Loki looked at Vers, seeing the turmoil in her eyes. She didn't know what to believe anymore. What she had taken for granted, what she had believed whole-heartedly, had ultimately been a lie, a betrayal of the highest order.
He felt a surprising kinship with her in that moment, having suffered a similar betrayal of trust by his own adoptive parents.
His eyes softened. "Do you want to know what really happened?" he offered.
"What?" Vers asked, furrowing her brows in confusion as she looked up at Loki. Was it something he could really do? Give her back her memories? Just like that?
"Do you want your memories back?" Loki repeated.
"It's that simple?" Vers asked, feeling a level of vulnerability she hadn't felt before. "You can just do that, wave your hand, and that's it?" She asked skeptically.
"Yes and no," Loki replied patiently. "I can easily return your memories to you, but don't expect them to make you whole, or to give you a greater clarity or understanding of yourself."
Vers looked at Loki, surprised to see a vulnerability in his eyes. It was subtle, just below the surface, but was unmistakable, hinting at painful memories from his own past.
"Sometimes a lie is preferable to the cold, hard truth of certainty," Loki continued, running his fingers through Vers's hair.
Vers stared at the ground, wrestling with the unexpected choice presented to her. She had always been curious about her past, before the Kree found her, but the truth of Loki's words echoed in her mind. What if she didn't like what she found? What if she was better off not knowing?
A long moment passed between them as Vers weighed the possibilities, but eventually her natural curiosity, and her need to know the truth won out. "I want my memories back," she decided.
Loki nodded, pulling out the mind stone as he connected their minds together, the stone pulsating with yellow light as he dove into her memories.
He looked into her mind, seeing the glowing white threads of light crisscrossing her mindscape. Each of them connected at multiple points and spreading out in all directions like a giant spiderweb.
The blocked memories were easy to find, sections of thread darker than the others, less vibrant. He reached out, touching each of them, watching as they lit up again, one by one.
There were a lot of memories, far more than he expected to find, but with the aid of the mind stone, he slowly reactivated all of them.
***
Vers blinked. One second she was laying across Loki's lap, the other she was in a void of white light. She looked around for landmarks, but could only see a white light in every direction.
She took a tentative step, seeing ripples form under her feet as she moved forward. "Loki!" She called out, cupping her hands around her mouth, wondering where he went, only to hear her own voice echoing back.
"Great," she sighed sarcastically, sitting down cross-legged as she wondered what she was supposed to do. Loki said he would return her memories, so where was he?
She was just about to stand up and look for Loki again when a string of light appeared in front of her. She looked at it curiously, poking it with the tip of her finger.
Vers gasped as a flood of memories hit her all at once. "Carol… my name is Carol Danvers," she spoke out loud, making the connection between her last name and what the Kree called her.
Another string appeared, intersecting with the first, and just like before, she reached out and tapped it.
Another flood of memories hit her, this time much more dense than the previous one as she remembered her mother, Marie Danvers.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered her mother, a kind, and soft-spoken woman, with chestnut brown hair she often wore in a messy bun, loose strands of hair framing her face and an easygoing smile on her lips. She always wore flowing dresses, usually pastel colored or with flower prints.
She remembered the smell of cookies, the ones her mother always made. The smell of the earth, and the flowers in the garden her mother took care of.
Another set of memories blossomed: tea parties with her mother, stuffed animals all around the living room as they sipped pretend tea, laughing and talking with imaginary friends.
Helping her mother in the garden, planting flowers and vegetables, learning how to nurture and take care of them.
Playing dress up, her mother making her a princess costume, and how she twirled around the living room, daydreaming about her handsome prince, how she and her mother decorated the living with paper flowers they made for their tea parties.
Vers felt tears of joy roll down her cheeks as the sequence of memories ended, and she reclaimed an important piece of herself.
Another string appeared, and she eagerly touched it, hoping for more of the same. This time she remembered the name of her father, Joseph Danvers, but the sequence of memories that unfolded didn't have the same warmth as her mothers.
She pictured her father, a man with dark hair, short with a few streaks of gray at his temples. She remembered the stern expression he always wore, his broad shoulders, and calloused hands.
There was a distance between them. He was always preoccupied with work, and when he was at home, their conversations were short and to the point. He wasn't unkind, but rarely laughed or played with her.
