Hello! I can't believe the attention my first Loki FanFic is getting, and i'm so happy! So, because everyone seems to like my other Loki FanFic, I decided to write another one. This story takes place after Thor 2. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

I remember how he looked at me. His eyes filled with some strange playful manner. I couldn't put my finger on what it was about me that intrigued him so. But as his laugh radiated through the throne room, some sort of happiness embedded in it, I knew I wouldn't be harmed. But as he sat up, staff in hand, a mischievous smile painted across his lips, I tensed up again.

I thought he was Odin. But as he had morphed into Loki, my whole perception of him changed. He had sat there, legs stretched open, holding Odin's staff, as I was brought in. As far as anyone knew Loki had died months ago. Around the time there was a slight alien invasion in London. The world had been told of alien life beyond Earth; after New York happened it was a bit hard to cover it up, considering the amount of alien bodies lying around the streets... Earth had been briefly informed of 'what was actually out there,' once everyone had been told that the 'realm eternal' was known as Asgard, and the people who lived there were mostly Norse Gods that were once praised by the Vikings. So people started getting a little more attuned with their knowledge of history. As did I. I brushed up on the Norse mythology. And I knew all about this 'Loki' character. But so did the rest of the world, what with his face being plastered all over the news after what happened in New York. The world, or more, the Americans wanted him to be brought to justice. So once Shield knew Loki had died in another realm somewhere in the universe only a few months ago, it put the people who were hell bent on revenge minds' at ease.

But here he stood. The god of mischief, staring down at me, smiling. An myself, confused, unsure of my fate. Knowing what he had done to 'Midgardian's' in New York I only knew I would receive an unfriendly fate for stumbling upon a secret wormhole to Asgard from Earth. But it was that smile... That smile that made me question whether I'd be killed on the spot, or live to tell the tale. That smile, made me think he was...impressed...

"You came through the secret wormhole from Midgard?" He finally spoke. His voice was smooth, persuasion and charm running through each word he uttered. I nodded. His smile widened. "I'm impressed." He said simply. With that, I decided to take my chance,

"Well just so you know... If you're going to kill me, I found that wormhole thingy by accident, so... That should really hold some ground, if you're also considering letting me go." Loki laughed.

"I am not going to kill you." He stated.

"So I can go home?"

"Not just yet, no." He spoke, turning to sit back on his throne. He placed his spear next to him, leaning it against the stone. I wondered how that throne was comfortable...

"I've done nothing wrong. Why won't you allow me to leave?" I contested. He leaned forward.

"Because I wish to keep you here...for further study."

"Study? I'm not a lab rat Loki." As I mouthed the last word I felt a sharp pain in my leg as the guard who held me by the arm struck me down. I fell to the ground, landing on my knees. I winced at the pain of hitting them against the stone floor. Loki stood up immediately.

"Did I say to touch her?!" Loki yelled at the guard, fury in his eyes.

"She did not call you by your title, my King. She disrespected your honour." The guard justified, his voice quavering.

"He's not my king, so I don't have to respect him." I yelled from the floor. I knew it probably wasn't the best time for me to put my two cents in, but hell, if they were going to talk about me, then I wanted a say in the conversation. The guard raised his spear, ready to strike my head. Loki moved quickly, his hand coming down on the spear, holding it in a mid-attack stance. Loki brandished a small knife, engravings on its hilt and handle. He thrust it into the guards chest. The guard gasped as he fell to the floor blood seeping out in a thick puddle. I looked away quickly, scarred from what I had just witnessed. My heart began to beat quickly, my body temperature rising. I could hear my raspy breathing echo throughout the hall.

Loki leaned down, his legs bending to meet my gaze. He looked at me with a piercing stare, no remorse present. I stared at him, terrified. He truly was a murderer. Why the hell did I have to walk down that god-damned tunnel and walk into another blasted realm, STU-PID. He didn't speak, he only stood up after a moment and moved to the throne again. I took a deep breath and swallowed hard. I pulled myself up from the floor, refusing to look at the dead corpse lying next to me.

"Your innocence shall not serve you well here, not under my rule." He said softly. His voice nestled a small ounce of care. He picked up his staff, banging it on the ground hard. Doors nearby, to my side, opened. Two guards entered, awaiting orders. Loki did not look at them, holding my horrified gaze as he spoke. "Prepare quarters immediately for the mortal." One guard left the room as quickly as he had entered.

"So now I'm to be your prisoner?" I spoke, almost spitting the words. He laughed, smiling.

"On the contrary, you are to be my guest." He turned his head to the remaining guard. "Take her to the healers, have her checked. Then take her to her new quarters. Do not harm her, or you shall answer to me, as your friend just did." Loki gestured to the dead corpse lying next to me. I walked over to the guard, following him out as Loki watched me. I ignored his gaze.

The guard led me down a multitude of hallways, stone walls with strange etchings adorning them. He led me through a pair of thick double doors, as I entered, I was instantly surrounded by a group of women. They wore intricate silk dresses, with metal shoulder pads and elaborate hair styles. I was rested upon a stone slab. A holographic scan of the inner workings of my body formed above me. I saw my organs and skeletal structure, and as they moved and inspected parts of my body, they nodded to the guard.

"She is in perfect health for a mortal." One of them announced. Another helped me off the slab. The guard then continued to lead me down more hallways until we reached yet another set of doors, although these were much bigger, and they were painted gold. He opened the doors and I followed him inside. A large four-poster bed sat on one side, an ensuite nearby. On the other side of the vast room, a desk and wardrobe sat, neatly placed. There was a very small wooden bookshelf nestled in the corner, half filled with old leather binders with gold writing painted down the spines. There was a large window to the side as well. I looked out and saw a beautiful sea below me. A large rainbow bridge ran across it, leading to a circular building. The doors to my bedroom clicked shut. As it turned, I found I was now alone. I ran to the doors, but for some reason, could not open them. A strange green mist circled around the edges of each door. As hard as I tried, the doors would not budge. And once I had worked up a small sweat, I gave up, lying on the silk sheets of the bed in defeat.