Chapter 11
Sylvie was alone in the room. She had still the hammer on her body. The mortals were afraid to approach her and immediately left the room. Thor went too. She could almost hear Loki's scolding voice in her head that she was acting too fast again, and she showed her cards. She should be more patient, smarter, and shouldn't immediately attack. Now no one will approach her and no one will be able to be controlled by her. And the hammer didn't move. Sylvie felt really helpless.It was worse than on Lamentis 1. Plus, Loki wasn't with her. When will he know she's gone? Would he even notice, since he's still looking after Peter? She shouldn't doubt Loki's protectiveness. She knew he would not leave her. However, some time had passed and she was alone. She couldn't move. In her head tthere was emptiness. No plans.
Where was Loki?
She heard footsteps approaching. A mortal entered the room. He was a blond man who had previously worn an American flag outfit. He was dressed now casually in a blue shirt, brown jacket, and brown pants. He moved a chair from the end of the room and sat across from her. Far enough to she couldn't reach him.
"Do you know my name?" the blond asked.
"I have no idea," Sylvie replied.
Why did they send him now? Why not Natasha again? Or that Director Fury who seemed to be in charge of the agents? Why did they send her this blonde. The mortal smiled slightly when he heard that she did not know his name. Ah, she understood. The mortal did not like fame. That's why he was glad she did not know him. He probably thought Loki had told her about him and the others. Who were they actually for Loki? Loki would say she should start talk, manipulate. And that was what she was going to do.
"I'm Steve Rogers or Captain America," said Steve.
"You're the one who came up with that idiotic costume?" Sylvie smiled.
"Not me. Though I agree it's idiotic. Why are you dressing like Loki?" Steve replied.
"We have a similar style," replied Sylvie.
"Similar style? What else do you have in common?" Steve asked.
"Oh, a few things. For example, we don't like being trapped," Sylvie replied.
"Nobody likes it," Steve said.
Sylvie sighed. It's for nothing. She wasn't Loki. She never manipulated people. She always ran away, fought and watched movies about family when she had break. She had never known people well enough to be able to manipulate them (postman was just an affair, nothing else). She could tell basic lies, be silent, and so could Loki taught her a little. She wasn't completely helpless, but she wasn't a champion like Loki either. It was he who spent his entire life at the court of Asgard, perfecting his skills of intrigue and manipulation. Her life it was about hiding from TVA. Very tedious at first, until she discovered that they couldn't find her during the apocalypse. Only then did she feel well enough to plan the fall of these fascists.
"Why do you think Loki could never hurt anyone?" Steve asked.
"I know him," Sylvie replied.
"You know him?" Steve was distrustful.
"Of course I do. He can't live without saving anyone. He always protects pathetic creatures," replied Sylvie.
She was one of those creatures. Always a few hours before the disasters, when she was not stealing from TVA, she spent watching movies. She ate ice cream and watched it. They were simple family movies. Perhaps for some they were too boring, too stupid, too sweet. But Sylvie loved them. She watched a lot of them. Also animated films for children. She was charmed by Disney movies.
Her favorite movie was "The Jungle Book". The character of Shere Khan was great.
She watched it again with Loki. Sylvie was a bit scared inside. Loki knew her as a fearless warrior. What would he think of her if she watched films made for human children? But Loki said nothing when he watched it with her. He also admired Shere Khan and even made his illusion. It was better than 3D movies. Steve started to look at her weird. As if she said something wrong. Those mortals really didn't know Loki, did they?
"I think Thor might be right that you were lied to somehow. Loki is not a good person," Steve said confused.
Sylvie snorted.
"Okay, if you say Loki is not good then please tell me what he did," she replied.
"He came to the Shield base and started attacking the agents. He stole the tesseract and then ..." Steve said.
"Loki didn't steal the tesseract!" Sylvie cut him off.
"He stole, I understand you might be lied to, but ..." Steve explained.
"You don't understand. Tesseract does not belong to you, it belongs to the royal family of Asgard! Loki is the son of the Allfather Odin Borson, and as such has every right to artifacts owned by Asgard. Loki couldn't steal something that already belongs to him, "she replied.
Then Steve looked like it had dawned him. He started whispering something about the Red Skull. He said goodbye to her very politely and left immediately. Sylvie sighed. She really wasn't Loki. If he had been in her place, he would have already been free thanks to his tongue.
Where was Loki?