Ch 1

The tower was quiet as I sat in the window, looking out at all the people of Asgard. Most were working class peasants born into a life of hard work and long hours. Some had managed to move up from their financial status but even then, they were mere shop keepers. I, on the other hand, was a prince. I was born into luxurious beds, silk sheets and not a single callous on my hands, my magic made sure of that. I was so lost in thought I had not heard the door open until the loud crash pulled me from my own mind. My head whipped around to find a terrified looking servant with a red face furiously trying to pick up the pitcher of food she had dropped all over the fur rug on my floor. I swiftly stood up, anger shooting through me as I glared at the girl. "You clutz. Look what you have done!"

She sqealed and started to mumble apology after apology, hear head still on the now wasted food. "Im so sorry my lord, I didn't mean to. My hand slipped and I…I…it just…I'm so sorry."

"Get up, get out! Clean this mess and leave! Don't dare enter this place again!" I waived my hand toward the door, advancing forward.

"I'm so sorry…it won't happen again." She let her long brown hair fall in her face trying to hide her tears.

"You are right, it won't happen again because I don't ever want to see you in this castle again. Find another family to serve." I held my gaze on her trembling form.

She looked up at me with wide eyes "but…but sire, I…I have where to go…."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you ruined my rug." I turned my back on her and made my way over to my bed. "Now leave before I have you escorted out."

The girl stood up, eyes filled with tears and shook her head. "You are nothing like your brother…he would never allow this."

Anger shot though me like a flame, my body lurched forward, pinning the girl to the closed wall with my hand around her throat. "Don't you Ever compare me to him or I will break your jaw so no more words could ever flow from that vile mouth of yours."

Her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened up into a scream as I dropped her to the floor. I watched as she scrambled out of the room, scraping her knees on the way out.

"Filthy, worthless creature."

Eyra's Prov

I sat at the corner of the street waiting for the perfect victim. I eyed each person, judging what they might have in their pockets, my hands curled around my torn dress and I looked down at my unshoed feet. My whole body was nasty, covered in dirt and grime from living on the streets. A cry caught my eye as I watched a young girl being thrown out of Odin's palace, her belongings in her arms. She looked to be about 17 with long brown hair and tear stained eyes. While Thor was on Midgard and with Odin falling into his slumber, I had guessed Loki was in a mood due to his lack of power. The young girl looked lost as she picked herself up off the ground and tried to figure out what to do. I felt a wave of disgust towards her as she met my gaze. Who was she to be so confused by living with the rest of us. Just another servant, born on their knees destined to die on their knees. I scoffed and continued looking for a victim of my theft. Soon my eyes caught sight of a young man with blond hair and a nice set of armor on him. Along with the armor however, was a bag of coins attached to his hip. I licked my lips "Perfect."

My feet sprung into action, moving me forwards as I began running at full speed towards the man, tuning my head backwards just in time to run into him, knocking us both on the ground. "I'm so sorry sir!" I forced my brown eyes to grow wide, putting both my hands on his sides while my fingers untied the bag and slipped it into my sleeve before pushing myself up off the ground.

The man stood up, brushed himself off and shook his head. "its all…..right?"

Before he could finish his sentence I was running away, pushing in between people, my fingers clutching the bag of money. "HEY!"

There it was, he noticed it was gone. Truly I was impressed, most people took longer to notice. My feet moved quickly, up and down to shove my body forwards and away from the man that was no doubt chasing me by now. "Stop her!"

I smirked as I dodged people, jumping up over a table and sliding under a cart, almost looking back to see where the man was but I was thrown to the ground before I had time to do so. My back slammed into the ground and my whole chest felt broken as my lungs gasped for the wind that was knocked out of me. My wide eyes stared up at what had stopped me so suddenly. It was a large man with a dark beard and similar armor to the man previously chasing me. The blond man caught up just as the larger man was pulling me to my feet. "Come on you little thief"

I kicked and screamed, nails digging into the mans hand as he fought to hold me down. "NO!"

"Fandral, why were you chasing this woman?" the large beared man asked.

"She stole my sack Volstagg. A crafty one she is, I almost didn't notice it was gone."

His blue eyes stared down at me with a mix of amusement and admiration. I kicked and thrashed again, spitting in his face. My eyes were filled with hate at the man infront of me. How dare he find my need for theft amusing. How dare he look down upon me for the life his people caused me.

"Well, what do you want to do with her?"

Fandral stood straight up, placing his hand on his hip and tilted his head. "What's your name child?"

I held my glare and snarled.

"Take her to the cells. If she won't behave well enough to tell me her name, she can be caged my the animal she is trying so hard to act like." He turned to walk away but stopped, looking back at me and yanked the bag that was hidden in my dress away. "And this belongs to me."

