My Bleeding HeartMy Bleeding Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You're a monster!"
"No, you brought the monster."
Natasha smirked as she realized his plan, clueing in whoever was on the receiving end of the intercom. Loki started at her, bewildered.
The red-head grinned as she said, "Thank you, for your cooperation."
Loki banged his fists on the side of his new prison cell, growling in rage silently through his muzzle. The memory and handcuffs seemed to mock him, as they both lingered where they were, in his mind and on his body, unwilling to leave his side. He understood why the bonds frustrated him, but he was unaware as to why the Russian SHIELD agent decided to torment his thoughts.
Those words. It was those wretched words. They echoed in his mind, laughing, mocking him. He swung his arms towards the wall again, taking satisfaction in the deep, resonating clang it made. Loki's eyes wandered to his wrists, eyebrows furrowing when he noticed a thin trail of blood flowing out of the bonds that wrapped his entire forearm and watched it tric