"D-don't say it."
"Oh, I'm gonna."
"Please, Ava, this w-w-wasn't my fault."
"Like hell it wasn't!" she hissed, her eyes slitted with rage. In her corner of the cell, illuminated by the bluish aura that encased the room, Ava huddled her knees to her chest, each hand balled into tight fists. Fingernails dug deep into the flesh of her palms as she muttered any little pissed remark that came to mind, every syllable enunciated with enough vigor and fury to burn Odin.
He could only take so much of this, however. Once a minute passed, he interrupted her with a firm, "Fine. Say it."
Her teeth glinted blue through her satisfied smirk. Ire got to her feet and met Odin in his corner of their prison. Despite tiptoeing to barely reach the height of his chest, she never lost an iota of intensity. "You." He shrank under her gaze. "Fucked." A splatter of molten spit fell against his cheek, but he paid it no heed. "Up."
He rolled his eyes, feigning as little botheration as he could, but deep inside his heart was absolutely pounding. "Better?" he asked.
She nodded, returning to her original height with a stagger. "You're not off the hook yet, though," she murmured with a sharp side glance. "You shouldn't have tried stealing that ship, you know."
"I figured it w-would w-work out!" he defended, eyebrows knitted. "Can you blame me? All I w-wanted was to g-get off this fucking Titan base."
"Yeah," she replied, drawing out the word with a knowing nod, though the widening of her eyes told a different story: she was being sarcastic. "See, this little escape stunt landed us even farther into Titan's base."
He slumped down onto the floor, trying to avoid her look. He wasn't guilty per se, but he didn't like having dragged both of them into this mess. Now they were farther from achieving his goal. Closing his eyes, Odin fell into his own subconscious as he attempted to conjure up another escape plan, except this one had to work. Amidst his churning ideas, he felt the abrupt contact of skin against his arm. He jumped, but calmed immediately at Ava's amused reaction.
"Scared of a 12 year old?" she teased.
"N-no, I was just concentrating. Still, d-don't do that again!" Despite her chuckling, he pushed aside the embarrassment and continued thinking of how to escape. Odin very rarely watched any films, but he did recall in one of the few he had seen there were two people in a prison, and one of them stabbed the other to get them out, then they stole the keys and busted the other one out.
Elaborate, dangerous, and stupid.
Odin suddenly remembered why he loathed watching movies.
"We could appeal to their love of Titan," offered Ava. "We could say that we stole the ship so we could get closer to meeting him." Odin's incredulous stare made her retract the idea. "I don't know, maybe not... Those soldiers may follow Titan, but they aren't stupid..."
Odin shook his head with a sharp laugh. "Wow, it w-wasn't that dumb. Jeez, you were so intense earlier. What happened?"
"Nothing!" she barked back. "I just... I'm trying to help."
The older teen nodded knowingly, offering an apologetic smile. "Right. S-sorry. Uh... One of us could pretend to be sick."
"That could work. Or we could try breaking out with, y'know, my lava thing."
"Actually," Odin piped up, "that could work."
"If it doesn't, you could always seduce one of the guards."
Odin's mouth curled into a chesire-like grin. "And why not you?"
"Well, I, uh-"
"Are you s-saying I'm hot, A-Ava?"
She stood up suddenly, her face turning really red. "All right! Let's try to break out of here."
Odin followed her, trying his hardest to hide the hubristic smile her embarrassment gave him.