More memories blossomed of her and her father, of them going to the park, how she wanted him to push her on the swings, but he had been distracted, watching as a father and son played catch.
Another memory surfaced of her father in the garage. He was fixing the car, but when she asked if he needed help, he handed her a broom, and patted her on the head, telling her to clean in the corner while he worked on the car himself.
She remembered the sting of disappointment she felt as she quietly walked back inside the house, her father not even looking up as she left.
Then the final memory in the sequence, a conversation she overheard between her mother and father. It was late at night. She had a nightmare, and ran to her parent's room, but when she got there, she heard quiet whispering. She stopped, her curiosity peaked as she listened in on her parent's conversation, hearing only snippets of their conversation.
Her father's voice was low, and defeated, "I just wish… it would have been… a son, to at least carry on the family name."
Then she heard her mother, her voice soft and comforting. "It's a miracle we have Carol. You remember what the doctor said? We nearly lost her too…. Complications… can't have more children."
Carol remembered how her heart sank at the revelation, a swell of grief as she finally understood why she didn't have any siblings. It was the reason her father was so distant with her. She felt a gnawing guilt as she blamed herself for what happened.
Vers came back to herself as the sequence of memories ended, still feeling a sobering grief as her memories reintegrated themselves in her mind.
Another string appeared, intersecting with the others. She reached out, touching it more tentatively this time, hoping that this new sequence of memories would improve her relationship with her father.
She was in her room, a little older this time, nine years old, her brows furrowed as she worked on her math homework, trying to finish so she could go to the store with her mother.
Carol could faintly hear her mother moving around in the kitchen, then her footsteps as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom door. Her mother opened the door poking her head inside.
"Still at it, sweetheart?" Marie asked, a warm smile on her face.
"Almost," Carol replied, looking up from her homework. "Just another seven math problems and I'm done," she said, returning her mother's smile.
"Ok sweetheart," Marie said, looking down at her watch. "Why don't you stay back and finish? I'll be back in no time."
Carol nodded, feeling a little guilty about not finishing in time, but looking forward to helping her mother make the cake for dessert.
The memory moved forward. Carol had finished her homework and was sitting on the front steps of the house, eagerly waiting for her mother to come home. She checked her watch, wondering what was taking her so long to come home.
She heard the phone ring inside the house, and went to answer it, but when she arrived, her father already had the phone in his hand. She looked at him curiously, feeling something was wrong.
Her father's knuckles were white as he gripped the phone tightly, but he wasn't saying anything.
"Dad?" she called out, the fear creeping into her voice. "What's wrong?" She asked, afraid to hear the answer.
That was when her father turned to face her. His face was pale, his breath hitching in his throat as he looked at her with watery eyes. Then he broke down, sinking to his knees. "Marie…" he got out. "She's… there was an accident," he said, his voice cracking, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Carol's heart dropped as she looked at her father. "…What? She's ok.. right? When is she coming home?" she asked, clinging to the hope that her mother would walk through the door any second now, and everything would be ok.
She watched as her father shook his head, tears still spilling from his eyes. "She.. Your mother.. She didn't make it," he choked out.
The world around Carol crumbled as the words sunk in. Time stood still as she felt a heavy weight settle on her chest. She had always felt safe and loved by her mother, and now she was gone. It crushed her, sending her into a tidal wave of grief.
"Mom!" Carol screamed, collapsing to the floor beside her father, tears streaming down her cheeks as the warmth of their home evaporated, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss and grief.
As her father hugged her tight, Carol knew their lives would never be the same again.
As the memory sequence ended, Vers felt a wetness on her cheeks as she relived the grief of the most painful moment of her life all over again. She sat there silently; the tears streaming down her face, time feeling meaningless as the pain washed over all over again.
When she looked up through blurry eyes, she could see another string, another sequence of memories. She wiped her tears, staring at it for a long time, not even sure if she wanted to continue, but slowly, the memories settled in her mind.
She could feel the time between when the memory happened and the present, blunting her grief, and allowing her to process the pain.
She reached out again, touching the new memory string, hoping that it would be better than the last, hoping that in the absence of her mother, she and her father had at least grown closer.
Vers remembered the silence that filled the house after her mother's death. She didn't know what to say to her father, and her father didn't know what to say to her. They both suffered through their grief in silence, neither one knowing how to help the other, or even how to take the first step.
