Right, hello people
I am reposting this story, on my new account, due to popular demand
Please don't take it too seriously
I wrote it last year
I cannot say I'm at all proud of it
But hey, if you want, say what you think
we can all laugh at the terribly mary-sue rubbish

DISCLAIMER- No, I don't own anything MARVEL. And if I did, this still would not be in it. Hell no.

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"Ek, again? Really?" I frowned down at my no longer 'hot' chocolate. I had a habit of running off into piles of paper work and forgetting I had hot drinks waiting. Sighing I squeezed the cup and felt the tips of my small fingers warm, and the liquid inside bubbled slightly. Not bad. I raised the cup to my smiling lips and wandered back to my large computer screen. I pulled up a black and blue graph onto its translucent screen. It had changed dramatically since I had last checked. I dropped my cup and it smashed, brown spreading over the cold metal floor of the giant lab like room.

"It's fluctuating again, Sir." I watched the screen, my round emerald green eyes searching for any more changes in the Tesseract's power.

"What? Where, El?" Eric Selvig popped his head over my shoulder. I pointed out the pressure point on my touch computer screen to Selvig. We both looked up from my screen to watch the Blue casket three metres ahead of us. This was very bad indeed. I pushed some stray strands of my flaming red hair behind my ear and chewed my lip.

"What do we do?" Selvig shook his near bald head and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his grey-green eyes.

"Fury will be here soon. Just keep monitoring it, ok?" I looked back and the Tess. It was growing stronger by the minute.

"A door has two ways…" I tugged my white lab coat around me and grimaced back at my screen. A thought flicked into my mind. I pressed the third intercom button on my radio: "Hey Hawkeye?" I waited, holding the radio in my small pale hands.

"Yes Eldr?" Ek, I can't stand my name.

"It's El. What is the Tess doing from your side?" I watched Hawk adjust his position on the high cherry both.

"Just a lot of glowing. What's happening?" I looked at my screen again. The Tesseract's power had increased by another 10%.

"I think it's opening a portal of some kind…" Hawk swore and the radio cut off. I picked up my clip board and hurried over to the main computer and tapped in my pass code.

"How long has it been like this?" a deep voice was rumbling behind me. The Director. I'd heard of him, but I'd never met him.

"I can't be sure. Miss Eira over there, she's our top person when it comes to understanding the Tess." I took a couple of breaths before turning around to look at the Director. He was big in S.H.I.E.L.D. I spun on the toe of my black leather converse shoes and gave him my brightest smile. Probably inappropriate, gathering the situation. The Director was as impressive as his title: he was a tall mysterious man, a black eye patch over a heavily scared face. Dressed in a black suit and leather coat. Scary. Gulping I approached Dr Selvig and Fury, my knees wobbling slightly under my tight black pants. I suppose I dressed more army than scientist, my black boots and pants, a dark green t-shirt under my lab coat.

"The Tesseract has been steadily growing in power for the past four hours. I believe that it may be about to open a portal." The Director looked me over. People often doubted my abilities, as I was only 18, the youngest person by at least 5 years here. He seemed to decide I was fine.

"Show me." A very direct Director, then. I hoped over to my computer, shutting of the main one.

"This is the amount of pressure the power is creating, and at this rate-" I didn't finish. The Tesseract exploded in a tower of blue light crackling over the ceiling, creating the portal I had feared would come. "Oh dear…" agents flooded into the room, and Hawkeye was suddenly at my side.

"You were right, El." Yes, unfortunately I was.

"What's that in the middle?" Selvig pushed his way to beside me, and pointed a shaking finger at the base of the portal. Very suddenly the tower disappeared, leaving the portal self-sustained on the roof.

"Oh my goodness, is that a person?" Where Selvig had been pointing moments earlier was a figure, kneelt on one knee, head bent. From what I could see through the clearing smoke, the figure was a man, dressed in some kind of black leather costume and a green and black amour. The man raised his face. I drew in a breath. He was as pale as snow, with slicked back black hair contrasting with his skin… but his lowing green eyes… they were full of insanity. He looked the essence of evil. "What… who is he?"

"No idea. But how the hell did he get here?" Selvig moved from next to me and shuffled over to the Director. "Who is he? He doesn't look friendly." The man slowly stood up, his eye quickly scooping the room. He was very tall.

A stray thought glimmered into my mind: He's very handsome. Minus the evil. He's so your type. I felt a small blush crop over my cheeks and banished the thought. How me to think something like that in this situation.

