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Dive into a Land Unknown: Chapter 4

The very next day, some time after dawn, all of the inmates were rudely awakened by the sound of footsteps followed by a door being slammed open.

Multiple pairs of eyes looked up and zeroed in on the huge canine-vulpine figure walking down the dark hall with some type of cargo in his hands, whistling a happy tune under his breath.

They thought nothing more of it, figuring that the guard was bringing some more items down to either reinforce the seals around their cells or drain their energy dry like he does every other day—when he doesn’t send someone else down to do it for him on the days he can’t that is.

So when he passed their cells and said not a damn thing to them, the majority of the inmates went back to sleep. They didn’t want to deal with hearing the creature’s bullshit or see him taunting some other poor soul in their cell.

And they won’t.

However, the ones who decided to stay awake took a closer look at what he was carrying.

‘Is that... / No way...!’

Their eyes went wide in shock at the supposed cargo in his arms right as the lights next to their doors flickered on when he walked past their cells.

‘It is!’

There, hanging upside down on the tall creature’s back and being carried by his two long bushy tails, was Miles Tails Prower, beat up with his eyes closed to the world. The poor mobian fox was unconscious, unaware of the many eyes looking at him and his companions —an equally beat up Shadow the Hedgehog and a black-purple and silver humanoid dragon with yellow and various tones of blue markings in similar condition—, in complete surprise.

It was hard to believe that those two, especially the Ultimate Lifeform, from that famous mobian hero group managed to get captured by someone not named Dr. Eggman considering how strong and resilient they were.

But the sight in front of them was very much real.

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“I can’t believe Tails and Shadow got caught by that monster too,” a feminine voice whispered.

“Well it sucks to say this, but I guess we all got unlucky with that guy running around and capturing people or creatures of interest for god knows what,” a masculine voice said from the back wall with a huff.

“Yeah…” a pair of emerald green eyes stared worriedly at the two mobians moving farther and farther away from her and turned around, facing the one who spoke. He was a tall human with short dirty blond hair and blue eyes. And he was sitting down next to a young light blond haired, green eyed woman with pigtails, looking at the thing —a purple and pink doll with green eyes to be exact— hovering above her head in slight wonder. “We sure did get unlucky, Leon,” she said to him with a forlorn sigh.

“Don’t worry Miss Amy,” the light blond haired woman gave her a tiny smile in reassurance. “I’m sure that once we figure something out, we’ll all be able to get out of here.”

“And maybe kick that guy’s butt while we’re at it,” the doll added quietly with barely concealed glee.

Amy, despite her poor mood, smiled back at her cellmates and covered her mouth, hiding a giggle behind her gloved hands.

It had been at least nine days since they all arrived here together in this dungeon and even though she hadn’t known them for very long, the company of her cellmates wasn’t that bad. In fact, they were all good people.

And so polite too.

They always made sure to cheer her up whenever her mood goes south, and in return, she does the same thing for them whenever they get moody. Plus, it helped that she wasn’t alone in all of this.

...Or left to her thoughts for a long period of time, which she found was not a good thing.

Well, in her book at least.

“I hope so, Elize. Teepo...” Amy replied to them, after moving her hands away, even though her eyes trailed over onto their last cellmate who was currently laying down on the cot in the corner. It was another human...only this one was two inches shorter than Leon and had short black hair with a single yellow tipped bang that was curved up and above his head. ‘And I hope you regain some of your strength and energy back soon, Wingul. You’re in much worse shape than any one of us here…’ she stared at his sweating, weak form for a few moments until it became too much for her to see. ‘Just like…’ she turned back around and looked out beyond the steel bar door, staring at the dark cell across from them, which held a sleeping huge orange fox with nine tails inside. ‘...Just like that Vergil guy, Loki guy, and a few others in their own cells. They’re all suffering down here, and there’s really nothing much we can do to help them.’

Amy closed her eyes and lowered her head, hiding the expression on her face as she placed her gloved hands in her lap and balled them into fists, clenching them so tightly that fabric of the material let out a small squeak in protest.

‘I hate it.’

