TThis one is requested by @SigynHiddleston111 

I hope you like it.  The second part is coming soon. 

But for now... 

Enjoy reading and tell me what you think. 

xx 

You were with Bruce in the lab, helping him with some files. 

'Do you think they will take him here?' you asked Bruce. He shrugged and adjusted his glaces. 

'Probably. I mean, where else would they take him? I heard he is quite an intimidating character. But don't worry, Y/N, he will be locked up in a cell for sure,' he soothed. You nodded and continued your work in the lab. 

Bruce abruptly stopped working, and you looked up. He was staring through the window, you followed his gaze and saw a few figures approach. One of them was your father, Steve Rogers, the legendary Captain America, accompanied by Tony Stark in his Iron Man suit and Natasha. A dark haired man in handcuffs walking in front of them. That must be that dramatic Asgardian that tried to take over New York, you thought. Bruce rubbed his eyes as Loki gave him a nod and then noticed you. You froze and dropped the pen you were holding when he winked at you. They walked passed the window, luckilly, otherwise he would've seen you blushing. You looked at Bruce, who was staring at you blankly. 

'What?' you asked him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. 

'N-Noting. I feel a little light-headed, to be honest,' he mumbled, scratching his head. 

'Do you want me to-' 

'I'm fine,' he cut you off and went back to his work. That's when your father walked in, with a magic wand. 

'Y/N, would you mind taking a look at this? It's Loki's scepter. Be careful,' he warned. You nodded and gave him a kiss on his cheek, taking the scepter from his hand. 

'Yeah, sure, dad. Just do me a favour,' you said. He smiled and nodded. 

'What do you need?' 

'I need you to go to the infirmary. You have a major bruise on your forehead,' you spoke strictly. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. 

'Of course, but I'll go to Stark first,' he muttered before walking out. You placed the scepter on a table and did what your father asked. 

Suddenly, there was a crash. 

'One of the engines broke down!' you heard Tony scream and then fly away in his suit. You looked over at Bruce, who fell down on the floor. You rushed towards him and grabbed his face. 

'Bruce, look at me. What's wrong?' you panicked. You tapped his cheek for an answer, but he didn't react for quite a while until he turned a light shade of green, yelling. You let go of him, squealing and crawling under the table where Loki's scepter lay. Natasha had told you to get out of sight when Bruce turned into the Hulk, so you did. 

'Hulk smash!' Hulk boomed, before jumping through a window and destroying the Helicarrier from the inside. You stayed under that table for a long time until you heard footsteps enter the lab. They stopped in front of the table you were hiding under. It was no doubt that it was Loki. He took the scepter, but you knew you couldn't let that happen. You're father would be disappointed when he found out when you just let Loki take it. Well that was already too late, he turned around, the scepter in his hand, so you did the only logic thing you could think of in that moment. You grabbed his ankle, making Loki trip. He fell flat on his face, the scepter falling out of his hand. 

You rushed from underneath the table and took it, standing up against him in a defensive way. Loki looked up and chuckled. He got up and towered over you. He took a few steps toward you, and you took a few back. You held the scepter behind your back, so there was no way he could reach it. 

He tried to grab it though, but you turned around. 

His hand shot up again, and you turned, still holding the scepter. 

'Give it to me,' he demanded. You furiously shook your head. He did another attempt to grab it from you. 'You like to dance?' he asked in a... joking way? He then seemed to give up and studied you, probably to think of a way he could grab the scepter. Maybe... by distracting you? Ha! Wasn't going to happen. 'Who are you?' 

'Y/N Rogers. So if I were you, I would think twice before you attack me. If you don't want Captain America chasing you,' you replied, and you facepalmed yourself at how childish that sounded. Loki then chuckled, his eyes once again scanning you.

'Ah, yes, I can see that. You definitely inherited America's ass,' he commented. You frowed. That was quite rude in your opinion.

While you were overthinking what he had said, he grabbed you hips and threw you over his shoulder. You squeaked. He walked with you to the door. 

'If you're not letting go of that scepter of mine, I'll take you with me. I'm running out of time.' You thought quick and placed both ends of the scepter against the doorposts when he walked through the door, causing him to bounce back, almost falling backwards. You smiled at your little victory. 

He however, didn't appriciate your little stunt. In less than a second he had you pinned against a wall, the sceptor at your throat. Your eyes widened. You hadn't foreseen this. Fuck. 

'Stop fooling around,' he spat at your face. You gulped and looked into his eyes. 

'Okay, fine, you have the scepter, you can leave. Don't hurt me when it's not needed,' you reasoned with him. He cocked up an eyebrow. 

'No.' 

'What? What do you mean 'No.' ?' He grinned. 

'I'm still taking you with me.' 

'Why?' 

'You yourself said that you are Rogers' daughter. You can be a privilege to me,' he replied deviously. 

You and your big mouth. 

Once again, you swallowed the forming lump in your throat as he lowered the scepter en threw you over his shoulder, which you hated, because his armor poked your stomach painfully. 

