Chapter 87: Polite conversation

Chapter 87: Polite conversation

Natasha and I made record time down to the detention cells, though I was holding back considerably. We arrived at our destination just in time to see Loki sit up and swing his legs over the side of the cell's basic bed through thick ultra metal bars. My armor was deployed and surrounding me by the time he noticed us.

"You are not who I was expecting to wake up to." He said, looking between myself and Natasha. "How did a useless mortal find his way to me?"

"I'm surprised you were expecting to wake up at all," Natasha said, ignoring his question. "You looked pretty close to death when we got to you."

"Gods are harder to kill than weak little mortals," He explained as if Natasha was a particularly slow child, turning slightly to focus on her. "I-"

Quick as a whip, Natasha pulled a small disk she had hidden somewhere in her coveralls and whipped it at Loki, only for it to pass through him and stick to the foam mattress. It crackled with electricity, singeing the linens. Meanwhile, the illusion of Loki sitting on his bed burst into familiar green and gold magic, the real Loki appearing in the opposite corner of the cell. Immediately all four of the stationed battle bots had their guns trained on him.

"In my defense you'd be surprised how often that works," He said with a cocksure grin. "How did you figure it out?"

"Your bed didn't shift when you moved," Natasha responded.

Annoyance flashed over his face for just a moment, but he remained silent. I extended my hand and activated my scanner, the screen popping out the side of my arm. Natasha watched with a curious look, peeking over my arms to read the screen.

"That's new."

"Yeah, I built it last night, after you went to bed," I explained. "I got sick of pulling out my scanners."

I worked my way through the information, noting that he was in perfect physical health save his still missing arm. Beyond the physical though well I had nothing to heal metaphysical damage. He was almost completely drained of magic, barely enough to stay conscious for a normally magic fill being like a frost giant. His divinity was all messed up, twisted, and cracked. What that really meant I had no idea, but the comprehensive scanner seemed to think it was from him pulling and leaning on it, using it to keep himself alive while being brutally tortured.

I also pointed out to Natasha that he was recovering from minor mental influence from the scepter. Seems like he wasn't protected from the whammy field it put out.

"Wow that's all sorts of fucked up," I said, despite the fact that I had very little idea of how bad it really was. "You really messed yourself up, didn't you?"

"Someone didn't like that you left an Infinity Stone behind, did they?" Natasha asked. "You-"

"I'm sorry, did you just say Infinity Stone?" Loki asked, pushing off of the wall and stepping forward. "Those are myths, legends. Tales told by old men with nothing better to do but fantasize about what they would do with unlimited power."

"You didn't know?" I asked, getting a scowl in return. "The scepter you were waving around, that hunk of blue crystal it drew power from? It contained an Infinity Gem. So does the Tesseract."

Loki began to pace inside his cell, crossing back a few times before he realized he barely had three steps to pace before he was being forced to turn around. With another scowl he stopped and sat on the edge of the bed, visibly trying to not seem like he was having a meltdown.

"Why would they hand me an Infinity Stone?" He asked, seemingly to himself.

"Probably equal parts overestimating you and underestimating us," I answered, ignoring that his question was probably rhetorical. "I mean they made their own kill zone with the portal. If it wasn't for the massive ship coming through the standard military could have handled it. Still might have if we had a little more time."

"Fools! There was a reason I was targeting New York City!" Loki ranted, mumbling to himself but still plenty loud enough for us to hear. "It would have been impossible to gather a military force there in time to stop from forming a beachhead!"

Natasha and I were silent for a long moment before I pushed out the restraints I made the night before. I tossed them into the cell, passing them between the bars and onto his bed.

"Put those on,"

"I don't think so," Loki said, tossing the restraints back out.

"Listen here you son of a bitch." I said, leaning against the bars, having lost any and all sympathy for his condition when he admitted New York would have been ground zero for an invasion. "You either put those on or I make you not a threat some other way. And considering how dangerous I know frost giants can be, it will probably involve evening out your left side."

The god just shook his head, chuckling to himself.

"Really? You, an empathetic sap expect me to tremble in fear from an empty threat?" He said, scoffing and looking down at his fingernails nonchalantly. "Beings infinitely more powerful than you have offered even more severe threats and-"

I pulled out my revolver and shot into the cell in one smooth movement. The blast of energy slammed into the bulkhead between Loki's legs. The god of mischief shouted and cursed before looking back up, glaring daggers at me, clenching his teeth. I openly met his stare, not backing down an inch.