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Another day, another morning filled with nothing of interest or importance. How irritating. All of it was the same to Vergil. Very trying and grueling. It wasn’t going to help his overall mood improve, not while being stuck in this dreadful place and not while being stuck inside of this damn cell with a flirtatious bat and one of Dante’s friends.

While it’s true that he had nothing against Mary as he had worked with her on a few demon hunting missions before, and enjoyed them with her as his partner much to his surprise, she can still be a pain in the ass to deal with sometimes.

Lucky for him, the devil huntress hasn’t bothered him that much in the short amount of time they’ve been in here. It was his other cellmate, the G.U.N. agent one, he had to worry about. Since the other night and yesterday morning, she’d been nagging him with questions left and right. And when he didn’t answer all of them and only a few just to humor her, hoping that she’d get the hint to leave him alone after that, she ignored it and tried making sweet conversations with him.

It also didn’t help that she tried to get cozy with him—and she did that by flashing smiles at him...with a compliment or two thrown in there, which he spotted a mile away. The half-devil did not appreciate that one bit, and he told her so. But in a not-so-kind manner that nearly left the bat in tears.

He knew his words had hurt Rouge because he got attacked by Mary, who overheard it all, and received hell from her. He also realized that the bat only did that because she was nervous out of her mind. And to keep her from driving him crazy with her fidgeting and stop his fellow devil hunter from glaring at him into oblivion, he sucked up his pride and apologized to Rouge.

Vergil wouldn’t admit it, but he was thankful that the atmosphere between them had settled down and went back to normal.

He also didn’t talk much after that, preferring to regain some of his energy back with little cat naps here and there.

So he left the two ladies to interact with each other instead of him, and it worked out perfectly.

Everything had been going so well for him—with the dungeon being in a state of peaceful silence and everyone minding their own business.

...That is until he felt Jane’s aura explode.

The sudden presence, despite how far away it was from their location, of the woman’s demonic energy had both him and Mary raising their brows. And it didn’t take that long for the whole dungeon to explode into chatter—especially after their little slip-up.

Some of them became interested in their words. However, that only happened after a certain someone in the cell across from theirs opened his mouth and talked. He had no idea why the God of Thunder’s little brother wanted information on Jane’s Devil Mode, but he wasn’t going to give it to him—not after that sudden spark of emotion he caught in the god’s eyes when Mary answered his question and gave him nothing further.

The half-devil was suspicious and so was his fellow devil hunter. By acting the way they were towards Loki, it didn’t take very long for Rouge to catch what was going on, and even though he could see that she was curious as well, she wasn’t going to ask. Not while the God of Mischief was up and speaking to them. He could see that she was suspicious of the guy as well.

Vergil knew what the god was capable of, battle wise and intellectual wise, so he gave him the silent treatment. And so did Mary. They weren’t going to tell him anything personal about their friend other than what the public already knows.

After all, they had no idea what Loki wanted with Jane. And they had no idea why he tried to seek her out before New York’s invasion two years ago, which they wouldn’t have known in the first place if it hadn't been for one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents and Tony Stark who told them that bit of news.

“Oh no…” Rouge’s voice broke Vergil out of his thoughts. “They got caught too,” he looked up to see their giant guard dump Shadow and Jane’s bodies unceremoniously into, to his complete surprise and anger, Loki’s cell.

“Shit!” he heard Mary quietly curse next to him. “Why did that bastard stick her in his cell?”

“I don’t know! But with Loki’s other cellmates, Tony and that mysterious Jude guy, and Shadow now in there, I guess they can keep Loki from bothering her too much,” Rouge whispered to her.

‘Not like that’s going to stop him. That god seems to do whatever he wants,’ Vergil’s eyes narrowed into slits. His body tensed when the guard turned around and walked up to their cell. ‘What is he—’

Before any of them could react, the canine-vulpine creature opened the door and tossed Tails inside, pointing his grin and clawed finger right at him.

“Vergil!” Lady whisper-shouted in shock when the spiky white haired man crumbled to the ground in front of her, coughing up specks of blood while Rouge caught the two-tailed fox and sat him down. “Why you…” she looked up and glared at the creature right as he shut their cell door closed.