She remembered quitting dance classes the following year. She had loved it, but it didn't feel the same after her mother's passing, now only acting as a painful reminder of what she had lost.
She joined the baseball team shortly after that, knowing that her father always loved to watch it every Sunday afternoon, and hoped that it could be something they could share, and bring them closer.
She remembered how their relationship slowly changed after that. Her father came to her games, cheered her on, helped with practice, and they finally had something to bond over, and as time went on, she learned to appreciate the teamwork and the competitiveness of sports.
As the years went on, she remembered changing how she dressed, slowly setting aside the dresses she used to wear, and becoming a tomboy as she focused more on sports and helping her father in the garage, working on the car.
The memory sequence ended, and Vers stared at the new thread, the next set of memories, feeling a sense of both loss and happiness. She had grown closer to her father, closer than she ever hoped, but also sacrificed all the things she shared with her mother to do it.
As the memories settled, it gave her a new perspective on her past with so many of her formative memories fresh in her mind. She saw how she had changed overtime, how she had slowly become less like her mother, and more like her father.
It was only now that she could look back on it and see how much she had changed, making her wonder who she would have been if her mother been alive, how different her life would have been, leaving her unsure which life she would have preferred.
She looked at the strings of memories in front of her, watching as they slowly expanded, filling in the spaces between her formative memories. They were thinner, spider webbing, and connecting everything together.
Then she saw another string, thicker than the others, another formative memory, and reached out, eager to see what event the memory held.
"Dad, I have something to tell you," Carol said as she sat down at the dinner table beside her father.
"What is it?" Joseph asked curiously, looking up from the blender he was attempting to fix.
"I've made up my mind. I'm joining the Air Force," Carol said firmly, knowing how her father felt about it.
"You can't be serious," Joseph said, standing up from the table, his voice sharp and flushed with anger. "We've talked about this. You don't understand what you're getting yourself into!"
"No," Carol shook her head, just as angry. "You talked. You didn't let me say anything!"
"…Carol," Joseph said, running his fingers through his hair, frustrated, trying to find the right words.
"I already enlisted," Carol said, breaking the silence. "I start basic training next month."
"Damn it, Carol!" Joseph said, crossing his arms. "This isn't something you can just decide on a whim! You're not—" he stopped, his chest heaving with frustration.
"Not what? Not strong enough? Not tough enough?" Carol shot back, her voice rising. "You enlisted when you were my age. Why shouldn't I?"
"You don't know what you're talking about," Joseph said, his voice quieter now. "You're just follow some stupid idea, thinking it'll—"
"It's not stupid!" Carol shouted, clenching her fists at her sides.
"You're doing this because of me, aren't you?" Joseph accused. "You think joining the air force, following in my footsteps, it'll fix something? Well, it won't. You'll just throw your life away for nothing!"
Carol flinched at the accusation, but stubbornly refused to back down. "I'm doing this for me too, dad. It isn't just to follow in your footsteps. I need this!"
Joseph sighed, letting out a bitter laugh. "You spent your whole life trying to be something you're not, Carol. Did you really think I didn't see it all these years? You gave up everything that made you.. You," he added, his voice quieter.
Carol's jaw tightened, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. "You think I wanted to give those things up? I did it for you! I did it so we wouldn't just be strangers that lived in the same house!"
"I never asked you to change!" Joseph shouted back, his voice thick with emotion.
"But you let me," Carol replied, her voice cracking as the words gushed out. "You watched me throw away everything I loved, and you never said a word. You only cared about me when I became like you!"
"That's not true!" Joseph shouted back, his voice a mix of anger and guilt. "After you mother… after Marie… I didn't know what to do! You think it was easy for me?!"
"No, but you were supposed to be my dad. You were supposed to fix things, not me," Carol said, glaring at her father.
Joseph recoiled, his face pale and drawn. "It wasn't like that," he whispered. "I did the best I could."
"Your best wasn't enough," Carol said, pushing past her father as she stormed out of the house, refusing to look him in the eye.
The next memory started after she went to basic training. She was sitting on her bed in the air force barracks. It had been a month since her fight with her father, and she hadn't spoken to him since. She remembered the hurt in his eyes as she stormed past him, but he didn't stop her, didn't try to reach out to her either.
Every time she thought about the things they said to each other, she felt a sharp pang of regret twist in her chest. She had never intended for it to go that far. Everything had happened so fast.
