Not So Easily Broken 2

An Avengers Story.
Loki's plans to take over Midgard are in full swing, but will the appearance of a familiar face alter the situation drastically? LokixSigyn. Five Kisses series. Post Losing Him.

Chapter Two: Arrival At The Ship

          The flight was long- or long enough, anyway. Tony and Steve exchanged a few words, but they were a little too distracted by the appearance of Thor and Sigyn to hold down much of a conversation. Thor remained silent for the entire journey, his arms crossed as he kept a close watch on Loki.
          Loki took no notice, however. His mind was still reeling at the sight of his wife; and he didn’t stop staring at her. Seeing Sigyn so soon hadn’t crossed his mind in the slightest. His plan had been to take earth and then return to Asgard for her. But she was here now.
          Loki had to push Sigyn from his mind for the moment. He would find away to get to her soon enough; he would make sure of that. For now, he had to continue with his plan.
          He had the Tessaract, SHIELD wanted it back. The only way he could have his revenge was to hold on to it and destroy them in the process- which he was determined to do. He had to follow his plan. He would just have to find a way to work Sigyn’s presence into the equation.
          They landed and the plane’s door opened once again. Thor, Tony and Steve went to leave, surrounding their prisoner as they went. The God didn’t resist; he simply cast one more look at his wife before following them outside.
          The group had received orders from Nick Fury to secure him immediately. Apparently, the Director was very determined that Loki would remain under control since the group were met by an armed guard as they stepped out of the plane. Yes, Nick Fury was very determined indeed.
          Sigyn stared at her husband as he was led away. She hated that they had been separated again. So soon. She let out a deep sigh. She would find him again soon; at least they were on the same planet now.
          “So erm, you; Sigyn right?”
          Sigyn looked up to see Natasha standing in front of her, her hands resting on her hips. The Goddess nodded.
“You need to come with me.”
          Sigyn raised a brow, but otherwise didn’t move.
          “And where would we be going?” she asked.
          Natasha frowned. She wasn’t used to people not following her orders immediately. This woman was weird.
          “Look, that dress might be the hottest thing on Asgard, but it’s not really gunna be convenient round here.”
          Sigyn just stared. She didn’t really understand what the heat of her dress had to do with anything.
“We’ve got a store with spare SHIELD clothing that you can change into; so if you’ll follow me?”
          It wasn’t really a question, but Natasha was running out of nice ways to get her to follow her. Apparently politeness was enough though, because, with that, Sigyn stood up.
          “If you insist,” she replied.
          She didn’t tell Natasha that she would be quite glad to change. Climbing into the plane was quite a difficult job in what she had been wearing; perhaps it would do her well to change. Although, looking at what this woman was wearing didn’t exactly reassure her. She wasn’t entirely sure that she would feel comfortable in something so skin-hugging.
          Regardless, she followed Natasha out of the plane and into the strange-looking ship that they had landed on. The two women walked through numerous grey and metallic corridors, and Sigyn couldn’t help but stare at her surroundings. It was so unusual. So Midgardian. Nothing on Asgard ever looked as dull.
          Eventually Natasha stopped outside a store where they kept spare SHIELD clothing. They went  into the small room and Natasha started rummaging through piles of clothes.
          “Okay, so, here’s a shirt,” Natasha said, pulling one down from a shelf. “And here’s some pants.”
          Sigyn thanked her, and Natasha left the room so that she could change. Sigyn lifted the clothes that she had been given up and surveyed them. They were dark blue, a sort of uniform that she had seen others on the ship wear. It had been so long since she had worn anything that wasn’t Loki’s colours and it felt incredibly odd to think of doing it. But she slipped out of her dress, regardless of how odd these clothes looked.
          When she was dressed, Sigyn looked in a mirror, distracted by her reflection. She still wore the gold necklace Loki had given her to show her status, she would never take that off, but otherwise, she looked so different. The clothes fit her so awkwardly; and she looked so strange in these ill-fitting garments. At least they’re not as tight as they could be, she couldn’t help but think, her mind drifting back to Natasha’s attire.

~~~

          Alice tapped her foot against the bottom of the stool. She was bored. She had been bored since Agent Coulson had come to pick her up from Stark Tower. The problem was that she hadn’t been given much information as to why she was there, though apparently Tony knew everything. That peeved her; she was older than him, after all, she should be the one that knew the most.
          Apparently, SHIELD just thought that her presence would be useful, or so she’d been told. Who was she to disagree? Especially when they ‘urged’ her into it by threatening to take away the freedom they had given her. Alice let out a sigh; she hadn’t really had a choice.
          Her brother had gone to Germany with a number of others, but, of course, she hadn’t been invited. So she was stuck in the lab with Bruce Banner. Bruce was nice enough, and he was clever enough. He had been a friendly enough companion whilst she had been confined to the ship.
          Bruce even seemed quite docile, or so he appeared. She’d heard about his other half, but wasn’t expecting an appearance from big, green and angry any time soon. Bruce was apparently very good at control. But right then, he was too busy doing work to speak to her and she was bored.
          “Guess that must be him,” Bruce commented.
          His voice startled her out of her thoughts and Alice looked up. She turned to the window that gave view to the corridor but was too late to see who had passed the window. She just saw the last of an armoured guard disappearing.
          “Who?”
          “The bad guy.”
          “Right, yeah, this bad guy,” she said. “It’s weird, no one seems to be telling me anything about this guy.”
          “Doesn’t seem like anyone knows that much about him.”
          “They’ve gotta know something.”
          Banner shrugged.
          “All I know is that he’s some guy who thinks he’s a god.”
          She blinked. That was a little too convenient, wasn’t it?
          “What’s his name?” Alice asked cautiously.
          “Loki.”
          Her eyes widened and Bruce frowned at her.
          “What?” he asked, confused.
          She ignored his question and instead asked, “Can you get a camera following him up on screen?”
          “I guess.”
          “Please, do it.”
          As a confused Bruce started to pull up a camera on the screen in front of him, Alice watched intently. She stared at the screen as the corridor came into view, her eyes focussing immediately on the villain they had been hunting. It was the God she hadn’t seen for months. Loki.
          Banner looked at her curiously as her expression hardened. He was just about to ask if she was okay when a SHIELD agent walked into the room and informed them that they were to get to the bridge. The two followed the agent out of the room swiftly, but Alice’s thoughts remained on what she had seen.
          Loki. So that was why they wanted her there. She had met him before and SHIELD must have known about that; they were always watching her and they must have seen her with him. Alice didn’t know what to do. Yes, she had met the God, yes, she had spent time with him; but she had realised over time that all she had been to him was a nurse.
          If SHIELD wanted to use her to their advantage then they were probably going to be left wanting.

