The Dark Assassin | Thor: The Dark World [2]

Chapter 5

"Why you?" I paused at the question. Ever since my history lesson two days ago, he hadn't said a word. I was beginning to hope that he was going to leave me alone. Sadly, that dream was swiftly shattered.

"What?" I asked, not sure I had heard the question right.

"Why you?" He repeated, his hands tucked behind him as he looked through the forcefield at me.

"I don't understand," he sighed, rolling his eyes before explaining.

"Why, out of all the people in the nine realms, did they pick you?" He asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it was my disgusting heritage," I said, mimicking his voice.

"I don't sound like that," he said, appalled.

"Yeah, you do,"

"I don't sound like that," he insisted, sounding a little angry. One of the things I had picked up on was that he had quite the quick temper.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I shrugged.

"Why do you have your hair like that?" I was miffed. Out of all the things to talk about, he wants to talk about my hair? I wonder what goes on in that head of his.

"Why not? I don't ask why you have your hair slicked back with its own grease," I snapped.

"It's not greasy," he denied, and I rolled my eyes. This guy just couldn't handle the truth. Well, that does make sense. He is the God of Lies after all. No wonder he doesn't like the truth. I can be pretty dim sometimes. This was one of them.

"Hey! Pipe down! Lights went out ten minutes ago!" One of the new developments, besides showers, was having a curfew, when we were supposed to go to sleep and not make any conversation. Obviously, Loki was not a huge fan of this.

"We're not children," was his reason. Personally, I didn't mind. But, he was a fan of breaking the rules, therefore he kept me up all night with questions I refused to answer.

Another new development was that the prisoners got beds. They weren't great, just a thin mattress with a pillow and a blanket. But it was a lot better than sleeping on the cold, hard, floor and was magic compared to the rock-hard mattress and paper-thin sheets I was given in Harudheen.

I crossed over to my bed, lying down on it and pulling the blanket over me. I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep. But, it was nowhere near pleasant. Vicious words swirling around my head while I watched the light fade from people's eyes, one of my knives stuck in their chests. And the sound of those people begging for their lives, begging for mercy, right before I killed them.

My eyes shot open, the soft yellow glow of the forcefields greeting me. Snores filled the air, coming from the surrounding annoyances. I sighed softly, sitting up and resting my hands on the bed next to me. "Can't sleep?" I jumped slightly, not having realized Loki was up too.

"Not really," I admitted, staring at the wall across from me.

"Nightmares?"

"Flashbacks," I corrected.

"What are you doing up? Nightmares?" I asked.

"Flashbacks," He mimicked. There was a pause as he seemed to think about what to see next.

"What did you see?" He asked, and I leaned over, resting my elbows on my knees and intertwining my fingers.

"You don't want to know," I said, still not looking at him.

"I may not know your demons, but I'm still trying to forget the ones I met too," He said softly. In a way, he sounded lost. Broken. It wasn't the same curious and arrogant man that normally resided in that cell. It was a lost and broken man trying to find his way.

"I saw...the light fade from people's eyes as I killed them and heard them beg for mercy, while my trainer called me weak and useless," I admitted.

"I...don't remember much. Just a searing pain and a cold voice telling me I would amount to nothing," He admitted.

I chuckled softly, and he must've heard it. "Why are you laughing?" He asked.

"For one, that was a chuckle. And...we're not as different as I thought,"

"We're not?" Again, for all his genius, he was an absolute idiot.

"We're two lost and broken people trying to find a way in life and avoid our demons,"

a/n This is the stepping stone, I feel like, between the two having a strained relationship and getting along. Also, I was wrong in the last a/n, 62 years on Earth is one year on Asgard, not the other way around like I had said.