I march stiffly back to my room, robot-like. Damn it, I should not have touched that treacherous god. A gold ring sits tightly on my finger now, and I can practically feel the magic oozing from it.
I examine it closer. It's definitely a work of art, two small snakes wrapping around each other, with their mouths encircling a small, yet bright, emerald. The emerald glows with a dim light, pulsating occasionally.
It's strange; I know that this ring is influencing me, but I can still think and make decisions on my own. How had Clint described it? As... as being taken from yourself and feeling someone else put in. I don't feel that way, I actually feel quite good. I feel almost contented. As if i have a purpose again. Yet I'd told Tony that I was playing the good spy, worming my way in slowly. Gaining Loki's trust piece by piece.
Yet a part of me wants to stop working for others. I'd worked for my own gain before, I could do it again.
Regimes fall every day, I tend not to cry about it. I'm Russian, or at least I was.
I believe it's time for the spider to spin her web.
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Trapped: The Avengers FanFiction
FanfictionLoki is back, and this time he's taking them out, one by one. The Avengers, that is. Divide and Conquer, as they say. I do not own any part of The Avengers, I just own my imagination :)
