impala, and head out the door. Once I reach shield I have no problem as I walk by the guards. Lots of people here know me. And not because of my dad. He wanted to keep me secret, keep me safe, but I have stirred up just enough trouble to get known. I get to the top floor and approach the doors to Loki's prison. Almost there I swipe my key card, holding my breath, afraid it won't work. Afraid I dreamed the whole thing... The doors open
Awesome
Brilliant
Fantastic.
I walk into the room, same as yesterday with Gryffin at the control, except this time he seems to have left his dirty reading material in his quarters. I am unable to sneak up on him, as he looks up right when I open the door.
"Hey, Gryff." I have no idea how to respond to the cold, yet aroused look he's giving me, so I inspect him instead. He's pretty tall, nowhere near Loki's height. His hair is fairly dark, maybe Porta Rican? He has a pretty nice welt on his jaw, thanks to me, "Sorry about your jaw," not sorry at all, "I got a bit carried away."
He rolls his eyes and turns to the control, "I suppose you know what all these do then."
"Uh, yeah. I got the gist of it."
"Okay then, I'm going to leave you two and join the sane people of this world. Have fun you two." He goes to leaves and stops next to me, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "They're always watching." He looks up at the camera in the room. His breathe smells like cinnamon and I don't think I will ever be able to smell anything cinnamon again. He straightens himself and walks toward the door, spanking my ass as he leaves. "You look nice today, Anne." And he leaves.
He called me by my middle name.
Weird.
He's lucky I didn't break his arm there and then.
Sighing I turn off the audio coming from the glass prison so that no one can here if they walk in. I then walk to the cage, feeling Loki's eyes on me the whole time until I reach the glass and teleport in.
"Good Morning." I greet Loki crossing my arms and inspecting him as I lean against the glass wall.
"How do you do that?" He asks immediately. He is literally the same as yesterday, standing in the same place, smelling the same way like musk an undertone of.... Lavender?
"How do I do what?"
"Get in here, get in my head or try to anyway. Whatever else it is you do. Midgardians don't just have those abilities."
"Well, I'm not just any Midgardian." I begin to walk the perimeter of the cell, "I am however your new roommate for the time being."
"Why?" He asked, maybe disgusted, definitely interested.
"Because I asked."
He raises an eyebrow at me.
"I asked reaaaaaaly nicely"
"I still don't understand..."
"No one ever does," I sigh an lay down on the floor of his cell.
I can feel Loki staring at me, trying to figure me out. I doubt he will have much luck.
"So." I start, "You wrecked up New York pretty good."
"Yes...?" he steps closer, probably wondering were I am going with this.
"Why?" I whisper quietly.
The room stays silent for a moment, "Excuse me?"
"Why, Loki? Why did you do it? Why kill all those people you wanted to- to what? Rule? Enslave? You're smart. You wouldn't obliterated a whole race that had a potential to be useful to you."
Loki sighs heavily and I here him sit back against the wall, contemplating his next "It's... Complicated." I tense and I think he feels it. "It's not something I like to talk about." I grimace, but he continues, almost too quietly for me to hear, "but I can show you."
I sit up and stare at him surprised by his answer. "Everyone said you wouldn't speak a word about it."
"Well, now I am." he says.
Because my own mind is killing me, he doesn't say. But I know.
Because so is mine.
"And I can always kill you where you stand if I need too," he adds nonchalantly.
"Lovely," I mutter.
He gets up and I follow him, having to tilt my head up considerably to look at his face.
"Relax," He whispers.
His hands come up to the side of my face and I flinch slightly. No one touches me.
His hands come up to cup the sides of my face and I close my eyes.