~~~

          The door to the round, glass cage whooshed shut and Loki slowly turned as it sealed. An odd cell for a prisoner, Loki thought. The Director, Fury, walked up the steps aside the cage to a panel.
          “In case it’s unclear,” he said as he started typing on the console, “if you try to escape, if you so much as scratch that glass.”
          Fury paused as the whooshing of air being sucked away sounded when the hatch opened beneath Loki’s cage. The God looked down, noting the giant hole beneath him almost unconcernedly.
Over the heavy sound of the wind being sucked from the ship, Fury yelled, “It’s 30,000 feet straight down in a steel trap. You get how that works?”
          He pushed a button and the hatch closed again, the noise suddenly disappearing.
          Fury gestured to Loki and then at the console while he said, “Ant, boot.”
          Recalling his earlier words, Loki just chuckled. He did enjoy this mortal’s persistence.
          He raised his hands and walked backwards slightly as he said, “It’s an impressive cage. Not built, I think, for me.”
          “Built for something a lot stronger than you.”
          Loki smirked and turned to the camera that he was well aware was watching him.
          “Oh, I’ve heard. A mindless beast. Makes play he’s still a man... How desperate are you, that you call on such lost creatures to defend you?”
          Fury shot him a levelling glare.
          “How desperate am I?” he said as he began to approach the glass cage. “You threaten my world with war. You steal a force you can’t hope to control. You talk about peace, and you kill because it’s fun. You have made me very desperate. You might not be glad that you did.”
          Loki sucked in a breath, feigning some sort of impact from the man’s words.
          “It burns you to have come so close,” he teased. “To have the Tesseract, to have power, unlimited power. And for what?”
          He grinned and looked at the camera again.
“A warm light for all mankind to share.”
          Loki turned back to Fury, giving him an equally unsympathetic stare.
“And then to be reminded what real power is.”
          Fury was silent for a moment until a small smirk crossed his lips.
          As he started to walk away, he said, “Well, let me know if ‘real power’ wants a magazine or something.”
          Loki walked towards the glass by the camera and, without looking back at Fury, said, “Perhaps not a magazine, but a visit from my wife might be more apt.”
          Fury paused in the doorway
          “Maybe when you feel like answering some of our questions,” was all he said.
          Loki just chuckled and shook his head. So Fury left.