"You ok El? Your face is all red." Hawk grasped his bow and stepped slightly in front of me, protectively. I was like the little sister of our crew here at S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I'm ok. What's going to happen?" as I spoke Fury stepped forward, frowning.

"We have no argument with your people." Oh, so he knew who the man is. Interesting. The man smirked and walked forward a couple of steps, his darting eyes fixed on Fury.

"An ant has no quarry with a boot." He broke into an evil grin. I grabbed Hawks arm, it was really frightening. Fury frowned.

"Leave now, and you will come to no harm." The agents raised their weapons, focusing on the man's chest. He grinned again, half his mouth crawling up the side of his face. Maybe not so handsome. Then again… I mentally slapped myself and focussed back on the issue at hand. "I warn you…"

"No!" the man's face contorted suddenly as he lashed out with a golden spear he held his hand. Flashes of blue shot everywhere, as agents fell to the floor. Hawk pushed me down and loaded his bow, yelling out to Fury and Selvig.

"Stop!" The man pointed his spear at Fury. "Stop now, human." Fury made to move forwards but the tall man spun the spear and a shot of blue hit Fury in the chest and he crumpled to the floor. The man turned and swiftly approached Hawk. I scrambled under a desk, hoping not to be noticed. "You have heart." The man raised the spear and poked Hawk above his heart. I watched in horror as the blue light swarmed to the point of the spear. Hawk didn't move. Maybe he can't. But I can. In a sudden surge of bravery I gripped the leg of my metal desk and swung myself outwards across the slippery floor. My feet made contact with the man's leather covered ankles.

"What in Vallah?" Momentarily the man was distracted and looked down at me, surprise crossing his sharp features. Moving into a crouch I drew back a fist to use the little self-defence I know and hit him in the knee. Before I could make my move the man caught my shoulder and swung me in the opposite direction. I hit the metal wall with a thump. It appeared this man was a lot stronger than he looked. Squinting I raised my head and looked over at Hawk. He was no longer standing stiffly, but was walking beside the man…

"Let him go! Hawk… Clint… what are you doing? Stop helping him!" dragging myself onto my feet I gripped the wall and regained my balance. It seemed I was fine. But Hawk wasn't, and neither would Selvig be in a moment. The man was poking Selvig in the chest while Hawk restrained him from behind. I pelted forward, my eyes searching the shaking room for a weapon. Wait, shaking?

"Oh no…" the walls around me were developing cracks, and rubble was beginning to fall from the ceiling. The room could not contain the portal. I looked back to Hawk and Selvig. In the short time I had been distracted it seemed the intruder had managed to gain control of the remaining able agents. Fury lay on the ground feet from me, blood flowing from a gash in the top of his bald head.

"Director? Mr Fury? Can you hear me?" my voice shook as I knelt over him, removing my lab coat and pressing it to his cut, stopping the blood. I heard swift footsteps approach me. Reeling round I saw the tall man stalk past me, his eyes fixed on the Tesseract. He wasn't getting it.

"I'll be back, Sir, just hold in there." Fury made no sigh of hearing me as I leapt to my feet and charged at the man. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, I'm small and wouldn't be able to pull him away. Nether the less I chucked myself on the man's back and pulled back on his shoulders, his hands inches from the glowing casket.

"Let go, woman. I have no plans to harm you." Grasping my hands the man prised my fingers from his shoulder and shook me off. What did he mean 'you'? My feet once again found the ground and I rocked lightly back and forwards on my heels. Wait, get back on the ball, El. I shook my head and made to attack the man again, but instead I felt two arms grab me from behind. Hawkeye.

"Let me go! Clint Barton, you put me down right now!" I struggled against Hawk's grip, waving my short arms, trying to hit any part of him I could. I failed miserably. The man turned around, hands tight on the Tesseract. An evil grin split his face, his green eyes twinkling at me.

"You will be coming with me. Hold her tight, we don't want her escaping. Find a car before this worthless cavern falls in." Scooping me into a fireman's lift Hawk restrained my legs and arms. I looked up into his face. Someone else's eyes stared down at me, blue like lightening. I relaxed and gave up. I didn't have a hope. The man noticed and gave me another creepy smile. Then a rock fell from the ceiling, smacking my head…. everything went black.

