Well this was certainly unexpected...well not this. Loki thought as he took in the sight of the battle field. Thousands of enemies had fallen before him and his brother, that he could have foreseen, but this type of division among the Midguardians, that had surprised him. As he continued to walk something didn't feel right. Corpses littered the ground and Loki was sure it was one of them making him feel uneasy.

That's it, that one isn't dead, He mused looking over one of the bodies. Not unconscious either, this one is faking it. I wonder why? As he mused he took a few more steps until he stood approximately 10 feet in front of the pile of corpses the faking fighter was hidden behind. He stood there, surveying the devastation of the land and it's people.

With his back turned the survivor saw a chance and took it. Popping up quickly and silently an M40 sniper rifle was rested atop the bodies and fired without hesitation. Loki didn't move, didn't even flinch, even though there was no way a that type of rifle would miss at this range, the round didn't seem to hit him, just go through him.

"I think you missed," said a silky and amused voice from behind. Turning with a gasp the warrior reached for the Sig that was tucked inside a heavy jacket, but when Loki's dagger appeared at an exposed throat everything froze. "Oh, it seems like I've missed something as well." he said as he took his would be attackers hat and goggles off, letting shaggy blond hair fall. "You're just a small girl."

"I'm an adult and a mercenary, and I'd appreciate it if you left my gender out of this."

"See now if I did that I'd have to slit your pretty little throat right now."

"Yeah, then do it," she spat defiantly. "I'd rather die then have you look down on me for something so trivial."

Loki looked at the glare the girl wore but he saw something else in her eyes as well, "Now I don't believe that for a moment. You're far too hungry for life to give it up over an insult about your sex."

The girl kept silent but a quick glance over Loki's shoulder told him she wasn't by compliance. He kept staring at her and though she tried, it appeared that she was unable to keep her eyes off something behind him. Eventually Loki's paranoia got the better of him.

One glance was all he gave but that was all she needed to pull out her Sig and move the dagger from her throat. He'd expected that so it was no surprise when he caught the barrel without looking back. What he didn't expect, however, was the knife she also pulled out and used to pierce his leather armor and cut down the man in front of her. Her only problem was that she didn't get near deep enough before a wave of his raw power knocked her back and clear over the pile of her fallen comrades.

"My dear, hasn't anyone ever told you that you can't deceive the lord of lies?" He said as he came around the pile and put a boot on the neck of the girl as she tried to get up.

"Can't say it's come up," she said with her cheek in the dirt. His words were mocking but she could feel rage in the boot that kept her pressed firmly to the ground. "Also, don't call me that, we aren't really all that close."

"Oh my dear, I'm afraid you still don't understand. You lost, so I can call you whatever I'd like."

"Why the fuck–" her words were choked off as the pressure on her neck suddenly increased.

"Because to the winner go the spoils of war, and you, my dear, are...my spoils?" He paused and glanced down at the glaring girl. "No, my conquest."

"You..." she started but stopped when he knelt down beside her.

"Hush silly girl, now it's time for you to sleep." A hand over her eyes caused a darkness that was more than light blocked by flesh, and though she tried to fight it, her consciousness soon left her.