She looked at the letter in her hands; the tears welling up in her eyes. Her father was dead. A heart attack. It came out of nowhere.
Carol felt the world collapse around her again, just like it did when her mother died. She didn't get a chance to fix things with her dad. She hadn't told him she was sorry, and now it was too late.
She couldn't shake the feeling that their fight, the stress, the anger, had contributed to his death. If only they talked to each other without tearing each other apart. Now all she had left was regrets.
Carol came back to herself as the memory ended, more tears in her eyes as she processed the death of her father, the bond they formed after her mother's death, and the last time they spoke to each other.
She looked up, seeing more memory strings connect to her core memories. Another core memory formed. Instinctively, she knew it would be the last one, and would show her how she ended up with the Kree.
She wiped her eyes, knowing she had to see this through, and touched the memory.
It had been a few years since her father's death, and she'd earned herself a reputation for being a loner, not allowing anyone to get too close to her. Some people mistook it for arrogance or aloofness, but her superiors saw her skill, how she single mindedly focused on the task in front of her, and with nothing to distract her, she rose through the ranks quickly.
She was doing a test flight on a new experimental stealth fighter. During the flight, she was attacked. They came out of nowhere, and before she knew it, she was taking heavy fire from an alien spacecraft that she now recognized as Kree.
They shot her down, and she crash landed in the desert next to the Kree ship she managed to shoot down. Disoriented and injured, she pulled herself out of the wreckage of her stealth fighter, crawling away from the ruined aircraft.
She turned around, hearing a hissing noise coming from the downed Kree ship. The back hatch opened, and a group of aliens stormed out, opening fire on her. She didn't recognize them then, but she did now. They were her own StarForce team, led by Yon-Rogg.
She staggered to her feet, running for cover, and ducked behind the wreckage of her fighter. That was the moment the experimental power core, already heavily damaged, exploded, bathing her in its energy, and fusing with her DNA.
Carol blinked as the memory sequence ended. She already knew what happened next, waking up on the Kree warship, and being told by Yon-Rogg that he and his team saved her, and how she joined the Kree Military.
She looked up as more memories formed, memories that were taken from her after the explosion.
She saw herself disagreeing with orders, refusing to kill Skrulls she saw as non-combatants, and how each time she stepped too far out of line, they selectively erased her memories of the events.
***
Carol woke up, touching her face, feeling the fresh tears in her eyes, finally feeling whole again, with all her memories returned to her. Her time with the Kree, it had all been a lie.
She looked around the bedroom she shared with Loki as she wiped her tears, searching for him, but was surprised to find herself alone.
"Mimir," she called out to the AI softly. "Where's Loki?"
"Loki is on the bridge," Mimir responded.
Carol nodded to herself as she wiped away her tears, already knowing the AI would tell Loki she was awake.
She pushed down her emotions, steeling herself for when she saw Loki, knowing from years of experience that she couldn't show any vulnerability. Even though Loki returned her memories to her, he was still her captor. She couldn't forget that.
Her eyes lit up as she saw the large chest leaning up against the wall. 'The clothes Lyria made,' she thought, quickly making her way to the chest. While the clothes were revealing, to say the least, they at least covered her up.
Then she spotted the lock on the chest and scowled in disappointment. It was heavy, made of thick iron. There was no way for her to break it open.
She stomped back to the bed, her frustration mixing with her already fragile emotional state as she threw herself on the bed, angrily waiting for Loki to show himself.
The minutes ticked by. Almost an hour passed as she waited, her anger and frustration simmering. She felt an odd sense of loneliness settle over her as she continued to wait. She didn't know where she belonged anymore.
Her plan had been to escape, and then get back to Hala, but she couldn't do that now, knowing the Kree would just erase her memories when she showed up, sending her off to fight a war she didn't even believe in anymore.
'I could go to the Skrulls,' she thought off handedly, thinking about switching sides, but she hardly knew anything about them either, only what she was told by the Kree.
The Kree could have been lying, but she didn't know that for sure. There was also the fact the Skrulls had no reason to trust her either, and could just as easily kill her on sight, rather than let her join them.
She considered going back to Earth, but there was literally nothing waiting for her back there. She didn't have any extended family. Her mother and father were gone. She didn't even have any close friends.
She looked back at the door, expecting Loki to walk through any second, but after a long moment looked away again. Her feelings for Loki seemed to get more complicated with each passing day.