"I do not know," Loki admitted, the admission of ignorance seeming to be more painful than anything else. "He never spoke of it being anything other than a method for traveling, a way to reach distant worlds for conquering."

"Oh good, not only were you willing to kill innocent people on earth, you were fine with giving evil conquering bastards a way to expand their repertoire?" I asked, shaking my head. "You're a real piece of work Loki."

"I my reasoning, the anger It seems foggy now. I wanted a throne of my own but conquering Earth, just to spite Thor" He said, shaking his head. "There are easier places to conquer, and easier ways to control."

"Who exactly was the Other?" Natasha asked.

"I I don't know," Loki admitted."They never revealed themselves to be anything other than the Other, leader of the Chitauri. They pulled me from the void and offered me a chance at redemption. Said if I could prove myself"

The Asgardian ice giant was still clearly annoyed that we were forcing him to answer with the threat of what was essentially mental mutilation, but he also seemed to be having an epiphany of sorts as he stared down at his remaining hand.

"The bastard manipulated me!" He said, his anger rising again. "They played me with their words! ME, LOKI! I will make him rue the day that he-"

I tapped on the controls for his restraints and suddenly Loki was silent, even as he kept talking, raging, and shouting. He gestured and cursed, even shaking his fist in the air. He continued on for a full minute before his rage petered out, his artificial weakness seemingly swamping him all at once. I clicked the silencing effect off.

"You done? Good." I said, ignoring the heavy breathing glare he sent me.

"No, I won't be done until their blood drips from my own dagger." He said though he failed to lead into another rant.

"Do you know anything about who held the Others' leash?" Natasha asked.

"...No. I never met them," Loki admitted, shaking his head ruefully. "They were tools, stepping stones on my path to greatness and power."

Natasha watched him for a moment, silence filling the detention center before she eventually turned and left, nodding subtly to get me to follow her. I paused for a moment before passing a second control unit to one of the stationed battle bots.

"Test to make sure he hasn't replaced himself with another illusion at random intervals between zero and ten minutes," I ordered. "Have him stick his hand through the bars and touch it. Use the taser function if it's an illusion. If he escapes, call me on the communicators immediately."

The bot nodded and I followed after Natasha, who was waiting for me outside in the hall.

"So, how badly did I mess up?" I asked as we walked down the hall, the security door shutting behind us.

"Not bad, you actually did pretty well. Letting him know we aren't on Earth was just giving him the information he didn't need to know. I could have used my mask to pretend to be a naive agent to eke out more information," She explained before shrugging. "I still might, but the option is more limited. Though your lie blocker on that brace made a lot of the advantages of that kind of act kind of pointless. Would you have actually shot him?"

"No. There are voice commands that knock anyone in the cells out like my sleep rings," I explained. "And the band doesn't actually have a way to force the truth out of anyone, especially not at the cost of brain damage."

"I figured," She said with a shrug. "No offense but I don't think you're capable of that in these circumstances."

I honestly didn't know if she was correct or not. I wouldn't want to cause brain damage, but if my materials were a bit more restricted, and I couldn't figure a way to get the truth out of him

"Either way, you did good, especially for your first interrogation," She said, giving me a smile as we walk. "So what's next?"

"Next is we head to the Tesseract containment room and get it in its place. After that, we can see if my portal projector can get us home." I explained, leading us to the bridge, where I had left the Tesseract.

Natasha nodded and it didn't take us long to get to the bridge and grab the Tesseract, which was still stored inside one of the ornate containers. We headed back through the ship, stopping in front of a set of heavy-duty security doors. The doors opened as we stepped in, the room completely empty save the raised platform and plinth in the center of the room.

I quickly made my way to the center plinth, unceremoniously opening the Tesseract's containment vessel, pulling it out with my still armored hand, and quickly sliding it into the perfectly Tesseract-shaped receptacle on the plinth. Immediately the ship began to hum and vibrate with energy, the room glowing with blue energy as the energy of the space stone was drawn out of the Tesseract and distributed throughout the ship. Lines of glowing blue energy ran from the Tesseract, down its containment, and into the floor, as if it was wired directly into the Void Skipper. After a long moment, the ship settled, the vibration and humming fading as it did. The room felt like it was brimming with power.

"C'mon. Back to the bridge," I said, stepping down from the raised platform and out the door. "We need to see how the ship is handling all that energy."

I took Natasha's hand and traveled back to the bridge.

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