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There's nothing like cuddling up in bed… so why am I hating it? My head feels all foggy. I kept my eyes tightly closed and rolled over…

"Ouch! What on Earth?" I was sitting on the floor of a small white walled room, my eyes having opened when I fell to the floor. To my left was a small steel shelf sticking out from the tiled wall, a blue fluffy blanket bundled on top of it. That explains why I'd found it uncomfortable to sleep. I reached for the edge of the 'bed' I had fallen off and gently stood up, only to fall back down, clutching my head. It was not only foggy, but there was a throbbing pain in my right temple. I raised my right hand and gently stroked the painful area of my pale flesh. My fingers found a little lump, no bigger than a coin.

"How… oh." With a jolt I got flashes of my last memories. The Tesseract had created a portal, and a man had come through, possessed my friends, and stolen the Tess. And me. Cautiously I looked up into the corners of the tight room to check for cameras. Sure enough I saw I little black circle in the corner above the door… the door!

"Let me out! Hello? Please, let me out!" I swiftly got to my feet, recovered my balance, and began banging my little fists on the white metal door. The door clanged under my beatings as I screamed for anyone. After ten minutes of nothing I gave up and sat on the cold hard floor, my back against the door. I held my black clad knees up to my chest and felt tears roll down my cheeks. I was alone, in an unknown area, and I was terrified. Silent sobs rocked my body as I clutched my knees and curled my head down, more tears spilling over. I gave a start of shock when I felt the door push open against my back.

"Awake, are we? How is your sweet head?" I scrambled away from the door and swiped at my eyes as my tall captor entered the room, clicking the door shut behind him. The man watched me quizzically and smirked, his bright eyes twinkling. "I do believe I asked you a question."

"F-fine… who are you? Where am I? Why am I here?" I pressed my back against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. The spikey ends of the man's black hair shook as he chuckled and took a step towards me. He looked just the same as I remembered: Tall, pale, vividly green eyes, dressed in curious black and green clothes… and yes, he was quite good looking. He took yet another step towards me, and when I cowered away from him he sighed and shook his head.

"I am Loki Of Asgard. The God of Mischief. Who are you, little one?" Reaching out to flick my chin Loki grinned at me, pearly white teeth poking out from between his lips. I ducked away from his touch and sat in the closest corner, huddling against my knees. So Loki had captured me and didn't even know my name, and what on Earth was 'Asgard' or 'The God of Mischief'? I frowned up into his face and sighed.

"Eldr. Eldr Eira. Call me El." I felt a small blush tinge my cheeks. I really don't like my name. Towering above me Loki scratched his pointed chin and watched me with interest, a slight smile playing over his lips. I felt my cheeks get hotter, feeling very self-conscious under his intense gaze.

"How… illuminating. Yes, very interesting indeed." Loki paced the length of the room twice, his leather boots slapping the floor. I was beginning to feel very unnerved.

"Why? Why is that interesting?" I slowly stood up but stayed as far away from Loki as I could. He frowned at the ground and then raised an eyebrow at me, grinning mysteriously. It was rather annoying.

"I may tell you later. I am currently very busy. That is the door to your bathroom. I will have some of my people bring in your clothes. I will be seeing you soon, El." With that Loki swung the door open effortlessly and left. Ok then. I swivelled on my heels and noticed the door he had pointed at. I padded quickly over to it and the door automatically slide open. Motion senses. Rather nervously I walked inside the little room. It was equal in size to my other room, and contained a shower and a mirror and basin. It was freaky clean. I quickly scanned the room for cameras. None.

"Well, I do love showers…" Despite everything I really wanted to be clean. A folded blue towel sat on the edge of the basin. Just too tempting. Locking the door behind me I pulled out the shower leaver and felt hot water pound my hand. Smiling to myself I tugged off my clothes and jumped in, massaging my head, avoiding the sore point.

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I stood in front of the oval mirror above the basin and frowned at my towel covered body. My towel dried red hair hung straight just above my shoulders, my side fringe covering my large green eyes. I pushed back my hair with my small hand and examined the pale skin around my temple. There was the small yellow mark of a faded bruise. It looked like the rest of me was fine. I smiled at the mirror, my red lips going up at the corners. I can get out of this. I can survive. Reminded of an old song I held on to my towel and danced around the room one my slim bare feet. I was ok.