She shifted uncomfortably, feeling the ever present discomfort of the plug Loki put in her ass before realizing the silver lining to her solitude. Without Loki to stop her, she could actually get rid of the damn thing.
She reached back, gripping the base of the plug before taking a deep breath and pulling, only to yelp and pull back her hand quickly as felt an electrical shock. "I should have known," Vers growled. "Loki can never make things easy for me."
She let out a deep sigh, thinking about her captor. He had given her back her memories. Because of him, she knew the truth, but he was also secretive, never fully explaining his interest in her, where they were going, or what he had planned for her.
She knew he had an interest in the infinity stones he and the Collector talked about, but not much more than that, the revelation leaving her with far more questions than answers.
She sighed again, looking at the door. Still no Loki. She didn't know why, but she found herself missing his constant presence. She pushed herself off the bed as she made her way to the door, not wanting to be alone anymore, even willing to accept Loki's presence to push back the loneliness.
She walked through the corridors of her former ship, still surprised by how different it was, how many changes Loki made to it, and in such a short amount of time.
She no longer had any illusions of somehow taking back the ship, not with Mimir's constant presence, not only monitoring her, but everything that happened inside and outside the ship, and reporting it all back to Loki.
The ship was quiet; the lights turning on as she walked down the hallway to the bridge. She could feel the hum of the engines through the floor plating and knew they were traveling at full speed again, most likely to the place the Collector mentioned.
She furrowed her brows, trying to remember the name, "Svarta… Sbartalfim, something like that," she said, shaking her head. The name wasn't important. What Loki was looking for was, the reality stone. She wasn't sure what it did exactly, but from the way Loki and the Collector talked about it, it was important.
She stepped onto the bridge, not surprised to see him siting in his command chair, reading something on the console.
The sight of him so in control contrasted sharply with the inner turmoil she was going through. Her steps faltered as she looked at him, not even sure what to say.
He didn't look up from the console, even though he knew she was there.
Feeling a sudden wave of apprehension and vulnerability, she moved across the bridge, looking out the window rather than speak to Loki directly, a far cry from the confident warrior she had believed herself to be for so long.
"How are you?" Loki asked, breaking the long silence, his voice softer than usual.
Vers looked back, surprised that Loki would even ask her that question. "I'm fine," she muttered, turning to look out the window again.
Loki raised an eyebrow. "Fine?" He asked, but there was no bite in his tone. "You didn't seem fine after you found out— "
Vers whirled around, looking at Loki indignantly. "You saw," she accused, berating herself for foolishly thinking Loki would allow her even that privacy.
Loki simply nodded, patting his lap.
Vers flicked her eyes down, knowing what Loki wanted, and for the first time, didn't feel the outrage and anger she normally felt. After everything she found out, the thing she wanted, needed, was physical contact with someone, even her captor.
She stepped forward, straddling his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. She felt his arm move down her back, his palm resting on the base of her plug, gripping it firmly.
She knew what he was doing, subtly reminding her he was in charge, but she didn't push his hand away, or argue with him this time, too emotionally drained to put up a fight she knew she couldn't win.
She sighed, feeling comforted as Loki ran his fingers through her hair, a surprisingly gentle gesture considering their history. She leaned further into him, craving the physical contact.
She didn't know why, but she felt safe in his arms, his presence somehow soothing the turbulent emotions swirling around inside her.
"What should I call you?" Loki asked, breaking the silence.
"What?" Vers asked, confused by the question.
"It is Carol or Vers now?" Loki clarified.
She didn't look up, considering Loki's words carefully. Vers. It was the only part of her dog tags that were visible when the Kree took her. It was the name she had called herself the last four years as well. Then there was her real name, Carol, the one tied to her former life.
"…Carol," she decided after a moments thought, no longer wanting anything to do with the Kree after everything they had done to her.
"Carol," Loki repeated, continuing to run his fingers through her hair comfortingly as he held her.
Carol shifted in discomfort, trying to find a comfortable position with the plug still inside her. "Loki, the plug. It's uncomfortable," she said. "Can you take it out?" She asked, hoping his new attitude would make things easier.
"I can, but I won't," Loki replied, a smirk forming on his face, knowing that this conversation was going to happen sooner or later.
"I don't like it," Carol said, feeling a surge of irritation at how obtuse Loki was being, and just when she thought he could actually have some redeeming qualities.
