The Plan...
When Rayla awoke after her and Loki’s ‘meet-up’, she found herself back in the cold icy cell from before. She wondered if she had ever even left. Had it all be a dream? A fragment of her imagination due to his spells?
These thoughts were quickly pushed aside when she felt the small cut on her throat from the blade, and the aching between her legs from were he had pounded her.
Her head spun with thoughts. Would the avengers find out? Surely not? How would they?
Her hand flew to her face as she winced with pain, her head throbbing from a migraine. One thing was different than before. She wasn’t shackled. There was an evident mark from the first time she was here, but there was no longer a metal clasp around her ankle. Loki must trust her a bit more. She wasn’t out of the cell, but she was certainly making progress for escaping.
The door suddenly swung open, revealing Loki -in his usual leather attire, standing in the doorway.
“Come this way mortal…” He gestured to the door before peering down his nose at Rayla like she was vermin. She reluctantly got to her feet, dusting off her clothing before making her way over to him.
His hand reached out and snatched her wrist as she passed him, keeping her in place and forcing her to look at him.
“Remember what I said. You try to escape…” He brushed a piece of hair away from her face and tucked it neatly behind her ear. “I will make Thor kill you. You are aware of what I am capable of…” He paused momentarily, searching her face for any possible reaction, “Yes?”
Rayla nodded back uncertainly, fear welling up in her eyes as he pushed her wrist back down to her side, releasing her from his grasp.
“Very well then.” He replied, taking lead.
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Loki had taken her to a board room, full of the soldiers and scientists that he had taken under his spell. There were piles of paper laid out on the table, and the dark circles beneath the soldiers’ eyes began to deepen significantly. He was overworking them and there was no doubt about it.
Dr. Selvig spoke up first.
“My King…” He bowed before Loki as he entered, making sure to avoid eye contact. Those who were enchanted certainly seemed to not have control over their intentions, however they also appeared to have just the same amount of fear for him as they originally did.
Loki dismissed his actions with the flick of his wrist and motioned for him to begin whatever presentation they had planned.
“To gain access to the avengers tower, we need someone who is recognised by Stark’s computer systems. Rayla, this is where you come in.” He gestured towards her lightly, not taking his attention away from the screen infront of him.
Rayla stood up from her chair abruptly, very obviously planning on interjecting before Loki silenced her and pushed her back to her seat.
“Rayla.” Dr. Selvig began speaking again, “You will enter as usual, saying hellos to your colleagues, telling them that you’re glad to be back and that we abandoned you on the way to the base -that way they will not question where we are located.” He paused whilst he changed slides. “Loki will head to the east of the city- causing a scene and creating a distraction. Whilst the Avengers are distracted, you will enter Stark’s vault and collect the tesseract. We will pick you up once you have possession of the tesseract.”
Rayla interjected, this time not silenced by Loki. “But haven’t you already possession of the tesseract?”
“We thought we did. It was a fake. Fury swapped them before Loki took care of him.”
Rayla opened her mouth to speak, before shutting it when she saw Loki’s stern expression. She leant back in her chair hastily.
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Getting Rayla to the Avengers tower would be one of the largest challenges.
They blindfolded her and placed her in restraints, guiding her through the exit and into a stealth jet. The journey was long. She began to ponder about just how far away they had taken her in the beginning.
When the plane came to a halt, she was dragged through the bay doors by a multitude of hands before the tight blindfold was eventually removed. Loki shoved her to the down onto the hard cement so that she was kneeling before him. He peered down his nose at her, a large range of emotions flickering in his eyes, undistinguishable. He lifted her chin with his index finger, forcing Rayla to make eye contact.
“You know the plan.” He purred, “Remember what we spoke about.” He got down to her level, his lips caressing her ear, the heat of his breath soft against the skin of her neck, sending shivers cascading down her spine. “I will have absolutely no problem killing you on the spot if you misbehave…” He paused momentarily before resuming his whispers, “However it would be such a shame to let someone as talented as you in certain respects… die because of a silly mistake… so make sure I don’t have to kill you.”