Fireworks || Loki & Lady Loki
The bright lights of the room they were lead into caused Loki to squint and close his eyes against the painful brightness, when his eyes finally adjusted to the fluorescent glare he became aware that he was standing in a stark, white room surrounded by a panel of thick glass windows that gazed out upon the main control room, filled with every sort of computer-like machine. This room appeared to be a medical ward of some sort, for sister Loki had already been lifted onto a rather sad looking gurney and was being rather warily attended to by a pair of medical personnel. Besides them, no one else was in the room except for the serious pair of Avengers guarding the standing Loki.
Suddenly, the door on the far side of the room opened and a rather opposing man charged in, a raging look in his eye patched face.
This must be their leader and organizer, thought the god of mischief, a sly grin forming on his face.
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Loki's lips were pursed in a tight line as a medical team set to work on her legs. She didn't trust any of them here--especially with her health. But seeing as she had no where to go, there was not much she could do but lie there, letting the medics tend to the broken bones. She looked up when the doors opened again and Fury walked in, looking--well--furious. Her lips curled into a smirk.
"Ah, Fury. How has the little ant been?"
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"Shut up," Fury snapped at the Loki lying down, before turning to the other. "Now, do you mind telling me why is it you've decided to not only come back, but to attack our headquarters?"
