BIGGEST SADIST IN THE GALAXY

nebula - guardians of the galaxy ( MCU ) • low activity & slow replies • multiverse & crossover friendly

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I have the urge to do RP stuff again

It came out of nowhere, the attack, the other. It took Nebula a moment to realize who attacked her, and when those memories came flooding in, her lips pulled back over teeth. Much time had passed since the days of Loki being apart of their little band of misfits. Her father using him as a throw away pawn. How easy it had been for the mad titan to take control of this god. 

Even more time passed since Nebula was so obsessive with getting her fathers approval and doing even the most dirty of work to gain that praise she so very longed for. Even when it meant torturing another living being to manipulate them into submissiveness to better control them. At least, that’s what her father believed. 

In this moment though, the luphomoid was harshly pressed up against a steel wall in a flash of fury, a loud groan of pain escaping clenched teeth in the face of her attacker. Unable to move or grasp for her batons, she was trapped for the moment. But how long would that last? 

“Ah, daddy's little puppet come back for revenge,” the words escape her in a low hiss, a small smirk growing. 

SLOWLY  PALE  LIPS  DRAW  AWAY  FROM  TEETH  AGAIN,   a feral snarl offered at the memory of the tragedy aboard the statesman.     ancient magick crackles at his fingertips momentarily,  a frightening display in spite of his weatherbeaten appearance.     indeed loki had not been planning on  combating  the mad titan directly,  but … there is an echo of  TRUTH  to her words that he cannot deny.

returning to thor is his number one priority.     helping  the  universe  escape  thanos’  grip  is quite another matter that,  much to his own chagrin,  he is starting to consider.

“  he stripped me of  EVERYTHING,  ”     the mischief god hisses,  voice as gravelly & cold as it had been when he’d been confined in that cell on one of s.h.i.e.l.d’s helicarriers.     “  my pride,  my grace,  my  people——  my  LIFE.     EVERYTHING  IS  GONE !!  ”

in a flash of green anything loose within the ship is sent  flying.     loki’s fists are clenched,  his eyes  burning,   stinging with unshed tears of frustration &  ANGER.     he isn’t even certain if his brother is  alive  to  return  to,   much less if midgard still stands at all.     how many asgardians remain?     how many do not?     what of his  CHILDREN?     what of  ANYTHING?

these questions light a flame beneath his trickster’s heart & bring him to turn his emerald gaze onto her once more as the remnants of his seiðr begin to wisp away into nothingness.

“  there is no amount of vengeance in any of the nine realms that could be exacted onto one being for the amount of loss that i have suffered.     you need strike no bargain to earn my assistance in his downfall,  nebula.  ”

Tension is held in her muscles, frozen in place as Loki lashes out with pent up aggression and emotion. Unsure of what comes next, she stood her ground, watching the magick hiss at his fingertips. Everything he speaks of reverberates through her core.  

The sound of items being ejected and thrown about in a whirlwind of intensity causes Nebula to growl and her baton is dropped as an item flies too close to her. It’s caught immediately with her left hand, held tightly as she glares at the other, feeling her own anger and despair well up inside her. 

“—- and you think you are the only one?!” Nebula snaps in reply, teeth bared as she glares daggers into Loki. “He murdered my sister, my family— he ripped me apart to become what he wanted—“ the item she caught earlier was thrown toward Loki with a feral scream of agitation, whirling past Loki, missing contact on purpose and shattering against the wall behind the asgardian. It wasn’t intended to do harm, as much as it’s releasing some of her own tension pulsating through her veins. 

Her chest heaves as she pants, both hands opening and closing before they clench into fists and she takes two steps away from Loki to back off. She’s too exhausted to physically fight, and has too much on her mind to entertain that thought. They were still drifting through space without any known lifeforms nearby. 

She’s silent for awhile before speaking again, her voice cracking from the stress from earlier. 

“  YET  HERE  YOU  STAND.  ”

loki answers both her disinterest & venom with his own acrimony,  lips pulling away from teeth that sliver to serpent’s fangs momentarily.     it’s a clear warning :    stay  back.     he’s been out in the vastness of space hopping from world to world for so long that his trust is worn  THIN.

“  you seem  far  from broken to my eye.  ”

the mischief god circles warily,  green eyes narrowed to dagger—sharp slits.     OH  YES,   he remembers  everything :    every blast of heat,  every scalding burn,  every finger pressed hard against his scalp as he’d been dragged about by his hair.     every defiant hiss he’d offered had been received as poorly as every compliance,  every oath of agreement ;    it makes loki’s stomach churn to think of it.

neither nebula nor gamora are innocent in what had happened to him.     his snarl deepens as a hiss pours out from between tightly—clenched teeth :    how  dare  she  patronize him so?     she’d had a hand in his destruction,  & yet … there is a part of the liesmith that sees  HIMSELF  in the luphomoid’s expression.     after all,  they both know what it’s like to be  used.

a hand instinctively rises to touch his throat,  still ringed with bruising from the titan’s grip.

“  that is the face of a creature that seeks  RETRIBUTION  for such … destruction of self,  ”     he notes casually to shift the conversation forward.     “  or am i mistaken?  ”

Onyx eyes narrow into slits, her metallic fingers tightening around the handle of her baton with such force she could have dented the metal. Her expression falls to the robotic arm, glancing over the worn machinery, eyes following the dents and scratches in thought. Thinking of her sister, how much pain she was in and how alone she felt before being murdered by their father for his own gains. How Nebula felt for not succeeding in killing Thanos when she snuck onto his ship and had that chance. With Loki’s accusation echoing within her mind, Nebula’s head snapped up with a feral growl, her thought process broken.  

Perhaps it was his observation, or the way he spoke that made the former assassin pause for a moment, watching his hand raise to his neck to see the dark bruising, noting the size of the rings. Those marks were far from foreign to her, especially when she was younger and had more flesh to bruise… and bleed. She had a fair assumption of how those bruises came to be. 

With her eyes still locked on the other, she took half of a step back, her arms coming to loosely cross over her chest. She was still on edge around the other; trust wasn’t something she handed out freely. However, there was a silent shared experience. 

“My father isn’t very forgiving,” Nebula mused, her vision shifting from Loki to the ceiling of the Benatar. There’s another pause before she begins to speak again, her tone hard but much lower than before. 

“I won’t ever stop hunting him for what he’s done,” 

Torture, retribution… those were all on Nebula’s list for when she found Thanos again. After learning what he had done when they were on Titan, and then everything to come after… 

A harsh exhale of air passes through her nostrils at Gamora’s inquiry, an almost sarcastic expression unfolding onto her facial features. Almost sarcastic because there was a small part of the luphomoid that felt warmed by the seeming sincere question, a sense of familiarity. 

Nebula shook her head, not meeting her sisters gaze and trying not to acknowledge her at all. As much as she wanted her there, Nebula’s stubbornness was even more prevalent. Old habits die hard.