(NOT JUST A LOKI STORY - this story is about many marvel characters with Esther Mason and Loki Laufeyson as the main characters - and also includes a Steve Rogers romance side story with... well you'll have to see :))))
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Once upon a time, there was...
"Just shut up," I spat with hatred before walking past him up the metal ramp. Oh gods... how are we going to be locked together? How will I manage not to kill him?
I will be sharing a cell with the person who murdered my parents and fiancé.
As this thought drowns me I take a seat by myself and try not to let my emotions get the best of me. This is not how I wanted this night to go.
I've been captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. Basically. And now I will be forced to be with this man and I cannot kill him until he gives information that I'm certain he won't give.
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I shut my eyes and push emotion from me. I'm good at that.
Loki takes a careless seat at my side. "Your desperate soul is really intriguing you know," he teases me with an evil smirk. He now wears hand cuffs, courtesy of Iron Man who now stands by the captain as they ready to take off.
The hatch closes as I make fists. "You're so lucky I promised not to kill you," I say through clenched teeth, staring ahead.
"Hm the challenge is seeing if you can keep it."
"You're damn right," I mutter more quietly.
"You're nothing special you know. There are many people who want to kill me."
I shut my lips and try to keep from punching him.
"And I don't even know your name."
"It's Esther," I growl.
"Ah yes. I know a few tales about such a name. One of them is listed in a bestseller of your mortal planet."
"Yeah? You look like the kinda guy who spends his time reading," I spat, still refusing to look at him.
He chuckles dryly. "I don't think a squirrel can make a jest of someone else's physique, darling."
"Don't call me that," I say through grinding teeth as I look over at him in a flash.
"I do what I want," he replies plainly and sends a wink.
I clench my jaw and roll my eyes. I hate him. I can't stand him. He just murdered people and now he has the nerve to make jokes? He makes me sick.
I stand up from my place and walk over to the co-pilot seat to plop down in it, noticing right away that our pilot is the famous Black Widow. Of course I studied her in the past too. My father told me about her.
"So who's this new meat?" she asks as she gazes out at the night sky clustered with clouds.
"Esther Mason. And you're Natalya Romanova. I've read all your files," I reply while looking ahead too.
She gives me a look without looking at me. "That's sounds illegal."
"My hobbies include stealing, manipulation, and reading classified documents," I sass her plainly.
