Lost and Found

Chapter Ten: We Don't Talk Anymore

I just found out a few days ago that I had a spelling error in my username. Oops :/ I fixed it, so my username is now AsgardianAvenger2. I hope I didn't confuse anyone by changing it. This chapter is a bit more light-hearted than the other chapters, so enjoy! :)

Chapter Ten: We Don't Talk Anymore

The procedure had already started. Amora stood at the front of the room with a gleeful look on her face as the Hydra scientists dove into their work.

Already, Sigyn was beginning to feel lightheaded and a little unfocused. She lost track of how many times she and the kids were injected with some sort of medicine or serum - it was probably the latter.

Despite all this, Fenris - ever the jokester, even in the face of death - wouldn't stop talking. He would ramble on about some random fact or trivia that he knew. This had been going on for a couple hours, and the only break that Fenris took was when one particular injection caused him to black out for a minute. If his plan was to annoy the scientists, then it was clearly working. Sigyn could make out their quiet complaints as Fenris asked questions like a persistent toddler.

"What's that for?" Fenris asked as another needle filled with a clear liquid poked through his skin.

"It's a formula," the scientist muttered in reply.

Fenris raised an eyebrow as he watched the liquid disappear into his arm. "Is is organic? Sleipnir is vegan, so it's gotta be organic or he won't touch it. Even though were technically Asgardians, we still gotta be careful about what we put in our bodies," Fenris quipped.

On the other side of the room, Sleipnir rolled his eyes and called out: "I don't eat meat, Fenris. Everything else is fine."

Fenris shrugged as far as his restraints would let him go. "Whatever you say big bro." He turned his head to look at the scientist next to him and whispered loudly, "He's a horse, you know, so it's understandable why he doesn't eat meat. I still think it's a little weird since I love bacon. Who doesn't like bacon? And steak? Ooh, grilled steak wrapped in bacon is the best! Have you ever tried it? You should try it." Fenris paused. "Speaking of food, I'm hungry. Do you have a snack? All this lying down is quite exhausting; I can't feel my toes right now and that is quite concerning. Does that have anything to do with what you're putting in me?"

Sigyn stifled a laugh as the scientist groaned and moved away from Fenris. She was glad that he had found someone else to annoy, rather than herself and his siblings.

"Hey, mister!" Fenris called after the oldest scientist who was sorting files at his desk on the other side of the room. "Could you get me a snack? I know that this isn't a five-star hotel with room service, but since we're so patient with you while you turn us into mindless drones, the least you could do is give us a snack."

The scientist shook his head and turned back to his files.

Fenris sniffed the air. "Hey, mister, you smell sick. When was the last time you've been to a doctor? I think you should get checked out," Fenris said and sniffed the air again. "Yeah, you gotta get that checked out; you have stage three lung cancer."

"By the Norns, Fenris!" Hela spoke up. "You just can't tell someone that!"

"But its true!" Fenris whined. "That's really serious for humans."

The oldest scientist slammed his stack of paper down and turned to glare at Fenris. "How did you know?" he rasped angrily.

"I'm a wolf, duh. Of course I can tell by smelling you. Sorry if it seems weird, but you know what they say about dogs. If dogs can smell illnesses, why can't wolves? Dogs descended from wolves, it's only fair that wolves have the same sense of smell. Naturally, wolves aren't inclined to help humans, but whatever," Fenris explained. "Actually, I don't know if you should get that checked out, since you're the bad guy and all..."