“Don’t think for a single moment that I didn’t notice the little bit of energy you regained back, half-demon,” the tall creature said, watching Vergil slowly drag himself halfway up with his head down, still coughing out blood. “Be thankful I’ve decided not to drain you completely of your energy like I did with the one behind me. The fool really thought he could trick me with his illusions, but it was all for naught,” he gestured to the cell behind him with a harsh laugh.

Vergil opened his eyes and slightly raised his head, spotting the God of Mischief —who was now a black and white hawk with green striped feathers— up ahead. He was currently out cold and sprawled on the floor next to the creator of Iron Man and Jude, who was a young man with medium-length spiky black hair and amber eyes. “I wouldn’t worry about that foolish Norse god. He’s alive and well...” the half-devil fully raised his head, wiped the blood off his chin, and gave him a blank stare all in one go. “Hmm, actually...not really hehe,” he squashed the urge to raise a brow at the tall figure’s somewhat sheepish tone. “Oh well, he’ll live!” the creature shrugged nonchalantly.

Vergil inwardly snorted. He couldn’t care less about the state Loki was in seeing as he didn’t like him very much or trust him. The guy could suffer for all he cares—especially after annoying the hell out of him and Mary yesterday, but he didn’t wish for his death knowing that there would be hell to pay from a certain older brother of Loki’s if that ever happened. He didn’t hate him enough for that.

Besides, he had other things on his mind to worry about. And the one at the forefront of his brain right now was his current situation.

‘This is getting ridiculous!’ he growled in anger.

He was furious—no, seething on the inside at this pathetic vermin in front of him. And he was furious at himself for letting this thing beat him. Over and over again. Damn it! If only he was able to keep some of his energy from being stolen…

...If only he had Yamato on him.

...If only he wasn’t so weak and in great pain right now.

“Now play nice with each other, y’all. Toodles!”

Vergil, Lady, Rouge, and the two men watched their guard with cold eyes as he turned on his heel and left their sight, whistling that damn cheery tune of his.

‘Very well, he’ll be the first to go once we find a way out of here,’ the half-devil vowed to himself, trying but failing to wave off Mary’s concern. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was far too tired to want to argue with her or do anything else really…

Except go to sleep.

And he did exactly just that, completely missing what the devil huntress had just said to him as he felt his exhausted body fall back into hers.

‘Wait...’

Before he completely blacked out though, his last thoughts were:

‘Why does Jane’s aura feel a bit off today? There’s something different about it, but I don’t know what it is. And why does that hedgehog’s aura feel demonic when he’s no demon at all?’

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“I told Reindeer Games that would be a bad idea, but did he listen? No, he didn’t!” the brown haired man sighed, staring at the large bird lying in front of him and next to Shadow and the dragon lady. “He’s just as stubborn as Point Break,” he turned his attention to the cell across from theirs to see Rouge lay Tails down on the empty cot in the corner and see Lady fussing at Vergil as she dragged him over to the wall and propped him up against it. “I have to wonder if all Asgardian Gods are stubborn or if it’s just those two brothers?” he mumbled, crossing his chained arms over his chest.

“I wouldn’t know, Tony. I don’t personally know Loki or his brother,” the black spiky haired man said with a small shrug.

Tony looked over and shook his head at Jude.

“Oh yeah. I guess you wouldn’t, Kid,” he turned his attention to the humanoid dragon in front of him, ignoring the younger man’s comment of “I told you to stop calling me that!” in favor of studying one of his new cellmates. “So this is supposed to be Jane huh? I find that hard to believe. But I did hear a weird rumor from somewhere that she can transform into a dragon demon of sorts.”

Jude said nothing and shrugged again.

“Eh, whatever. I’ll ponder on that thought later when I’m...not...so…” Tony trailed off with a yawn.

The spiky black haired man looked up to see his cellmate sit back against the wall and close his eyes. “Sleep well, Tony,” he said to the older man softly.

“Same to you, Jude.”

“Got it…” he said to himself.

Ten minutes later, after the whole dungeon became enshrouded in silent darkness, Jude closed his own eyes and went back to sleep.