"Why?" Loki asked, slowly turning the plug, earning a gasp from Carol before she clamped down on it.
His smirk widened. "I like how it looks on you, and you need the reminder of who you belong to."
"I may be your prisoner for now," Carol hissed, "but that doesn't mean you own me. I'm going to escape."
"How did that work out for you on Knowhere?" Loki asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Do you have any idea what would have happened to you if the Collector got his hands on you?"
Carol huffed. "No, I don't. Why don't you tell me? What makes me so special?" She demanded.
"You are… unique," Loki revealed, knowing that he couldn't hide the truth from her for much longer, not after everything the Collector already revealed. "There are those that would take you from me if they knew of your existence."
"Thanos," Carol remembered. "You said that name to the Collector, the one that's after these stones you want."
"Thanos," Loki sighed. "I reneged on an agreement I made with him, and now he wants me dead, and the stone I took from him returned."
"What does he want with these stones, and what does it have to do with me?" Carol asked.
"The Infinity Stones have existed since the dawn of the universe, perhaps even before. They each control an aspect of the universe. Thanos wants it to destroy half the life in the universe."
"Destroy…" Carol asked, looking at Loki in shock. "How? Why?"
"It's possible, for the one that possesses all five infinity stones, and has the strength to wield them. It's as simple as snapping your fingers. As to why, he thinks there aren't enough resources in the universe, and by taking away half the life in the universe, he'll save what's left."
"…That's—" Carol said, her mind reeling.
"Insane, yes," Loki replied. "It's why they call him the Mad Titan."
"What do I have to do with this?" Carol asked.
"The infinity stones, they can't be used by just anyone. It requires a being strong enough to harness the strain, and even then, it is not without cost," Loki explained. "Devices have been created to manage the power of the stones, but the end result of drawing too much power is always the same: death."
"I suspect you have interacted with the stones, or at least their power, at some point in your life," Loki continued.
"The explosion, when I got my powers," Carol realized.
"Yes," Loki agreed. "It changed you more than you realized. You can wield the stones without the side effects."
"That's why you took me," Carol realized. "So you can use the stones for yourself. What are you going to do with them?"
"You know what you need for now," Loki replied with a mysterious smile.
Carol looked at Loki. She had so many more questions, but knew she wouldn't get anything more out of him today, but she didn't lose hope. Loki told her more today than all the other days since he took her prisoner combined.
"Wait!" Carol said as an idea suddenly struck her. "Why can't Thanos just create more resources instead of destroying everything?"
"If only it were that simple," Loki replied patiently. "The stones are powerful yes, but they too have their limits."
"What do you mean?" Carol pressed. "What limits?"
"Destruction is easy," Loki replied, remembering Odin's lecture from when he was a child. "It's creation that's difficult. The stones can change what exists, but can not create anything new, at least permanently."
"I don't understand," Carol replied, furrowing her brows in confusion.
"Imagine forging a sword," Loki explained. "It can not simply be created out of nothing. You need the raw materials to forge into a new form. The stones work the same way."
Carol said nothing, deep in thought, resting her chin on the crook of Loki's neck, as she absently listened to the hum of the engines, thinking about everything Loki revealed, and what it all meant for her eventual escape.
***
Carol looked out the window, watching as the stars flew past. She could see Loki removing his armor out of the corner of her eye, and knew he would call her to bed soon, but she doubted she could sleep for very long with the plug still inside her. It left her feeling uncomfortably full, with a dull ache that never seemed to go away.
"Loki," she called out, getting an idea. "I need to use the washroom," she said, annoyed with herself for not thinking of it sooner. He would have to take out the plug for that.
"Turn around," Loki said, as he removed the last of his clothes and walked over.
Carol hid her smile as she turned around, elated that she would finally get some relief. She doubted it would be for very long, but she would take what she could get.
She felt him behind her as he gripped the base of the plug, her eyes popping open as she felt a strange sensation tickling sensation and whoosh deep inside her.
"What did you do?" Carol demanded, whirling around to look into the smirking face of Loki.
"What you asked for," Loki replied, the mirth clear in his eyes. "The plug takes care of everything," he explained. "There's no reason for you to ever remove it."
Carol glowered at Loki, not at all surprised that he had thought of everything, even this.
"Come," he said, walking back to the bed as he lay down, holding the sheets open for her expectantly.
