AN: Hello there and welcome to my story! I hope you enjoy the first few chapters, which will just be setting the scene and introducing the characters, and then I'll get to the more meaty parts...or something :)

Freyja, in Norse mythology, is known as the foremost goddess of the Vanir, a race of peace-loving gods. She is the goddess of fertility, love, beauty, attraction, war, battle, death, wealth, magic and prophecies, and is also known as the kindest of all gods.

During her many visits to Asgard, Freyja fell in love with the trickster and god of Mischief and Lies, Loki, who broke her heart when he betrayed her and stole her beloved magical dress which allowed the user to travel between worlds. After the final battle of Ragnarok, where her father and twin brother were killed, she disappeared from Asgard and Vanaheimr, her home, and travelled to Midgard to live as a mortal in order to escape from all the grief and disappointment that would await her if she were to return to Asgard.

There, she disguised herself as a plain, young woman and lived through many hundreds of years, constantly moving from one place to another, starting her life over each time but making sure that she did not leave a single imprint on a person or location. Throughout this period of time, her memory of Asgard and the gods who lived there, especially Loki, grew smaller and smaller, the details of her life becoming more clouded as each day passed. Although Freyja was aware of the great power that she possessed, she did not think a great deal about it. Eventually the years changed her, moulding her into a more powerful and strong-willed being. No longer could she be considered the kindest god of all.

However, this all changed when one day she heard someone whisper a familiar name…and that name was 'Loki'.

It had been two years, and I was still working as a lower class agent at the secret organisation, S.H.I.E.L.D. My job regularly consisted of following up reports of people associated with S.H.I.E.L.D., running errands for the more superior agents and generally staying out of everyone's way. Things had only started to pick up once the Avengers were called in for a mission that was known to most people but I, of which was not surprising considering things had been pretty tense around the offices. The atmosphere at work buzzed with the arrival of these extraordinary people, and I noticed that almost every conversation involved them. I didn't really see what was so special about them, knowing that I was far more powerful than all of them put together. However, I was never one for boasting and had never dared to inform anyone of my abilities, just in case S.H.I.E.L.D. picked up on it and I never saw the light of day again due to all the testing and so on. I could use a few of them in my day to day life, but many of them were far from subtle and so the majority of the time, I couldn't practise my abilities.

I was on a twenty four hour shift when the Avengers were called out to Germany on an assignment, and I was about to drop dead from all the staring that I had done at a computer screen since six in the morning. Using the magical powers of coffee, I managed to stay awake just long enough for the Avengers to return. From the quiet conversations that surrounded me, I learned that things had gone fairly smoothly for Fury's team, apart from a small understanding. It was at that moment that I picked up on something, mentally thanking the coffee that I was coherent enough to understand what was being said.

"Did you hear what happened? What do you think he was trying to do?" A voice murmured nearby.

"I don't know but that Loki sure is a mad man…" A second voice trailed off, leaving the conversation hanging.

My ears pricked up at that name and I froze, my hands coming to a standstill on the computer keyboard that I had been slaving away on for hours. Did I hear that right? Did that man really say Loki? For all I knew, Loki was still on Asgard, continuing to cause mischief for his brother, Thor. I had tried to think of Loki as little as possible over the last few hundred years. After all, he had betrayed me and stolen one of my most prized possessions that I needed badly. My breath became more and more ragged and I could feel my heartbeat increase as the memories that I shared with Loki and those of my time on Asgard resurfaced. I remembered the times when we laughed together, and danced together, and that one night when I was so sure that he would turn our friendship into something more, but he never did. I also remembered the many arguments and battles that took place on Asgard, whether they were family related or an invasion from other another species of god, and how I had ridden out beside Odin, Loki and Thor to the plains of Asgard to fight.

"Yeah…and now he's here, on the Helicarrier," the first voice replied.

This knowledge brought me back to her senses and I shook the feeling of dread that had begun to creep its way through my body from myself. Loki was so close, and yet I could do nothing for I was so insignificant in this organisation that I was sure Director Fury did not even know I walked the planet.

"Along with his brother."

"Will you stop talking so loudly?" The agent said through gritted teeth, motioning towards me who was listening intently to their conversation. I turned my head quickly back to my computer screen so as to not cause any more suspicion, but I could tell that both agents were fully aware of my eavesdropping.

"Ahh yeah, sorry."

Even though I had been found out, I had already heard all that I needed to. So, Thor was here too. This was surprising. Usually it was Loki following Thor around everywhere, and now it seemed that the tables had turned. What mischief was Loki up to that was so important that Thor needed to keep an eye on his brother? It can't be that serious, I said to myself. Though Loki's tricks were something of a nuisance and could make anyone want to teach him a lesson he would never forget, they had never really got out of hand and had never been serious enough for Thor to get involved.

I continued to ponder over the reason to why Loki would be here on Earth for a while and was completely oblivious to the meeting being held in the room next to me, something that I would find out about later. Little did I know that I was the subject of a very important conversation…

Director Fury had gathered all the Avengers in one room, hoping that they would happily go along with his plan. Of course, he knew that they would most likely be outraged at the idea and start up another huge argument over who should be in charge. He also knew that the first person to openly criticise him would be Tony Stark.

"So, what are we going to do about him?" Natasha Romanoff, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agent asked, interrupting Fury's thoughts.

"Well I personally would like to push him off a very tall building, but I think we all know that that would not do much," Stark replied humorously.

"Stark," Steve said, his voice carrying a warning tone, "Do you have to make everything a joke?"

"Only when it's funny."

This sparked a number of disagreements amongst the group and it was only when Fury could not stand their incessant bickering any longer that he decided to notify them of his plan.

"Enough of this. I did not bring you together so that you could fight over every little thing. Now listen, I have an idea that I would like to propose," Nick Fury declared.

The Avengers fell silent, and those who had started to turn towards the door sauntered back towards their seats. They were all intrigued to know what idea Fury had come up with this time, and were secretly betting amongst them on whether it would actually be a good plan.

"From what Thor has told me, not a lot can persuade Loki into telling us where the Tesseract is, and there is not much we can do to break him, except from one thing. Apparently, he has always sought after the love and approval of other people, of which most was given to Thor when they were younger. That, I believe, is his weakest point."

"And what are you planning to do?" Steve enquired.

Fury shifted his gaze over to Thor, who stood there with his muscly arms crossed across his body and it was clear that he knew what Fury was up to.

"Are you sure that's wise?" Thor asked Fury.

"What's wise?" Stark questioned, looking back and forth between Fury and Thor, "I didn't think you liked my idea that much."

"Not your idea, Stark. I think the only possible way that we can hope to break Loki is from the inside. I want someone to get close to him, close enough so that they earn his trust, and just when he thinks he has found someone to rely on, I want to pull the carpet right out from under his feet, figuratively speaking," Fury announced.

"You think that will work?" said Natasha, her eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and uncertainty. The rest of the group exchanged incredulous looks, not quite believing what Fury was saying.

"It's got to. I don't think there's another way."

"There's always another way."

"But who is actually going to go along with this?" Stark asked, "I wouldn't…but then I can't really, can I?"

Up until that point, Dr. Banner had remained quiet, but he felt that he needed to be more included in this conversation, especially if he was to be a part of the group.

"You've already chosen," he said bluntly, his assumption being affirmed by the small nod that Fury gave.

"I've chosen an unknown agent who is mostly unaware of what we do here at S.H.I.E.L.D. so if Loki were to attempt to pressure her to…say, divulge our secrets, she would literally be speechless."

"What's her name?" Natasha asked.

"Freyja."