I kicked again, loosing energy but refusing to show weakness. I was drug through the streets, ignoring the looks of people passing by. What did they know of my situation? That I was some thief in need of some prison time? A kid who need a time out? No, I was just some girl who never made it and was finally getting what she deserved. I kept my eyes on the ground, thinking that maybe if I relaxed, they would relax and I could slip though their grip.

The two men now known as Volstagg and Fandral slowed their pace as I did, looking back at me. "Are you calming down young one?"

I didn't look up and made no action to show that I had heard them.

"I think she has. Are you going to tell us your name now?"

I felt their fingers loosen from around my arms and in one quick motion, I twisted into a 180, pulling my arms from their grip and taking off down the street in another attempt to escape them. My eyes were wide as I ran, breathing heavily and throwing anything I could behind me to stop them. I heard crashes all round me as people moved out of my way, some shoving back but nothing with enough force to knock me down as I was moving to fast for them to get any good grip. The road grew narrower and narrower forcing my pace to come to a halt as I reached a dead end within an ally. I was breathing heavily searching for any means of escape when my eyes caught sight of a roof top that was much lower than the rest. I reached my arm up and closed my eyes, fingers spreading wider as I felt the ground shift beneath me. Soon I was being lifted into the air as a green glow surrounded my form. I heard feet skidding to a halt as the men known as Volstagg and Fandral slowed to watch me rise into the air. I heard a grunt and suddenly I felt a weight around my thigh and my whole body being yanked back into the ground. My eyes grew wide as my body collapsed on the dirt below and a weight on my chest. I cried out, still trying to escape but the use of my power had taken a lot of energy out of me. I knew what I had wasn't strong but it was my only hope of an escape and I had just wasted it.

I was vaguely aware of the men pulling me to my feet before my dirty hair fell in my face and my eyes closed, plunging me into my own darkness.

Loki's Prov

There was a commotion outside as I made my way into the lobby of the palace. Fandral and Volstagg were arguing about something and my mother was trying to calm them down.

"No! There is no way she is of the streets! Not with that power! You saw her eyes!" Fandral was pacing, trying to think as Volstagg sat, trying to reason with him.

"Yes, but she is just a girl. She clearly has not reached her full peak yet. She passed out after just a short while! She is no danger to us…..not yet at least."

"But she could be!"

I entered causally, catching the attention of everyone in the room. "Who seems to be the cause of your stress now Fandral? Another lady gone too far?" I smirked, sitting down in one of the chairs after grabbing an apple off of the table and taking a bite.

Fandral glared at me before standing up straight, a serious look on his face. "A girl yes, but not of my attraction." He paused for a moment before looking me in the eyes. "She has magic."

I shrugged. "Lots of people have magic Fandral, it is not uncommon."

"Yes but we don't know what kind!"

"So you are just going to lock up everyone with magic until you can figure out the source? Is that your plan?"

"No. Im saying that she is locked up because she is a thief and I am concerned become very few people can LEVITATE with their magic!"

I raised an eyebrow. "I can."

"Yes! And you are a god Loki! She is not!"

I shifted on my feet, tilting my head to the side to look over at my mother with a smirk. "Frigga?"

My mother stepped forward, her hand outstretched. "Loki, please. You do not know of what she is. "

My heart grew hard, anger welling up inside as my mother turned her back to me, facing Fandral. "Fandral please ensure she is not released until further questioning may occur"

Fandral stepped forward. "yes, my lady."

Fury flowed through my veins as I straightened up and quickly left the room, making no attempt to hide my anger for them. I pushed open the doors. I shook my head, trying to shake the un-natrual protective feeling I had for this girl. I knew what the penalty for theft from a royal was. I had to talk to her. If she was like me…..if she had powers like mine…..

Eyra's Prov

I opened my eyes to find my head resting against a wall, arms chained to the ground and the smell of damn stone around me. The room was dark and I couldn't hear anything around me. Slowly my eyes adjusted to see the bars in front of me and I knew I was in a dungeon. The door jiggled and swung open to reveal a man with long black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore black and green armor and held a scepter in his left hand.

I kept my eyes on him as we walked in, closing the door behind him, motioning to the guards to leave. When he turned to me he held a stare with no emotion.

After a long silence I spoke, annoyance clear in my voice. "If you want something, take it, if not go away."

He chuckled. "I would expect more respect towards your lord."

I snorted. "You must be Loki." I looked up at him with a glare "My lord"

He snarled, moving forward to grip my neck. "You will show me some respect!"

"I shall do no such thing! You deserve nothing I have to offer!" I choked as his grip on my throat tightened.

He shook his head and released me, dropping me to the ground. "This gets us nowhere."

I looked up, holding my throat. "Ya think?"

There was a silence before he turned around, eyeing me. "Your magic. Let me see it."

"No." I refused to be held here due to my magic. "I can't control it."

"I will. Just let me see what you can do."