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Somewhere in another area...

“You sure this plan of yours is going to work?”

“..........”

Sitting high up in a large tree next to each other and hiding from the local wildlife and monsters roaming around in the swamp-like valley below them, there were two silhouetted figures.

The shorter one had ruby red eyes and was flipping a small emerald green gem up and down in his left hand while the taller one had yellow-orange eyes shrouded in red sclera and was looking at the sun rising above the horizon in the far distance.

“Well, Jane?” he asked, looking at the relaxed smile on his companion’s face with slight impatience.

That smile soon transformed into a fanged smirk when she turned her head and looked at him.

“Yes it will, Shadow,” the pseudo devil woman stated firmly.

Then she turned back around to watch the view. A view that she found just as beautiful as the stars.

“The Doppelgangers are in place. Now all we have to do is just wait.”

“Good,” he said, putting his prized possession away.

“In the meantime though,” Jane turned to look at the hedgehog, taking care not to scratch the bark up with her wings as she shifted in her seat. “You wanna learn how to mix different substances and create different kinds of potions? Build something out of recyclable materials and the items lying around in this area?” she asked, grabbing his hands and squeezing them with an excited gleam in her inhuman eyes.

Shadow blinked, a bit caught off guard by her sudden mood change, and looked down at their joined hands for a few moments.

‘What a strange, cheerful woman Jane is,’ he mused to himself with an inward sigh. ‘But that seems to be who she really is deep down inside. And oddly enough, I don’t have a problem with that.’

A small noise of amusement left his lips as he raised his head up and looked at the woman who was slowly becoming his friend.

Not that he’ll ever admit it.

...Yet.

“Why not,” he squeezed back before letting go. “Show me what you can do.”

The smile Shadow received in return was bright enough to light up the whole sky and, apparently, his mood.

“Shadow.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad we’re not fighting anymore.”

—Silence—

“So am I.”

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Like many days, the God of Mischief always found himself on the edge, stuck between reality and the land of dreams. Never truly awake and never truly asleep. He always landed somewhere in the middle of the two. Every single freaking time. And he hated it, for many reasons actually. He can even think of a few at the top of his head right now: he was never really aware of his surroundings one hundred percent of the time or aware of what his cellmates were talking about the majority of the time, he never had enough seidr to do anything other than cast simple illusions either on himself or around the cell, and he was always so, so tired.

It made him cranky and, to his immerse displeasure, reckless. Now the raven haired god never considered himself to be a short-tempered person or very talkative for that matter (that was Thor’s sort of thing thank you very much), but it seems as if something has changed here.

He's developed a little short fuse, and it has gotten worse over the long period of time he's been down here in this strange world. It also didn't help that he got stuck with a bunch of mortals and creatures he was both familiar with and not familiar with in a dingy dungeon, surrounded on all sides with their many different auras and their strange yet powerful energy sources in the dark no less.

It made him both curious and cautious. Made him a bit claustrophobic too.

He’d be damned to admit this to anyone or out loud to himself, but he was scared. Really scared. Truthfully and rightfully so.

Still, he would never let that fear of his control him. He refused to.

So he squashed all of that by bugging his cellmates and everyone else in the near vicinity via sending a double in their cells through teleportation. He mocked them and riled them up in every possible way he could think of, for as long as he was able to even. And to be honest, it wasn’t much, given his weakened state and reserves of course.

Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. Loki had to give credit to ones who didn’t fall for his tricks. Or his silver-tongue. They were the smart ones who didn’t budge or blink at his attempts to insult them.

But the ones who didn’t know any better or hadn’t caught onto his little game however?

Oh he went in.

It was glorious.

He took great pleasure in needling them, and he smiled wickedly when they flew into irritation—or rage. It was something that he was good at. And it was something that he did to pass the time so that he wouldn’t succumb to boredom or anger, which a few had taken advantage of already.

Like that half-demon fellow named Vergil and his Midgardian friend named Lady. It irritated the hel out of him when they wouldn’t answer his questions about Thor’s little mortal yesterday. And the two had the gall to sit there, acting all smug and having silent conversations with one another, trading sly glances in his direction every so often while he sat in the corner and drowned in his own irritation with a cloud of misery above his head.

