Who are you? (A Loki Love Story)

Chapter Three - Wishing for Escape

After looking for only a second, he grabbed the sleeve of my shirt and dragged me over to the window, even though my arms were still being held by Barton. "How did you do this?!" he hissed, only inches from my face.
        "Say it, don't spray it." I mumbled under my breath. His face showed his emotions fully, he was mostly furious, but in his eyes I could see a little curiosity, but then it disappeared, anger taking over his eyes.
        "Answer me, you mewling quim, or I will find everything that makes you happy in your pathetic life and destroy it!" His out burst startled me and I tried to take a step back, only to be reminded of Barton. 
        "The bar was weak, so I moved it until the end started to become loose." I said quickly, knowing my answer was the worst lie ever told. He could clearly see that the end of the bar was melted, but I wasn't going to tell him anything.

          "Lies." He whispered, and I saw the utter hate in his eyes. Hate, I realized, that he couldn't get anything he wanted out of me. He turned to Barton and motioned to him again. I was dragged over to the bed and watched as he easily overcame my struggles and handcuffed me to the end of the bed, pulling the cuffs around the end bar and snapping both my wrists in.

        "Really? Is this absolutely necessary? Its not like I can leave the room." All he did was get a smirk on his face and looked at Barton, signaling him to stand next to the door.
        "You will struggle and a commotion does not need to be made." he said simply, his voice flat. Then I felt it, a gentle presence in my head, poking and prodding at my thoughts. The second I realized that he was in my head, I shut my eyes and imagined walls around my thoughts and memories. "Impressive," he paused and smirked, "for a pathetic mortal, at least." Then I felt him stabbing at the walls with his mind, trying to break them down.
        Pain shot through my head like a bullet, making me let out a sharp cry before I shut my mouth, not wanting to make a sound. He repeated the process a few more times, until I knew I would not be able to hold them up much longer. My brain resorted to  a defensive mode, and I let out a shrill shriek and held the sound. His eyes widened and, in a flash, both he and Barton had their hands over their ears, trying to block the sound. Barton fell, and writhed on the ground in pain, and I saw a few drops of blood slowly come out of his ears. I stopped and saw that he had fallen unconscious from the pain. I turned to Greeny and saw him slowly sit up, gingerly touching his ears. When his fingers came away with blood on them I knew that I was done for. He turned and I waited for the murderous rage, but it wasn't there. He was angry, but curiosity was dominant. He went and opened the door to the hallway, kicking Barton aside. 
        After looking down the hallways outside my room, he turned back to me, smirked, and swung the door open wide and stepped out of the way so I could see. Down the hallway that I could see, I saw four guards, laying unconscious with a small trickle of blood on their ears. Horror swept over me at the realization of what I had done. I had killed the agen-
        "They are not dead Merely asleep, knocked out from the pain." he said, still looking at me. "You are more..." He paused to find the word, "powerful than I had imagined. I thought that you were just a defect of the humans and I would just have to kill you when I had gotten my answers but now...." he said, trailing off. "Your eyes are back to that piercing orange now, but for a moment they were purely blue. Why is that?" He turned away and left the room, door wide open. He had forgotten to shut it behind him! I moved to get up and leave but was reminded that he had also forgotten to remove my handcuffs.
        After a few moments I became suddenly tiered, reminded that when I used my powers I got sleepy. I only had two options: sleep on the floor with my hands in the air, causing me to wake up with arm pains from my arms being forced to hang from the handcuffs or I could attempt to get into the bed. I had gone with the second option but gave up and decided to sleep on the floor after realizing that my hands were going to get stuck between the mattress and the bed. I laid down on the floor and tried to become comfortable, wondering why I didn't just melt the cuffs off when I knew that if I did, it would start to lead him in a new direction. Not the correct one, but close enough that I did not want him on it. I sighed and waited for a painful morning ahead, already feeling my arms start to ache.