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Loki's POV-

Eldr Eira was the oddest creature I have ever encountered. She has captured my attention as no other being has before. Swirling on my chair I watched her room from one of my many computer screens. Such odd technology these Midgardians use. El was seated on her sleeping platform, and having bathed and clothed she was looking more stunning than when I first sighted her. Her surprisingly red hair was perfectly shaped around her face; her skin was unnaturally white, almost inhuman. Her eyes… a glowing emerald green, flecks of gold shinning out of them. Her build was very pleasing; she was slim, however also very curved. In other words, she was perfect. Especially dressed in a large white woollen jumper over very nice tight jeans… delicious.

"I want you to bring her here… keep her surrounded." I flicked my long hand at the agents and grinned, smoothing back my hair. We may only have met yesterday… but I wished for her to be close. This was a dangerous feeling, likely to get in my way… but I am Loki, God of Mischief, I can control it all.

"Sir, we are making progress." Ah, the Selvig man. So bright minded for a mortal.

"Yes? How so?" Standing up from my chair I approached the work station, stepping around the weapon holding thug, Hawk-something.

"I believe I am close to understanding how this might be done." The bald man continued to fiddle with wires, not looking up. He should show more respect… however the sooner the job was completed the better.

"Good. Continue as before." Turning I smirked to myself as I saw my slaves guide El into my large office glass room. She was looking terrified. I am unsure as to why, but I found it ever so… enthralling.

"Hello, sweet one. What do you think of my palace?" Grinning at my own joke I spread my arms, spinning on the spot. Her beautiful face was in the opposite direction to mine, looking to that loathsome thug. Grinding my teeth I gestured for her guards to move away. I stepped forward so I towered above her, wanting to frighten her further.

"Are you deaf? I ask you a clear question, and yet you make no response." Turning her face up to mine she gulped, her eyes wide and filled with nerves… just as I wanted them to be. No. Not truly. I do not want to hurt this woman. I must learn to control myself.

"I-I'm… Where are we? Why am I here?" El's eyes were suddenly stubborn and the gold became more prominent. She can ask all she wants; I have no plan to tell her anything important.

"You are in my custody. You will do as I tell you." Dropping my frightening manner I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. She lent away, her brows drawn in the middle. How I wished to touch her…

"Get away from me! Hawk, Hawk, take me away from here, please!" She reached for the thug, for safety… I want her to reach for me like that… Luckily the man made no response, pushing her away without turning. Strong possessing has always been a favourite of mine. Falling over El abruptly began to cry. No one but me seemed to see, all under orders to focus on their jobs.

"Now, now, I will not harm you!" I held out my hand to her, hoping she would accept the offer of help. Looking up at me through her long lashes El bit her lip, her flow of tears subsiding as she grudgingly placed her slender hand in mine. This was good. I gently pulled her up, and put my arms about her back. Rather to my surprise she leant into my chest, shaking slightly.

"Loki…" I closed my eyes, a small sigh escaping my mouth. Her sweet voice saying my name… I wanted to hear that every day for the rest of my life. She pulled away and I released El somewhat annoyed. She looked calmer, but still distressed.

"What are you doing? What's wrong with Hawkeye?" Again with that stupid Thug! Supressing the brief wave of anger I blinked and absent minded stared at her blood red heart shaped mouth.

"It concerns you not. I do not need your mind, I have many scientists already at work… your 'friend' is… hypnotised. His mind is not his." El's features portrayed horror as she glanced at the thug, her eyes once again glistening with tears.

"Can't you let him out slightly? So I can talk to him? I need a familiar friend." She looked up into my eyes, breaking any resistance I may have had. She had, as the Midgardians say, me wrapped around her little finger… and I had only just met her.

"You may not talk to him about plans, conspiracies, or anything of that sort, is that clear?" I picked up my staff, feeling it vibrate with power. Eldr nodded her petit head and watched as I fiddled with the thug's mind, undoing certain walls and putting new ones up. Muttering under my breath I finished and took a step back, assessing my work.

"Eldr? Are you ok?" The thug stepped forward and she fell into his arms. I was feeling an overwhelming urge to kill him and take his place. Under my stern gaze he shifted El from him and faced me.

"May I take Miss Eira to the Cafeteria?" Ah, why do Midgardians always think of food? Pinching the bridge of my nose I sighed, shaking my head wearily.

"Yes, you may. I wish to see you again before you return to your courters, El. You are extremely lucky I am so lenient with you." Smiling, an earnest smile, Eldr briefly stroked my shoulder before leaving the room after her friend. I spent the next night dreaming of her hot touch.

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