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Your head drooped down into the odd uncomfortable chair you were sat in, it was cold and solid, the metal dig into your wrists at the end as they hung off the side.
The liquid that Nick had injected into you made you feel wheezy and dizzy, even though you were sitting down, it made your vision cross together and blur in colours.
You blinked harshly as your eyes began to sting, Nicks laughter rubbed in your ear.
"Looks like it hurts." He faked a pout, he walked closer to you tutting slightly.
You saw his ankles through the face of your chair as your body was turned downwards, you saw his knees bend as Nick crouched down to your face, eyes filled with hate you looked at him carefully, trying to be the last to look away.
You saw every detail on his face, the burn the redness the brokenness that you caused, half of his face was burnt, along with his hair.
He bit his lip with a giggle, then stood back up with a long sigh of laughter.
"I gotta say, you do crack me up!" He smirked wiping his hand through part of his hair.
"Goodnight Doll, sleep dreams." He hummed as he shut the lights up, flicking the switch with his finger.
The bright light flickered off and you were left in darkness, the sound of the steel door shutting and locking behind you made the last bit of hope collapse in on itself..
You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream at everything that had happened to you, you hated it, you regretted everything, even though your heart was broken from the last night in Asgard, you still regret leaving.
You do admit it, you miss him, you missed Loki so much, you missed the warmth, you missed his voice, his eyes, his humor...you missed Asgard.
You missed feeling safe.
But now, you hung your head in the darkness, the feeling of pain spread through your body keeping you awake was miserable, the fiery feeling in your palms died down, and you felt weak, you felt your body shut down and your eyes close...
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"David!" A name called out to Loki's camouflaged figure, the man that he had shifted into.
Nick jogged towards him and griped his shoulder to turn him around, Loki glared at Nick but then stepped back.
"David i told you to go home!" Nick huffed scratching his head as he returned a glare.
Loki though of something quick, averting his eyes around the room quickly.
It was dirty and dark, not professional as he thought the " SHIELD" would be, no technology, just books and paper pinned the peeling walls, a blue bucket sat on the floor collecting the dripping water that slipped from the walls, it was highly unprofessional and Loki worries that this is not actually the SHEILD that brought you here...
