"I would never hurt you or be unkind to you." Loki persisted, suddenly in front of her. He gently cupped her face as his fingers stroked her jaw. "I would never."
"Holding people hostage in their own home is unkind." She snapped.
His grip tightened...
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Since I'm a woman of her word and we got more comments then usual, here's another early update! If I continue to get more comments then usual, I will continue to have earlier updates ;)
Someone asked me what my goal was for how many comments it would take for me to post early. Let's say the goal for this chapter is 7 comments from 7 different people for me to post the next chapter early. And for the rereaders, the next chapter is brand new ;)
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Today was the first day Summer woke up without Loki laying next to her. Considering that's something that's never happened, she was concerned something was wrong- especially after the time they had together last night.
She hopped off the bed and slid her feet into her slippers. Thankfully she slept in the sweatshirt and sweatpants Loki gave her, so she felt appropriate enough to walk downstairs. She shuffled into the kitchen, but froze in her steps when she heard a resounding slap, followed by a grunt.
"We know your plans! And we know you have someone! We know she's here! The Avengers will-" A younger man's voice yelled, before he was silenced with a punch.
Summer's heart sunk. He had to be talking about her. People knew she was gone! He was her way out! She's never been allowed into one of Loki's meeting before. Never. She knew she shouldn't have, but she couldn't help but creep towards the room. She peeked around the doorway, hoping to catch a glimpse of this man's face
She heard Loki chuckle lowly, his footsteps making the old floorboards creek under his weight. "Do you now?.... I think it'd be fairly hard for them to get this information if you're no longer alive."
No. He can't kill him. Then she'll never get out of here.
"They already know." The young man protested. Maybe he was stalling, maybe he was telling the truth. "In fact, they're almost here."
She nearly screamed as someone took her arm in a harsh grip. A guard. Her attempt to flee was futile as the otherworldly creature easily dragged her along with him and presented her before Loki.
Loki whirled around to face her, and she stood there, wide eyed in front of him. Terror crept in her body under his intense gaze. He didn't appear to be enraged or angry, he looked calm and that's what terrified her the most. The calm before the storm.
Cautious and trembling, she lowered herself to the ground at his feet, "I-I'm sorry." She rasped, her voice shaky and breaking. "I'm sorry. I was looking for you, and-"
"It's you! We're going to save you!" The young man tied up exclaimed. Now that she could see his face, she realized he was a kid in a red and blue suit. Wait... was this the kid in the news from NYC? Spider-Man? Spider-Man was a kid?
