"Loki?" Coleson blinked, "but how would she have gotten his? And why wouldn't she have given it back to him?"

"All good questions. Loki did have his powers taken from him according to the reports." Polly said.
"You could ask the same of him." Juno said, referring to Ceres Soul tome.

"I think I will..." Coleson frowned, he turned to Polly, "how are your interrogation skills honey?"

Polly cracked a couple of her fingers, "Only one way to find out."

Juno held her hand out, "You keep that safe ok? Let's go for a walk."
Ceres nodded and took Juno's hand.

"You always were one of the best" Coleson nodded. He lead the way down through the base. This was one of Shield's few and extremely secure stationary facilities that wound deep under ground. Loki, of course, was under top level security. There were three fail-safe doors they had to get through until finally coming to a large cavernous room that held another room of glass at it's very center. Two guards stood outside the glass doors and one was inside, along with one doctor who was currently checking in on Loki.

Loki himself was bound to a table in the center of the glass room. There were bracer-sized, metal cuffs bound to his wrists that secured to the table and each was inscribed with runes. Not to mention the large circular rune that had been carved into the floor surrounding him. They were all anti-magic bindings, keeping him or anyone in the circle from being able to cast a single spell. At the moment however, the god didn't seem like he'd be casting anything anytime soon. His green eyes were unfocused, lolling around the room as though searching for something that wasn't there. There was cold sweat on his brow and his fingers tapped the metal railing with an impulsive twitch. All the crippling signs of withdraw.

"Status report" Coleson spoke to the doctor.

The woman in a lab coat turned and nodded to him, "he's holding steady at 22 cc's of the drug, that's 24 cc's down from where we started at. Just passed the half way point and it's still looking more optimistic than any other patient would be. Mind you, any other patient would be dead ten times over by now" she added, flipping through her chart, "liver function's getting a bit strained but I don't think it'll give out on us"

"Good, I don't think he qualifies for the donor list" Coleson commented, eyeing Loki, "can he hear us?"

"He's been completely unresponsive" the doctor stated, "I doubt he can comprehend much. Except... when I believe he's hallucinating. I've been called..." she checked her notes again, "Frigga, Beslta, Mimir, Tir, Vidar, wench, mortal bitch, immortal witch and 'that incompetent swine of an Azgardian cunt'." she looked up from the page to give Coleson a look before clearing her throat, "The only one he doesn't seem to hate is Frigga, if that's any help at all."

Ceres looked around as Juno and Polly listened to the report and without much thought, slipped her hand out of Juno's and started wandering, skipping and kicking at the dirt on the floor till she came close enough to the glass wall for it to draw her attention.

She placed her hands on the glass, "....Did he do something bad?" Ceres asked.

"Thankfully it seems aside from the obvious longer life and strength, the basics between Azgardians and humans are similar enough..." the doctor trailed as she noticed Loki's eyes had actually settled on something, Ceres.

Those jaded green eyes locked onto Ceres as though there was nothing else in the world and slowly, a little grin touched the asgardian's lips, "you have something of mine." he whispered to her, the runes on the metal bracers around his wrists started to glow red as though being heated drastically.

Ceres stared at him and those eyes and then nodded, "I guess I do." She replied. Juno grabbed Ceres and teleported to the other side of the room, protectively.

Coleson walked around Loki to meet his eyes, "Yes, and you have something of hers" he glared, "Tell us where it is"

Loki eyed Coleson with no recognition for a moment, "... Have we met before?" he asked, then it dawned on him and he grinned again, "Didn't I kill you?"

The sound of cracking knuckles could be heard then two hands slammed down on the table on both sides of Loki's head, as Polly beamed down at him, "Yes, you did... And I'm his wife." Polly said, a rather scary face on.

"Ooooh. She's scary." Ceres whispered quietly.
"...I think we'll stay over here." Juno said softly.

Loki's trailing gaze moved over to look at Polly, "uh oh" he snickered, "did I anger the misses? Guess I should've kill you to" then he looked a little confused, "I didn't think Fimafeng had a wife..."

