Loki's POV
I stared at the girl who had handcuffed me with amusement. She had just fallen asleep next to me, acting as though she had nothing to fear from me. She had every right to be afraid of me, yet she didn't seem... shaken by my presence. Beyond where I sat with the strange girl with strange coloured hair, the man in the metal suit and the blonde-haired man were talking about me; I blocked out their voices. How pathetic these mortals were? If they could see what a true king-
The girl shifted in her sleep, face scrunched up and she was moaning in her sleep. I frowned, studying her as she muttered incoherent words.
This mortal was truly the type of person that could get under someone's skin, a warrior of sorts. Even now, she appeared to be holding in a biting urge to do something that'll probably distract the red head woman that was piloting the big metal thing. I gave a subtle shift in an attempt to remain comfortable, my cuffed hands collided with the sleeping mortal's side. She jolted awake, panting heavily.
My hands came away with blood and I gazed at the amount of blood that was there. I felt... strange. Usually I would be happy at seeing my enemies' blood flow out from their bodies in a satisfying rush, yet with this human... it felt... odd. It was like I was-
Don't be an imbecile! You don't have time for this nonsense; you've got plans to execute. My mind interrupted, veering me away from any distractions that could lead me to being torn away from my ultimate goal. The mortals further away from me started more on about me again. This time I tuned in.
"Did he say anything?" a man inquired over a transmission.
"Not a word." The red head woman who was piloting the beast answered.
I immediately tuned out the rest of that conversation and focused my attention on the two men that were currently watching over me and the woman beside me.
"I don't like it." The man in the weird costume declared.
"What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?" The man in the metal armour replied, I held my tongue as I listened to him say that about me. Really, the language these rats spoke was profoundly amusing. The human beside me stared at me with a puzzled expression, I ignored her. She was beneath my concern at that point. As if she would become my concern at any point.
"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop." I hid a smirk at the involuntary compliment the blonde-haired man had made. Little did they know that from my sparring sessions with the Chatauri soldiers, I had increased my stamina and forces behind my punches. The woman beside me stretched, wincing.
I remembered back to the fight and pulled a face. The mortal woman had pushed me down, obviously trying to hit me yet, could she have been unconsciously saving me? Looking at her pixie like face from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help the thought.
Who is this mortal?
Katra's POV
When I had come round, I hadn't expected it to be the villain to be the one to wake me up. Despite him being the guy who wanted to destroy the world I love the most, I was grateful to him. If he hadn't of woken up... let's just say that Natasha's flying skills with me screaming isn't all that good.
Loki had seemed to be enjoying what Tony and Steve were saying about him. I had given him a puzzled look, trying to figure out what there was to be so thrilled about. Now, as I stood up, I wobbled on my feet, dizzy.
"Still, you were pretty spry, for an older fellow" Tony commented, his voice grating on my ears. Fricking hell, can't this man just shut up? Because of his insistent voice, I hadn't been able to sleep properly. A fellow agent studied me with mixed emotions of curiosity, fear, doubt and pity. Great, just what I need- another agent feeling sorry for me but won't come to help me. Collapsing back down on my seat, I groaned in frustration.
Why can't things just go right for me? I thought to myself, bitterly. I spotted the first aid kit on the other side of Loki and mentally face palmed myself. Awesome. Just one more thing to add to the worst day of my life; the kit being on the other side of the man who kidnapped my older brother.
"Can you pass me the kit?" I whispered to him; he gave me an unreadable expression, but I detected that there was surprise behind the mask he had put up. Loki shrugged and leaned back.
Unaware of it, I had started poking his side. "Please? I really need it. Surely a villain like you needs help in fixing himself up?" I inquired, he shot me an annoyed glance, but it seemed like he was trying to hide another emotion, frustration maybe. Or was that... impressed? Loki grabbed the kit and held it in his hands. I reached for it, but he snatched it away, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he did so. Oh, he was so not going there.
"What's your thing? Pilates?" Tony asked, being all smartass as I kept trying to get the first aid off of Loki, biting my lip from crying out in pain as the stretches pulled on my deep wound as he repeatedly snatched it away again, far out of my reach. In most cases, wounds like the one I had would have had many people struggling to keep awake from the loss of blood- not me though, never me; I was too far stubborn for that. Distantly, I heard Steve say.
"What?"
"It's like calisthenics. Basically gymnastics" I answered, finally getting the kit from Loki. Loki smirked mischievously as I hit him on his arm, annoyed. The way we were acting was like the playful banter that I had with my brother.
Clint.
My smile that was fighting to appear on my face disappeared, leaving me to open the kit and fix my wound myself.
Loki watched with an unreadable look, hiding whatever thoughts and emotions he had behind a mask. I completely disregarded him, feeling guilty that I had just fell right into his trap to go after the kit as he had taunted me with it.
This is Clint's kidnapper! He's killed more than seventy-two people! Stay on task! My mind scorned me, making me feel even more guilty. How had I forgotten all of that? Maybe because Loki could be casting some kind of spell. Yeah, that made more sense.
"You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle." I scowled at that reference, annoyed on Captain's behalf.
"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in." Steve said, tightly as he changed the subject.
"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you." I piped up, not looking at either of them as my voice became hard with scorn. Their eyes wandered over to me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable with their attention. Especially since Tony was taking a look over my chest with an approving smirk. Bloody playboy.
Lightning suddenly thundered overhead: a storm was brewing. Frowning, I peered around.
"It wasn't forecasted for lightning" I muttered, puzzled.
"Where's this coming from?" Natasha asked aloud to no one in particular, though I had a sneaky suspicion that she thought it was me that was causing it; it wasn't. Beside me, Loki jolted and looked around with... fear? Was he afraid of thunderstorms or something? Hard to believe since he had taken down quite a lot of security guards and almost blew up this very helicopter. So, if it wasn't the weather itself... then what?
"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" Steve said harshly, watching Loki.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki answered, looking around. My face drained of its natural colour.
That can't be good
All of a sudden, a loud thud sounded from the top of the roof. Quick as a flash, I held my twin blades in both of my hands with my feet a width apart, ready to attack. Tony opened the hatch of the back end of the plane after slotting his mask on. Steve stood near me, looking just as ready as I was to defend our prisoner.
A man in weird armour landed on the loading hold, a huge hammer clutched in his hand. Stark held up his reactor in his hand to blast a shot, only for the strange man to throw the hammer at him, knocking him back into Steve. He turned to me as the hammer flew back into his hand.
Smirking, I whirled both blades expertly in my hands. Loki tried to make a dash for it just as the man pushed me back, I managed to cut the stranger deep. He grunted and took Loki out of the hold, flying him away. Blood spurt out of my wound, newly opened up as it soaked the bandages. Gritting my teeth, I sheathed my swords into its twin sheath on my back.
"Now there's that guy" Tony said, making me roll my eyes. I grabbed my gun from my rucksack and strapped it to my thigh in its holster.
"Another Asgardian?" Natasha called from the flight pit, I pulled on my black gloves and walked to the loading hold.
"Think the guy's a friendly?" Steve asked, shouting over the noise. I snorted, turning around to them all.
"Who cares? If he kills Loki, my brother is lost" I announced, Nat glanced at me with wide eyes.
"Katra Marianna Barton, don't you dare!" She ordered, sensing what I was about to do.
Grinning, I gave a two-fingered salute before stepping back then I fell down, once more.