The Daughter of Loki Laufeyson (Edited)[#wattys2015]

Chapter 11: I'm Your What?

Amelia POV

I'm gonna kill Fury. Why? Because he wants me to interrogate Loki. And I really don't want to. I walked into his cell, but he doesn't see me.
"There's not many people that can sneak up on me." Loki fake praised, as he turned around and stared at me trying to figure me out.
"But you'd figured I'd come." I said.
"After- After what ever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm. And I would cooperate." Loki suggested.
"I want to know why you were constantly looking at me when we were taking you here on the jet?" I asked him.
"You remind me of someone." Loki said softly while looking at me closely.
"Who?" I questioned suddenly interested.
"You remind me of my daughter, you look a little like her too." He explained. He looked at me with an unreadable expression.
"What was she like. . . your daughter?" I questioned, sitting down on the floor.
" She was light of my world, you see she was the only thing I had left to remind me of her mother, she looked just like her too." Loki said.
"What happened to her mother?" I asked him. He had a pained expression on his face.
"Her mother died at childbirth, she lived long enough to hold her baby girl." Loki said as if remembering that day. He told me all about his wife.
"What was your daughter's name?" I asked.
"Her name was Amelia Angelica Laufeyson." He said sadly, looking down.
"My name is Amelia and my middle name is Angelica" I whispered to myself, but Loki heard.
"What did you just say?!" He demanded, stalking to the glass that divides us.
"I said that my first name is Amelia and my middle name is Angelica." I stated with my voice getting softer as realization hit the both of us like a ton of bricks.
" I'm your daughter!" "You're my daughter!" We both said at the same time.
"We're turning the cameras back on." Fury's voice boomed throughout the cell.
"Ok." I said into my hearpiece. " The cameras are coming back on, so I got to go, bye dad." I said as I got up and walked out. I faintly heard a goodbye from him.