Carol continued to glare, strongly considering defying him, but eventually sighed, making her way to the bed, knowing it would do no good, not with the hold he had over her.
She shut her eyes, ignoring the feel of Loki's hard muscles pressed against her back as he held her close. She promised herself she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her react to his provocations, but it was easier said than done when he cupped her breast, kneading it gently in his hand.
She bit her lip, keeping her eyes closed as her nipples hardened, her traitorous body reacting to his touch. Then it got worse as she felt his hand trail down her chest, past her navel, getting closer and closer to the junction between her legs.
She clamped her thighs together tightly, halting his progress, but only for a moment before he traced his fingers above her pussy in slow circles.
"Carol, you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever come across," he whispered into her ear seductively. "Even more so after Lyria worked her magic."
Carol let out a ragged breath, feeling herself grow wet, despite her best efforts to ignore his touch. She didn't know how Loki had the effect on her he did. He was nothing like the men she was normally interested in.
She could feel him press on her thighs, far more gently that he could have, teasing her rather than forcing her. She felt her resolve weaken, her thighs parting for him ever so slightly as she felt the strain of keeping her thighs together.
He took full advantage, inching his fingers a little lower before she caught herself, clamping her thighs tightly on his wandering hand.
She let out a soft mew before she caught herself, reminding herself this was not one of her dreams where she was simply a passenger, seeing and feeling everything, but having no control over her actions.
"So soft," Loki murmured, his voice husky. "I prefer you this way, without the hair to obscure my prize."
"Don't," Carol warned, taking a ragged breath. His fingers were only an inch away from her pussy. If he put his fingers inside her, she wasn't sure if she could control herself.
The temptation to give in was strong, especially after all the emotional turmoil she just went through, reliving her stolen memories. The distraction could be just what she needed, a small measure of pleasure to soothe her troubled mind.
'NO!' she thought to herself, clamping her thighs down on Loki's invading fingers again, and berating herself for allowing Loki to distract her. She had to remain strong. She couldn't give in.
She heard Loki groan behind her, rubbing his fingers in slow circles as he continued to tease her, just brushing the top of her slit with the tips of his fingers. A shock of pleasure coursed through her body at his touch, another mew of pleasure escaping her lips.
She hated how good Loki was at this, teasing her, keeping her in a constant state of arousal. The heady mix of her desires and his dominance was all but impossible to ignore at the best of times.
"You didn't seem to mind the last time I did this," Loki said in a husky voice, reminding her of what he did after putting the plug inside her.
"That… was… different," Carol groaned, her breaths coming out in sharp gasps as she tried to contain herself. "Lyria was holding me… I couldn't—"
"Not at the end, she wasn't," Loki corrected her, trailing his tongue along Carol's ear, smiling as she shivered with desire. "The sounds you made…" he added, his voice thick with desire. "It was like music to my ears…"
Carol let out a groan, unconsciously parting her thighs a fraction more as she remembered how hard she came, her mind flashing back to her dreams, the raw intensity making her shudder with desire, groans of pleasure escaping her lips as Loki's fingers descended lower.
She shut her eyes tightly as Loki continued to tease her, feeling another shock of pleasure as Loki stroked her pussy lips as he kissed her neck. The feeling was intoxicating. Loki was so different from her past lovers, domineering, powerful, a skilled lover that could turn her legs to jelly with the slightest effort.
She could feel his stiff cock wedged between her ass cheeks, pushing against the base of her plug. The heat of his skin against hers, and the persistent teasing presence of his fingers against her slit, making her writhe with pleasured.
She reached down, grabbing his wrist in desperation, but couldn't bring herself to push his hand away. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the slick wetness of her arousal dripping down her legs.
"Tell me to stop," Loki whispered into her ear, leaning down to trail his tongue along her neck. "Tell me you're don't want this," he tempted, slowly pushing his finger lower and lower as he drew closer to his prize.
Carol couldn't stop the keening moan that came from deep within her as she felt the tip of Loki's finger push inside her. She gasped for breath, her desires at war with her mind. The need to cum was overwhelming as Loki effortlessly held her on the edge of release, his experience and skill easily dwarfing her own.
She couldn't bring herself to say the words, but parted her thighs, no longer resisting Loki's efforts. She let out a shallow gasp as he pressed two fingers inside her, holding them in place.
