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Prologue

Visitor

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The sun was slipping below the line of pine trees as Eris sat on the tiny porch, sipping the hot cider from her favorite I Heart NY mug. She had gotten it in the days of the aftermath of the alien battle and it had instantly became one of her favorite souvenirs. The paint was chipped and the entire thing was covered in dust and debris when she picked it up from the rubble. The souvenir stand it had belonged to had been destroyed, completely smashed beneath one of the flying vehicles the Chitauri piloted. She had walked the streets afterward, smiling and reveling in the chaos while the streets were covered in panic stricken citizens.

Eris scraped her thumbnail over the tiny chip on the rim and took another sip. The liquid scorched her tongue but she poured the rest into her mouth. Her eyes watered but she welcomed the heat and stretched like a contented cat in the rocking chair.

It had been two years since the battle in New York and though it had done it's job in satisfying her craving, Eris couldn't help but feel bored. She had lived centuries, watched as mortals tore their world apart with war, often because of her...but things were different now. What had happened between the Avengers and the pathetic prince of Asgard had caused a shift on Earth. The mortals were more reluctant to start fighting, they actually wanted peace. Eris sighed and set the mug on the wicker table beside her, pulling her legs up onto the chair as the last of the sunlight fought for room in the darkening sky.

There had been times of peace before, albeit tiny spanses throughout the millennia. She had always felt bored then, wishing she could do something, make someone jealous to ignite some chaos amongst the tiny humans. But this time felt more...permanent. She didn't like it. When there wasn't anything to fight about, then what good was life?

Eris pursed her lips as the stars sprang to life in the sky above her and she pushed herself from the rocking chair. She lived in a shack by the standards of many, in the middle of no where but that was where she preferred to be. No annoying mortals to bother her, no deities to mock her exile. She was virtually hidden and her whereabouts were only known to two or three other gods. Which was exactly how she wanted it to be.

Her shack consisted of two rooms; a living area that was also home to a kitchen and bed, and a bathroom that was hidden behind a curtain of beads with a bright, pink peace sign painted ironically on them. Eris smirked at her humor and set her mug down on the table. Her furniture was a mix match of thrift store finds and pieces she found on the side of the road or in dumpsters. There was no pattern or feng shui. Everything was scattered. Stepping over a pile of magazines beside the bed, Eris pulled her boots off and tossed them to the floor. As she pulled the zipper down on her favorite hoodie, her stormy eyes narrowed.

She wasn't alone anymore.

She spun around to face the kitchen area and felt her heart leap into her chest. Standing behind the cluttered table, hidden partially in the shadows was a figure she had recognized from the news. His horned helmet scraped at her ceiling and Eris couldn't help smirking as she folded her arms across her chest. "What are you doing here, little boy?" Loki regarded her with an unamused twitch of his lips before stepping around her messy table.

His steps echoed through her tiny house as his boots thumped the floor beneath him. He looked tired, but much more in his head than he had in New York. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you still in trouble with daddy?" His lips pulled into a thin smile.

Ah, so he wanted to play that game? Eris loved playing games almost as much as she loved watching the mortal men fight over her. She laughed and tossed her pale hair over her shoulder, shrugging his comment off. "Zeus knows how to hold a grudge like no other. Is this what you've come to visit me for? Little quips to make you feel big and strong?" Eris tapped a fingernail to her chin, tilting her head to the side. "Ah, but big and strong is more of your brother's forte."

"Enough." His face shimmered suddenly and his helmet and Asgardian armor faded away until Loki stood before her in a dark green coat that reached his calves, buttoned to his chest. Eris let her eyes travel his length to the dark leather of his pants, thick boots and back up to his pale face. "I've come to offer you a deal."

"Asgardians don't make deals with us anymore. We seem to cause a lot of trouble when we do."

"Yes, but you're not a goddess anymore." Loki smirked. Eris felt her skin prickle with anger and she took a deep breath, calming herself. She didn't need another lightning bolt flung at her from Olympus. She thought calm thoughts, happy things.

"You better make your point quick, little boy. My patients is wearing thin." She pulled her jacket off and tossed it onto the dresser behind her. A few hair spray bottles fell over but she paid no attention to them. With Loki in her house, she felt crowded, like the walls were pressing in on her. He got under her skin and she wanted to throw him out. Still, his words enticed her and she was a tiny bit curious.

Eris busied herself with her brush, pulling it through the tangled locks of her pale, violet hair. She stared at her reflection in the dirty mirror, keeping one eye on the Asgardian behind her. Loki turned and watched her through the mirror, clasping his hand behind his back. "I need your help. I need you to start a war."

The brush stilled in her hand and she looked at the man behind her. His smirk told her he knew she wouldn't be able to resist the allure. Sighing, Eris put her brush back on the dresser, crossed her arms over her chest and turned. "I'm listening."

"I wish to bring an end to Odin's rule on Asgard. My darling brother has already graciously stepped down from the position to be with his mortal and the only way Odin will ever be forced from the throne is if his precious realm depended on his vacancy." As he spoke, Eris wanted to roll her eyes. It was always the men who were so tempted by the idea to rule and sit in the shiny chairs, as if it made a difference at all. The fact that he still wanted a title made her scoff. But, it had been so long since she had true purpose.

Shaking her head, the goddess sighed and picked up her jacket. She slipped her arms through and pulled the zipper to her chest. "Has anyone ever told you that you have serious Daddy issues? Two problems." She held up two black manicured fingers. "One. I had my powers taken, remember? No more war on Earth for me. And two...why in this world would I help you?"

Loki stepped closer to her and once again the room seemed to close in around him. Despite the fact that he was taller than she was by a head, she raised her chin and stared at him as he reached out and hooked a finger under her chin. "I never said the war was on Earth, little girl." Eris jerked her chin from his hands and glared daggers as he stepped around her toward her front door. He pulled the knob and opened it up into the darkness outside, glancing back with a smirk on his pale lips. "You don't have to help me at all...You're more than welcome to rot away here." He glanced around her house as if he were judging every detail, as if it were so beneath his standards.

Eris felt her temper flaring. She wanted to slam the door in his face, to kick him off her porch and spit at him. Instead, she rolled her eyes and snatched the boots that sat by the threshold of her front door. "Fine, I'll help." She pushed past him and stepped out into the night. It was chilly and the breeze ruffled the hair along her face. Loki followed her down the steps, his mouth upturned in a smug smile. "But first. I need a drink."

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