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You were moved to another location and you were so sure that you were with people who you didn't even know, that you weren't with the shield at all, and right now you were placed in a much dirtier damp and dark cell, tap plastered on your lips for questioning your whereabouts.
You were still so terrified about what they would do to you, even though they done probably everything, at first you didn't understand all the tortures, the beatings and the injections, but now, when you realised that they aren't even from the Shield, it makes so much more sense to you, but why?
Why do these people want you, yes, you've done bad things in your life, but why this? You just didn't understand, and that's what annoyed you so much, that's what terrified you so much.
You were now more scared, terrified than ever, you knew now that you weren't with the Shield, but then who were you with.
The people had chained up your hands, and injected all sorts into you to prevent any movement at all, your body was weak and aching with pain and tiredness, as it basically hung on the chains, as you had no mussel left to spare.
You bruised and battered heard hung loose as your blood covered hair fell forward, your eyes barely opening at you could see the exit sign on the door, that was just a few metres from you.
"You look..wonderful." Nick snickered, putting a hand through his half burnt black hair, whilst glaring at you.
You couldn't look at him, literally, you could not force your head to glare up into his eyes, oh but you wanted to, you wanted to kill him, and you didn't know why you couldn't when you had the chance to.
He was ruining your life, he has ruined your life, but you hadn't remembered him firm when you were little, only now.
Then, he grabbed a hand full of your bloodied wet hair and pulled your head up harshly, your eyes barely opening to look at him grin.
"Ya know, it's really rude to not answer back." He smirked with a deadly glare, you could feel his stare, you tried to not get intimidated by it but it was so hard, you felt so vulnerable and you hated it, you felt so weak, and you hated it, you goddam hated it.
With the little strength you had you opened you eyes so you could see only just a blurry image of him and spat, quite literally with the blood that covered your chapped broke lips: " F-fuck you."
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"Prince-"
"I don't want to hear another word of it!" He snapped, anger already boiling up inside him, his hands turned into a tight ball as his back was turned towards Heimdall.
Loki looked out across Asgard, standing outside on the balcony, his dried messy hair blew from the Asgardian wind, his eyes were tired and dry, he had worn the same clothes for days, he hadn't talked to anyone, except his Brother, he was so tired, tired of all the nightmares that woke him up, tired of all the stress and worrying about where you were and how he couldn't do anything about it, about how he knew you were in danger and he couldn't come and save you, hold you.
Heimdall stared at the Prince, not really used to ever seeing him like this, Loki liked to always look perfect in front of the palaces people, he never underdressed- ever, never let his guard down.
The gatekeeper stepped forward again, more silently than last.
"It's about her.." He almost whispered,
"She is in danger, she could die."
Loki froze, his eyes closing for a brief moment, he tuned in his heel quickly, his eyes looking with Heimdalls.
"What do you expect me to do?! I- I cant see her, don't you know that!?" Loki lashed out with anger and worry, his fingers shaking tremendously, as he gritted his teeth.
"I will allow you to enter the Bifrost to Midgard, and allow access to return here, in Asgard." Heimdakl spike clears with a muffled tone, he could always speak calmly in hard times.
Loki almost chocked on his breath, and as soon as he heard that he was off, he pushed passed Heimdall and through his chamber, and across the palace floors, he stormed to the rainbow Bridge, as he exited the palace, he cringed at the sudden bright light that hit his face, the sun gleamed down on him, he took a shaky breath in as he realised he looked how he looked in front of people that didn't even stay at the palace, casual Asgardians eyes widened at the sight of their second in line King to the throne, they instantly bowed or curtsied.
They whispered their thoughts to one another as they would never thing to ever in a million years see the Prince in this state, messy hair, paler skin, tired dark eyes, and stained clothes that were covered in deep creases.
But he didn't care, Loki didn't care, at this moment it was all about you.
The God made it to the rainbow bridge and was already crossing when he could see Heimdall already there, even though Loki left before him.
Loki's stern face didn't move as he stormed across the bridge as quickly as he could, as soon as he stood opposite Heimdall he breathed heavily.
"Give me the details. Now." Loki nearly shouted, he looked out towards where the Bifrost would cast and back at him.
"You have to be calm, you can't have Midgard knowing you are there." He warned the Prince before swinging the great golden sword in the centre.
"Don't cause any chaos to Midgard- again, otherwise i cannot let you back, this is a warning, i suggest you take it." Heimdall growled, his big horned helmet covering the tip of his eyebrows.
Loki only looked towards the Bifröst, his eyes filled with anger and worry as he hoped to find you, and bring you back to Asgard.
