Being so close to him and able to clearly see some of his features... he looked so familiar. Where had you seen him before? His eyes were really the only thing you could see along with a few strands of brown hair... Deep chocolate brown iris's... and the more you thought of it, the more you began to recognise his voice. Could he be the same man? No... Surely not... The man you thought of was terrifying, his voice was rough and cold and his eyes were lifeless... This couldn't be the same man from the meeting the other day.
"Barnes..." you murmured to yourself, trying to remember what Loki had called the man. You could have sworn you saw his lips quirk upwards through the material over his chin.
"You were meant to return to the other girls, but you will be safe here; Thor will make sure of that." His brown eyes quickly darted over to the cell next to your own. A shadowed figure moved in the dim light sluggishly, almost as if they had just been woken up.
You turned back to the guard, but he was gone, and the door to the hallway shut behind them. You felt thoroughly confused. Why were you in a cell instead of back at the share room with the other girls? Why were those two guards willing to risk themselves to protect you from The Teacher? Your head began to spin, to stop yourself from falling the small distance to the ground you chose to willingly lie down.
"Are you feeling unwell?" the accent to the voice reminded you of Loki, but the tone was kinder and voice gruffer... You looked up. The shadowed figure was completely in view now. It really was Thor. His golden hair was a mess, and his skin covered in a fine layer of dirt and grime, but it was definitely him, it was the same God of Thunder you had seen all those months ago on the news trying to stop Loki.
"Why...?" you asked, trying to sit back up. "Why would they help me? Why do you care if I am unwell?!" your (e/c) eyes met with his icy blue ones and you could tell he was absolutely stunned. Had your emotions and mind become so warped that you had forgotten about basic human decency? No...That wasn't it. There was no human decency in this place.
"Not everyone in Loki's den serves him." He said, leaning on the metal bars between your cells. It took you a moment to understand what he was implying,
"Traitors? Here?" you asked cynically, not believing a word. Okay, great, so your willingness to trust people has also diminished... Thor sighed softly,
"It doesn't matter right now, all you need to know is that there are people who want to help everyone Loki has captured... They will get you and everyone else out of here." The strain in his voice made you want to believe him; hell, he was giving you exactly what you had hoped for since Loki took over. Hope. Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes. He was giving you a light at the end of a dark and dangerous tunnel, so why did the prospect of being saved make your chest ache so much? You felt the cool tears slip down your cheeks. Were you really willing to let such simple words shake your resolve, after resigning to your fate? "What is your name?" he asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.
"(N-Name)..." you stuttered through the tears that gradually began to stop. Though your eyes were still waterlogged, you could see softness in Thor's eyes that drew you deeper and deeper into his gaze.
"Well, Lady (Name), seeing as you are going to be here for a little while, would you care to tell me a little about yourself?" he asked with a kind smile. You didn't want to delve into your past, but you didn't want to linger on the present, nor dream of the future... you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded,
"Okay..." you said, shifting around to face him more, "what would you like to know?