As the Avengers personal witch you were bombarded with task and favours daily. Most of the time you didn't mind but took joy in causing chaos and pranks when bored.
Loki being the god of tricks himself admired Y/n's skills in sorcery and mischief...
Shrills of pain emitted through the dark catacomb. Ending with heavy breaths as each needle pierced s/c skin to restart the cries. Not a single eyelash batted away as they watched you writhe in pain, scream for help, mercy, anything.
"Please! Stop-" another dose of pain shot through your arms as blood drew itself out the puncture and down the side. "Pl-" More and more dropped as they took away each thick needle, letting it all ooze out, tossing it to clatter against the metal tray.
"Quiet, we are doing you good,"
"You're hurting me!" Salt streams fell along your bruised face.
"We are saving you!" Two metal patches were attached to your temple, mouth clasped open with a contraption which tasted of copper.
"Charging up, commencing now," searing pain entered your mind, nearly tossing you into unconsciousness before letting your gain awareness again and repeating.
~~~
"What is it, child?" Loki rushed from his seat in the tower lounge to Mama, kissing her hand lightly. His eyes landed on Lydia who was looking concerned.
"Let's talk in private,"
"I'm old enough to know, Loki," Lydia pleads. "Where is Y/n?"
"She needs to know too, what you share with me is shared with her," Mama brings Lydia forward as Loki nods and holds back flooding tears, breaking at the gates.
"Y/n is gone, I tried a tracking spell, Stark has tried tracking her phone, we found the device smashed in an alley along with supplies she had bought," They all sit down on the couches with the others.
"Have you tried every tracking spell?"
"Many, the first I used was a blood map tracking spell, but the map burned up in red flames,"
"Red flames? Protection magic,"
"And very old, I'm aware," Loki ran a fidgeting hand through his hair, Mama placing her own on his bouncing knee.
"Calm down, your panicking will do no good," Mama Delphine soothes, her velvet voice stopping Loki's anxiety. "Now I assume you asked around, checked the store she visited and such?"
"We have, ma'am, Peter is swinging around a few more times in case he sees her," Cap assures.
"That's good-"
"No it's not," Lydia mumbles, holding back her own tears.
"Oh, witchling," Loki took the girl onto his lap and wiped away any escaping water works. "We must try everything,"
"But she isn't in the city anymore,"
"How are you so sure?" Thor asks from beside Loki.
"The witch hunters took her," Lydia sniffles. "W-when I was studying Salem Y/n told me about the protection magic they used to stop tracing... She always said maps burned in red flames,"
"Witch hunters still exist?"
"Y/n didn't want to scare me anymore but I found a book in the library that said a group still exists that hunts down witches to purify them-" Lydia sucks in a breath in shock, remembering the accounted details of encounters from survivors.
"Lydia, my dear, what is it?" Loki moved away the ginger hair and Lydia looked up with puffy eyes. "What else do you know?"
~~~
"You will be purified, you will be reborn and allowed into the light,"
"Judgement day is upon you, and we shall rid you of sin,"
"The Judge will be pleased and you will thank us,"
Blood dribbled from your lips, splattering on the ground as the only thing you focused on. Catching your breath, your face was grasped tightly and lifted to meet the eyes of the leader.
The man who had brought you here.
Victor.
No not Victor as in your ex, close considering they were both assholes but this was Victor Parris, direct descendant of Samuel Parris.
"You will be pure again, Y/n," collecting as much as you could, you spit your blood in his face causing him to cry and fall back.
"Suck a dick, Parris,"
"Wench!" Another crack struck you across the face. "You will thank us,"
"Question... Exactly how many people have you successfully purified?" You snicker as his face fell. "Fun times,"
"We have provided the court with pure souls, but none have passed the judge's expectations so they have been discarded of," This time you drained of colour. Their footsteps faded down the hall.
"When they find me you'll be hanged!" You laugh through your fear. "Just like your dumbass ancestor did to mine!"
Once the oak door slammed shut, however far down the hall it was, you let the tears fall out your glass like eyes. Whimpers escaped with every tug at the restraints you pulled.
Whatever they were holding you back with had drained you immensely, this definitely wasn't their first witch.
"Dammit," focusing on your breathing, you find yourself staring into the dark, the candles burning out slowly. "Come on, Loki... guys... where are you?"
~~~
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