"Hm, that's a new one" the scientist commented, writing the name now, "he's hallucinating again. It's about as lucid as he gets, thanks to the sedative"

"Can we take him off of it?" Coleson looked to her, they wanted real answers, not ones made up by a drug heavy mind.

"... well..." she hesitated, "the reason he's on it is the added precaution against him breaking the rune-things" clearly she was more scientific rather than magic trained, "but if you think you can handle him otherwise..."

Loki's attention turned to the scientist again, "Is it my time already Hel? I'll give you ten more souls for mine"

"If Juno and I add to the runes he won't be able to get out of this glass room.... Why hasn't Thor been informed of his brother's state? He would surely know what he's referring to when he's tripping out...And how to deal with him when he's not under the influence of the drugs." Polly said, flicking Loki in the nose, getting him to focus again."Where is Ceres Soul Tome, you fruity Prince of Asgard."

Ceres wandered back over to the box after Juno got her to put the green gem back into her chest for safe keeping.

"Thor isn't easy to get a hold of" Coleson replied simply.

"Always with the threats Sif" Loki settled his eyes on Polly, "You know that's never the way to woo answers from me"

Polly looked at Coleson and in a matter of seconds was in her goddess outfit, leaned her upper body beside him, her head in her hand, "And how would you like answers wooed from you, Mr. Loki." She was gonna have to have a shower after this. But if it got answers...

Coleson took a step back to let her work. Loki just grinned, "That's not so hard, now is it? There's nothing wrong with being a little friendly hm?" He tried to move his hand but found himself trapped, breaking his eye contact with her he looked down to see what it was, "what?! Release me this instant! I am a son of Azgard you wench!"

Pallas looked toward Juno who nodded, and quickly set up a magic barrier around the room. If Loki got free he'd be stopped by the barrier.

"Now now, don't be like that. Don't you remember? We're playing a game. A rather clever little game." Pallas said softly

"You never were very good at playing games Sif" Loki growled, "at least not at my level" his eyes flashed red and the runes burned but it was stopped shot as Loki gave a gasp. "Ah! It burns! What did you do to me?!"

"It's almost time for another dose" the scientist mentioned in a quiet voice as Loki squirmed.

Pallas put out her hand to tell the doctor to wait. She sat down on the table and carefully un bound his arms. "I'm sorry." She pouted playfully, "I guess I'm not as clever as you went it comes to games." She sat him up and kissed his wrists gently which began to glow blue as a cooling feeling overcame the burning in his arms. "Is that better, my dear Prince?"

He was starting to feel feverish but Pallas' magic helped against it. "I've been better" he replied, "like say, with free motion of my own limbs." The bracers that were bound to his wrists were not exactly what was keeping him to the table, that was done by a secondary lock so that if he ever did manage to weasel his hands free the runes would still be in place.

Pallas' voice seemed to have a soothing tone to it and her touch brought about a cooling sensation to his warmness. "I'm afraid I can't take those off... Unless..." She trialed off.

"Alright, here it comes" he looked back at her, resting his head against the table, "What is it you want Sif?"

"...Well, it's about trust, my dear Prince. What's to say I let you move about and you just... leave?" She pouted. " You give me something and in return I give you something back." She said laying down beside him, running her fingers up his chest.

His insides were starting to feel like they were being poked at with needles, causing Loki to cringe again he was also starting to look a bit paler than usual, "and yet" he took a few hazard breaths, "you still haven't told me what you want..."

Pallas looked back toward the Doctor, letting her know he was going to need his dozeage soon. "That soul tome you got. Where is it?"

He paused, searching for the answer. The soul tome had been something much more recent to his memory than any of the people he had been hallucinating recently. Here he had thought himself on Azgard somehow but that illusion was slipping as he remembered he couldn't be on Azgard, he'd been cast out and then he had met Ceres, "the goddess' book... how did you know about that Sif?" the burning in his skin was making it's way through Pallas' little touch of magic.

The doctor stepped forward, "he's going to start crashing any second now."