A/N- Holy fuck, it's been a long time, hasn't it? XD Well, I'm back. I decided to rewrite this series. Granted, it's not a series to you all yet. But I have a few stories started for it. So it's a series to me. XD

Anyway, sorry I've been gone so long! XD I started watching Supernatural... ten seasons in two months... Plus I started school. Plus I started, like, three other shows. XD Well, without further ado...

I don't own Marvel. Just Rachel. Enjoy.

I came home from school, desperately hoping that I would be able to slip in without my family noticing. It was my thirteenth birthday, I was officially a teenager, and the day had been good so far. No one in school had harassed me, and it was nacho day in the cafeteria. The only way this day could end better was if I was able to avoid the notice of my abusive family.

Apparently, the universe was working in my favor today, as when I got in there was a note on the counter, telling me that my mother, father, and sister had gone on another impromptu vacation, leaving me alone yet again. I smiled in relief, set my bag down, and made a quick dinner for myself, before going upstairs and turning Netflix on. I pulled up one of my favorite movies, Thor: The Dark World. It was actually the first action movie I had seen and liked, so it was a go-to for me whenever I had a movie night.

I was tired tonight, though, so I barely made it through the movie before I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I woke up feeling odd, out of place. Sore, as well. I blinked a few times, confusion flooding me at my surroundings. I was on the floor, and the ceiling I was looking at was white, no sign of a specific light source. But it was bright. It was also small, leading me to believe the room was small. I could, just looking up, see the clear walls on all four sides. There was an almost golden sheen to the corners, too, a detail that tickled my memory but couldn't quite click. This most certainly wasn't my room, though, as my room was decently sized, painted ceiling with a fan hanging down, and the walls a sky blue.

I sat up and looked around. The room was, indeed, rather small, obviously only built for one or two people. The walls were see-through, still with that golden sheen. I didn't look far outside the room, but I saw a dark stone hall flanked by more of the same rooms. The one I was in was well furnished, with a small table, chairs, and a bookshelf. There was also a large bed, and this was the part of the room that probably scared me the most.

Because that bed was not empty.

I couldn't quite see the occupant of the bed, but the outline was taller than me. I scooted back, covering my mouth with my hands to stifle my breath and hopefully not wake the person. Granted, I didn't know what I would do once they did wake.

When my back hit the clear wall, a slight shock went through me. It may as well have full-on electrocuted me, though, given my current adrenaline levels. I yelped in surprise, leaping away from the wall. I gasped and clamped my hand back over my mouth, spinning around to look at the bed. My eyes went wide and my breathing quickened, absolutely terrified by what I saw.

I had awoken the person sleeping there.

It was a man, dark hair to his shoulders. He was wearing a green tunic, rumpled by sleep. His eyes widened for a second upon seeing me, but narrowed quickly in suspicion and anger. In a flash he was standing before me, wrapping his hands around my throat and shoving me against the wall. My back seared with pain as it was slammed against the wall, and my lungs began to scream for oxygen as the man's hands constricted. I gasped for breath, clawing at the man's arm, trying fruitlessly to pry his hand from my throat. Tears poured from my eyes as I tried and failed to cry out in fear.

The man's piercing green gaze blazed with anger, and his hand tightened, pushing me further into the wall as he yelled at me. "Who are you?!"

I shook my head and whimpered, unable to answer and too terrified to try. The man seemed to realize I wouldn't be able to answer with him choking me, so he switched his hand to my shoulder, slamming me against the wall again.

"How did you get here?" he yelled.

I cried in fear and shook my head violently, panic closing around every fiber of my being.

He slammed me into the wall again. "Why are you here?!"

"I- I don't know!" I sobbed. "I don't know how I got here, I just want to go home!" I whimpered. "Please don't hurt me."

The man seemed to realize that I wasn't a threat, and he let me go, choosing instead to pace around the room. "How did you get here?"

I shook my head, rubbing my throat and curling into a little ball. "I don't know, I swear! I fell asleep at home, then I just woke up here! I don't know what happened."

He paused in his pacing to turn to me. Slowly, he walked towards me, kneeling down to look me curiously in the eye. I scooted back again, ignoring the shock from the wall hitting my back. "Child tell me, what are you?"

"W-what do you mean?" I sniffed.

"Well, you're obviously not Asgardian," he said, eyeing me over. "Nor do you quite seem mortal, either."

"I-I'm human," I stammered. Did he say Asgard? That can't be right. I took a closer look at his face, then gasped in realization, squishing myself even further into the wall. "You're Loki!"

He grinned, a sly thing that reminded me of the cat about to eat the canary. "Why yes, little mortal, I am. Surprised it took you that long to figure out."

I shook my head, burying it into my knees. "That can't be right! You're not real!"

"I do believe New York would like to differ," Loki quipped.

I looked up, new tears in my eyes. "No, you're not real! You-you're a character, from a movie. You can't be real! T-this can't be real."

Yet, a piece of me knew it was. I was here on Asgard, apparently in the prisons, in a cell with Loki Laufeyson. But how? That was impossible! This whole thing was impossible! But the pain in my neck and back assured me that this was very, very real.

Before Loki could say anything, we both heard the footsteps. I sensed, rather than spotted, two guards making their rounds through the prison. I yelped in fear, not sure what would become of me if they saw me. Loki stood as they passed, returning their dirty, mistrustful looks with a lazy smirk. The guards didn't seem to notice me, though, simply walking by as though I wasn't even there.

Once they were out of sight, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and looked at Loki. "Why didn't they see me?"

"Because you were invisible," he replied shortly.

I took a shaky breath. "Oh… well, thank you, I guess."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

"For, I dunno, making me invisible," I said.

He shook his head. "I didn't do anything. I suppose you have some magic, little mortal." He grinned wolfishly. "You're quite interesting, aren't you? What's your name?"

"R-Rachel," I replied. "Rachel Thatcher."

"Well, Rachel," he said, "it would seem that we are cell mates. Care for a book?"

A/N- SO excited for this series! Please, please PM me if it starts getting a while before I post again! XD I wanna let you guys read the rest of the installments. And, by a while, I mean, like, a month or more.

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