To Be A Weapon (Loki X Reader)

Chapter 9

You stay silent as the group of heroes wait for your reply, but you're too busy listening to the two sides of your conscious argue; the angel and devil on your shoulders, so to speak.

"It would be best if you told them truth. You cannot stay in hiding forever after all. Eventually, you must leave the shadows that you have hidden yourself in and face the real world," suggests your angel.

"No! They'll just think you're crazy! Don't tell them anything!" the devilish side of you argues.

"You will have to tell them sooner or later! It's best to get this overwith! Tell them everything you remember about your past!" the angel calmly persuades you.

"But I don't remember anything about my past!" you mentally state to the voices inside your head.

"Then tell them about your dreams! Your dreams! You know they could be flashbacks of your past, right?" the angel says.

"Of course I know that, but I can't learn about my past from just dreams! What if they're not flashbacks? What if they're just dreams?" you question.

"See? That's just it. You don't know. So why should you tell them if you don't for certain?!" the devil-you reasons.

Loki's P.O.V.:

This woman is very strange. (Y/n) has clearly blocked herself from the outside world and become absorbed in her thoughts. She is wasting my time.

No matter. For one with possessing such astounding abilities, she is weak. It's pitiful and quite ironic.

It pains me to see such extraordinary powers wasted on such an insignificant female. Such wasted potential. She does not even know how to properly use her powers. Pathetic.

Her appearance is perfectly wretched. Her long (h/c) hair is tangled and filthy. Such dreggy skin and she is so meager. Is she not even aware of her appearance? She might as well be a guttersnipe.

I almost wish I was back in my cell in Asgard. Being forced to work with these imbeciles who destroyed my plans and having to live on the planet that should've been mine is a beastly punishment. I'd prefer spending eternity in a cell. At least there I'd find peace and quiet.

I do not see the point of bringing her here. She's completely useless. She will only become another nuisance, another undesired interaction.

Perhaps there is a way to turn this unfortunate situation to my advantage.

If I could train her in secrecy, she may learn to use her abilities properly. Then I will use her and finally escape this contemptible tower and leave these pitiful mortals, and my oaf of a brother.

All I have to do is gain this woman's trust, which should not be too difficult. I am a Silvertongue after all.

I smirk to myself. This is going to be sooo much fun.

Reader's P.O.V.:

Loki said he's basically a living lie-detector! He'll know I'm lying the minute the words come out of my mouth! you think to yourself.
Then don't tell them at all! They can't force me to tell them anything!
Well, now that I think about it... Technically, they can. They could torture me, scream at me, starve me, use something to make me tell them, beat me up- Okay! Okay! I need to stop thinking about that kind of stuff!
Well, I could always just escape. I can control and create fire, water and electricity! But my powers only work when I'm in danger...
Then maybe while I'm stuck here, I can practice until I can use my powers with ease!
But won't they notice? Ugh. Dammit!
Wait! I've got it! I can practice when they're asleep! I'll just use my jacket to cover the lenses of the security camera!
That just might work. Alright then! I guess I have a plan!

You are so lost in your thoughts you don't notice Tony is waving his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention.

"Hellooooo?" Tony lightly taps your forehead. "Lady? You home?"

Annoyed, you push him away and give him a glare. "Do not touch me again."

"Alright. Geez. You're crazier than I thought you were; completely spacing out like that," Tony says.

"Now, are you going to tell us who you are or not?" Natasha crosses her arms in front of her chest, looking impatient.

Remembering your plan, you say, "I don't have to tell you anything. I have no intention of sharing anything about myself with you."

"Do you really have to be so difficult?" Clint sighs.

"We can't let you go unless you tell us about yourself, ma'am," Steve says.

"Then I guess you're stuck with me," you sigh.