Carol groaned, gently rocking her hips on Loki's fingers, feeling her pleasure spike as Loki pumped his fingers inside her, slow and deliberate, but she wanted more, needed more.
"…More," she whispered, spreading her thighs further apart, finally giving in to the pleasure, but frustratingly, Loki kept the same slow, deliberate pace.
She could feel his breath on her neck, her pussy dripping with desire at their closeness. "I need more," she said, a little louder this time, grinding her pussy on Loki's fingers.
"I heard you," Loki replied, his voice low and thick with desire, but kept up his slow and deliberate pace. "Show me how much you want this," he demanded.
Carol took a shuddering breath, her body crying out for release as more mews and groans of pleasure escaped her lips.
"That's it," Loki whispered, tracing his tongue along her ear. "I could listen to those sounds all day."
Carol couldn't take it anymore, splaying her legs wide open as she released Loki's wrist, surrendering the last vestiges of control, and allowing Loki to take what he wanted.
Loki didn't waste anytime, plunging his fingers into Carol's dripping pussy.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Carol groaned, her eyes popping open as she ground her hips against Loki's probing fingers, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
'It feels incredible,' she thought, writhing in pleasure. 'So much more intense than in my dreams.'
Loki continued pumping his fingers into Carol's slick pussy, pressing his thumb against her clit, keeping her on the edge of release as he drew out her pleasure, making her ache for the release only he could give her.
"God!" Carol moaned, getting more and more aroused as Loki's fingers plundered her slick pussy. She knew she would regret this later, that Loki would become insufferable after this, even more so that he already was, but she didn't care, not now. It was a problem for another day. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!"
Loki slowed his pace as he felt Carol's pussy quiver around his fingers, knowing she was close.
"Wha-?" Carol asked in surprise as Loki backed off, just when she was about to cum.
"Beg me to let make you cum," Loki whispered, snaking his other arm underneath her to cup her breast, kneading it softly.
Carol groaned, snugly held in place by Loki as he kept her tantalizingly close to her release without letting her go over the edge, reminding her again that nothing was ever simple with him.
She knew what he wanted, an act of submission, something she was loathed to give him. A part of her wanted to remain strong, to deny him, but she was already too far gone to stop now.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she ground her pussy against his fingers, trying to get herself off, but as hard as she tried, she just couldn't do it. "Damn it, Loki," she groaned as he continued to hold back her release.
"All I want is one little admission," Loki whispered into her ear. "There's no one else to hear, just you and me," he added, pinching her nipple and earning another gasp of pleasure from her.
"Ugh! Ugh!" Carol groaned, her pleasure mixing with her frustration. The way Loki spoke, it sounded so simple, so tempting, but she knew it would change everything. Loki knew her body so well. He could keep her in this state for hours if he chose to.
"Ask me," Loki whispered huskily, continuing to tease her.
Carol shut her eyes tight, trying to slow down her pounding heart as the pleasure coursing through her intensified, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she wriggled in his grip, trying to eek out as much pleasure as she could from his talented fingers.
It was difficult to think, the pleasure so intoxicating, her will crumbling under the sensual onslaught. "…please," she whispered, finally breaking. "Let me cum."
Loki smiled, pumping his fingers into Carol's needy pussy faster as he pressed down on her clit firmly with his thumb, her moans of pleasure increasing with each thrust as she got louder and louder.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Carol screamed out, "God! UGH! AUGHH!" 'So close!' she thought. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she groaned, her eyes popping open as she arched into his touch. "LOKI!!!!" she screamed out his name as her orgasm washed over, leaving her mewing and gasping for breath.
She moaned as Loki slowly pulled his fingers from her slick pussy, cupping it possessively, but she didn't care, leaving her legs splayed wide as she slowly caught her breath, still riding out the bliss of her orgasm as she closed her eyes.
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Hi! Thanks for reading. What did you think of the new chapter? What did you think about the sequence where Carol gets her memories back?
It turned out a little heavier than I originally planned, but I'm happy with the end result. Carol/Captain Marvel came off as way to stoic and emotionless as a character in the MCU, and there really wasn't enough of a basis for that. This was my attempt to explain why she is the way that she is, while also drawing parallels with Loki's life to show the evolution of their relationship.
I also felt that Thanos would have been smart enough to already come up with the idea of doubling the resources in the universe, and this was my explanation for why he never went down that route. Please let me know how it came of.
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