What was so bad about wanting to find out something about someone like Dr. Foster huh? It’s not like he was going to hurt the woman or anything. He merely wanted to satisfy his own curiosity and learn more about the mortal who grabbed his oaf of a brother’s attention. He had no plans for her or any ill intentions towards her—well, at least not anymore he didn’t. But in their defense, he supposed that they, along with S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, didn’t know that. He could understand their concerns.

But now that he was working alongside those heroes—as part of his punishment for attempting to take over Midgard, it wouldn’t hurt for them to drop those concerns of theirs.

‘They should be thankful that I’m not interested in the woman for other reasons. If I was a lesser man with not a shred of humanity in me or if I was a despicable, vile being who had questionable morals, I would’ve snatched her up and kept her for myself. Break her even. But I would never stoop that low. I refuse to.’

Loki opened his eyes and slowly yet carefully rolled onto his side, then stood up with little to no difficulty.

‘And for those who want to think of me as such will be tossed into the void.’

He looked down, noticing the black and green feathers on his body instead of pale skin and the long chain —which was connected to the ground in the middle of the cell— wrapped around his stomach, then looked up. The cell around him was dark, and he could hear the soft sounds of snoring coming from Stark and Jude behind him and from somewhere nearby—probably up front and closer to the dungeon’s main door entrance.

The God of Mischief sighed, a bit disappointed that his illusion shattered the moment he got robbed of his seidr again. He knew that damn guard of theirs was the one who did it. He also knew that it was a foolish idea to ambush the creature the second he stepped inside the cell with that bat mobian’s friends and that dragon demon lady in his arms.

Stark did try to warn him earlier, but he didn’t listen. He was just so angry, so furious at the huge canine-vulpine creature that he wanted to take a shot at him despite how weak he felt at that moment in time.

So he did.

And to no one’s surprise, he, Loki, the God of Mischief, Lies, and Chaos, failed spectacularly.

In the end, he got humiliated. He got drained completely of his magic and knocked face down to the ground in one hit, with his body sprawled out in front of his cellmates no less.

Hel, he literally blacked out from the attack!

And thankfully, he was only knocked out for two minutes.

If it hadn't been the rising volume of Stark's voice, he would've stayed knocked out much longer.

“No wait…” a low voice in front of him broke the god out of his thoughts.

Loki looked up to see the humanoid dragon lady mumbling something with a small glow around her.

“...Come back pretty little stars…”

He raised an invisible brow at her strange words, and yet, they tugged at something in his brain.

‘I wonder…’ he cocked his head to the side, staring suspiciously at the apparent dreaming dragon lady.

“No...Don’t run away…”

‘This voice...’ curious at the scene taking place before him, Loki stalked over to her side, fully aware of Stark stirring awake behind him. ‘Her voice sounds a little familiar. Where have I heard it before?’

“The stars…!” she mumbled in her sleep, louder this time—but not too loud.

‘Could this be who I think it is?’ daringly, he jumped up with a quiet flap of his wings and landed on the humanoid dragon demon’s chest, making himself comfortable on his new perch seconds later. ‘Is this—’

“What are you doing, Rock of Ages?”

Loki wanted to laugh at the surprised tone and wariness in the man’s tired voice, but he didn’t want to wake everyone else up, so he settled with a grin instead—one that Stark couldn’t see clearly in the dark.

“[Nothing nefarious I assure you, Stark. You can go back to dreamland now. I can tell that you’re practically half-asleep on your feet.]”

He completely ignored the burning stare boring into the back of his head and went back to watching the dragon lady who’d stopped her mumbling and was now sleeping quietly with a peaceful look on her face.

It won’t be long until she wakes up from the pressure sitting on her chest.

And once she does, he’ll be there, looming and waiting from above.

To greet her, scare her, or peck her, that is the question here.

“Loki…” Tony spoke lowly in warning, catching a gleam of something he didn’t like in the large bird’s green eyes, and he moved away from his spot up against the wall.

A sly smirk was the only thing the brown haired man received back in response.

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