Hellfire

Selfone

Notes:

Hi everyone and welcome back!

So, last chapter Loki visited Steve in the dungeons and had to go back to Thor before the god would discover that he was gone...
Let's continue from there and see how this goes!

Steven Grant Rogers

Steven of Midgard, born and raised in a place called Brooklyn, New York.

The man whose eyes are as fierce as they are warm.

The man who did not shiver or dread when he laid those very eyes on the King of Asgard.

It had taken a total of six Asgardian guards to get him on his knees, and four more to keep him still as Thor had told him that he was going to fight for Asgard, whether he wanted so or not.

Steven had protested, demanding to be sent back to his own city. The poor being did not even know that he was not in his own Realm anymore.

Thor had merely grinned at him. He gave him no explanation, believing he owed him nothing. All the King had told him was that he was going to war for one night only and that, were he to survive, he would be sent back to his home.

The captain appeared to be a clever man, for he had calmed down and quietly excepted his fate. There was determination in his eyes, a burning willpower that he would survive this one battle and that he would be home by the end of the day.

The raven shivered at the cunningness of his brother's plan. With the prospect of freedom, of home, prisoners always tend to work their hardest. Little did they know that they would not stand a chance against the demons that they were about to face. Little did they know that they would be slaughtered and devoured before the sun would rise from the East.

All Steven asked for was his shield which he apparently had come to trust so deeply, and later for the other device that he had called "Selfone". But of course, Thor did not grand him this. The only thing the blond was allowed was to be locked away in the dungeons and to await further instructions from there.

Loki sighed as he let the tip of his fingers gently grasp the shiny metal of the shield. The bright star in the middle radiated pride, the small dents and scratches hardly noticeable underneath the colored circles.

The guards had stored the captain's personal belongings in a vault, and Loki was too curious to just let them be, gathering dust among so many other items that were seized by the order of his older brother.

He turned his attention towards the device that was called Selfone and studied it carefully. It seemed to be made out of dark glass, a black material framing it. The guards said it would illuminate at random so Loki waited, patiently, hoping to see the phenomenon occur.

But as after about half an hour of intense staring nothing had happened, he decided to take the device in hand.

The screen indeed lit up. 'Face Identification failed. Access denied. Please stand still and make sure to look at the screen, Mister Rogers.'

Loki yelped as the device spoke to him and he nearly threw it against the wall. What kind of dark magic was this? Was this being alive? Was it dangerous and should it be locked away deep within the Asgardian dungeons?

The trickster cleared his throat and looked at the screen again. 'State your reasons, Selfone.'

'My name is not Selfone, sir.' The voice stated politely, causing the trickster to flinch nonetheless. 'I am J.A.R.V.I.S.'

'Jarvis...' The raven repeated in a whisper. 'I am Loki, prince of Asgard, son of Odin, brother of Thor. God of lies and mischief.' He felt his heart drumming in his chest. 'Now, Jarvis, you tell me. Why is Steven so fond of you? Why does he call you "Selfone" if that is not your real name? And what is it that you are exactly? Answer me now, or the consequences will be dire!'