Walking through the corridors of the Helicarrier, you started screaming when you saw you father, but Loki quickly dragged you towards the stairs, where he forced you to walk. 

'Be quiet,' he growled as you reached the roof. You saw Clint waiting and waved at him. He didn't respond. He kept standing there like a statue. 

'Clint! It's me!' you screamed. 

'He joins me now,' Loki snarled in your ear. Your heart dropped to your feet as he dragged you into a stolen airplane. 

You didn't rememer the rest of the flight because your mind got numb, and it wasn't until Loki dragged you into a building that you took in your new surroundings. Grey walls. Everywhere. You shivered as Clint went into a lab, one similar to the one you worked in previously, but more primitive. 

'Take her to a room,' Loki barked at some guards when he carlessly threw you in their arms. Their hands clamped into your skin like claws as they carried you toward an empty room, nothing inside of it, not even a mattress or a pillow, where they left you alone in the dark. As you hit the hard floor, your knee scraped against the concrete. Blood gushed out from it and you whined. 

You stood, which you thought was, the middle of the room. Frozen, with no clue what time it was. But you were tired. A creaking noise filled the room. The air tickened and you became scared. A chill ran down your spine while sweat formed on your forehead. Your bottom lip started to quiver, unwanted. 

Soon, a tear escaped your eye and a sob rolled over your lips. It hit like a avalanche. The sudden dark and loneliness choked you like hands around your neck. The room was so menacing, that you felt like treading on thin ice. 

The hours passed, heck, maybe even days. You were laying on the stone cold floor, freezing and starving when the door finally opened. The light, that could only been put on, on the outside, went on. The sudden brightness caused you to blink a few times before you closed them entirely. 

Footsteps echoed through the room and you cowered into a ball. Someone crouched beside you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You secretly hoped it would be one of your Avengers that came to rescue you, but when you opened your eyes, you felt like a phantom greeting you. 

You sat up straight and backed away in a corner. You were genuinely scared of the God in front of you, his grin turning into a menacing frown. 

'Come here if you want food,' he commanded with a straight face. You were hungry, but were afraid that he poisened it or something. You woudn't accept it. You shook your head. Although you did felt like you would pass out if you didn't eat any time soon. 'I didn't do anything with it,' he stated. As to prove it, he took the fork and took a bite from the plate he held. 'See?' He shoved the plate towards you, which you animalistically reached for and devoured it. Loki chuckled and you gave him a glare. 'How are you?' 

Was he being serious? You were doing terrible! You gave him a shrug, 

'Are you hurt?' Loki asked, then his eyes landed on your knee with the wound and the dried blood. He softly put his hand on you knee. 'Talk to me,' he inquired with a stern voice. Just to annoy him, you stayed silent, staring blankly at him, while eating your salad. You drank the entire bottle of water before you tossed it across the room. 'I am not going to repeat myself, are you hurt?' 

Silence. 

He stood up and walked back to the door. Just as he was about to shut it, you squealled. 

'Yes.' He sighed and looked at you. For awhile, you stared at him, hoping he wouldn't leave. You woudn't survive being left alone again. Not in the dark. He sauntered over to you, before picking you up and carrying you towards another room. A nicer room. One with a mattresss. And a fucking bed. He put you down on it before he grabbed a bandage from the nightstand beside it. He also took some disinfectant and poured some in your wound. You hissed at the stinging pain that caused, which he chuckled at. If you weren't his prisoner, you would've kicked him where it hurt. He then wrapped the bandage around your knee, with a gentle, caring touch. 

Once done, he sat beside you one the bed. 

'Can you walk?' he asked, with something that seemed like genuine concern. 

'Yeah,' you muttered. 

'Are you tired?' You nodded. 'Then sleep,' he snapped. Your eyes widened at his bitter reaction. 

'H-Here?' you wondered. He rolled his eyes and pushed you down on the bed, with your head between the pillows. 

'Of course, where else?' he huffed.  

'Am I not going back to that other room?' 

'No, unless you want to.' 

'N-No,' you stuttered. He smiled and snapped his fingers. Your clothes vanished and replaced themselves with black pyjamas. You looked at them with a frown. 'You coudn't find a magic spell with a happier colour?' He chuckled and went to lay beside you, and with a snap of his fingers, he changed into some black pyjamas as well. 

'Nope, look, we're matching,' he joked. You couldn't help yourself. You smiled and closed your eyes. He pulled the covers over you and you turned your back to him. 

His hands snaked around your waist and you froze. You swallowed. 

'What are you doing?' you whispered. 

'Well, you are obviously taking all of the blankets, so it's in order to stay warm,' he made up an excuse, because he still had enough blanket. 

'That's not-' you were cut off by a clicking sound. You looked at your wrists and saw he had put handcuffs around them. 

'Sorry, Lady Rogers. I just don't want you to escape while I'm asleep,' he almost apologized. You threw him a glare over your shoulder. With a frown, you closed your eyes while you waited until you would fall asleep, with Loki's front pressed against your back.