A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Interrogation

—-Loki—-

Finally I find my way into Amora's cell I cast an illusion as I make my entry via magic. No one will see or hear a thing if they look in on us or on any of the cameras and I have an illusion of the form I've been using wandering the hallway with the instructions of telling anyone it bumps into that he's lost. I drop the false form from myself now that it's just me and her. She doesn't notice me at first. Her nose is buried in a book, at least she hadn't been lying when she told me she read. She speaks without looking up.

"Just set it down and be gone."

She must assume I'm a guard here to bring her a meal.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

She looks up from her book looking a bit frightened by my voice. As soon as she does this I advance towards her channeling the very real anger I have about the situation although I need to exaggerate the circumstances a bit to make her talk. She drops her book as she stands. She speaks and I can hear the fear in her voice.

"Loki-"

I interrupt her grabbing her by the collar of her prison uniform.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

She's quivering with fear now and her voice is void of the arrogance I'm used to from the wretched woman.

"I don't know."

I slam her back against the wall of the cell.

"YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT?!"

I do believe that, they wouldn't have told her where they would be taking Sam, but I need her scared if she's scared she's more likely to give me something I can use.

"I- I'm telling the truth..."

I give her a hard look and draw a dagger which makes her face turn pale with fear. She scrambles over her words trying to find a way that I will believe her.

"Loki don't -just... please... take my memories!"

This is good I usually don't use this ability because of the difficulty of the magic involved with it (not to mention the difficulties of a well guarded mind) and the pain it causes the person I'm pulling them from. It's something I had been willing to attempt on Gamora before discovering she'd turned against Thanos though it may have proven too difficult had I actually attempted it.

If Amora has opened the floodgates for me to enter I may find what I came for. I reach out and try to enter her mind she tries to assault me with her own magic though I'm easily fighting her. A majority of her magic is dampened by the cell itself (fine tuned to her specific signature).

It is nearly impossible to completely nullify magic without something making constant contact with the skin. That is unless you're using a spell from Midgardian witches and even I'd be wary of that lot. It's not as if a master of the mystic arts could simply cast such a spell in the witch's stead.

I assume their knowledge is hard to come by and even the library in the Sanctum Sanctorum (which I desperately would like to visit but haven't been permitted to) lacks books containing the knowledge. All of this is why it was decided to use a magic dampening spell curtesy of Strange. I pull away physically and push back mentally escaping her attack without injury.

In the process I've dropped her on the floor. Time for plan B. I had planned to use the bracers as a last minute twist but I know from experience that pain can be a great motivator. Before she can get her bearings I snap them on her wrists she lets out a cry of pain and blood runs down her hands. I can see she's confused as she stares down at them but in too much agony to form words for her questions.

"Yes wench, she's safe at home that's the only reason you're not dead."

That's a lie I'd need her just as alive if that weren't the case but that wouldn't sound as intimidating. She just barely manages a couple of words.

"What- what do you want?"

She is now willing to comply.

"I want information but clearly I can't trust the words of a mewling quim like you."

I let my words sink in.

"You are going to let me in your mind and I am going to rip every last piece of information about whoever's responsible for this from your mind. If you do not fight me the bracers will come off. If you do however..."

She nods. I have her defeated, at my mercy. I reach out and enter her mind again. I begin the agonizing process of searching her mind for the information I need. She has to know something that can help me. For now I'll strip it all and sort it all out later. Eventually I can't find anything else I deem useful. It's cruel how long I've been searching with how much pain the process causes but I don't much care. I finally release her and she gasps in relief. I stand up from my crouched position.

"Thank you, for your cooperation."

I turn to leave and she cries out weakly in panic.

"Wait... please... the bracers!"

I smile maliciously turning back around.

"Oh only about three more hours darling."

She looks at me in disbelief and anger.

"What?!"

I let my expression shift back into a cold and angry stare.

"Three hours and twenty seven minutes. That's how long Sam had to bear them and that's how long they'll stay on, be glad it's not more."

I had been working on the spell for this in private every chance I got when my magic was replenished. It's the only punishment I could think of that would satisfy me besides murder luckily it also happened to fall within my legal rights under Asgardian laws.

I know I've made her scared enough to know if she tells anyone I'm responsible she will only face even more of my wrath so I leave without another word. I have timed my exit just right and rejoin my illusion taking on that form and exit the building without incident. I'm happy to run into no hiccups in New York and feel I have a great weight lifted from me as my brother returns us home.