Warnings: This is T because everything will go to heck at some point or other, and the main character's a potty mouth. I don't think that anyone here's a Mary Sue, if they are tell me how they are/what to fix. Oh, and I'm using British English spelling, so that's not an issue.
Just another Midgardian. Plain, compared to the women of Asgard. But in her own right, she was beautiful. Long honey-coloured hair, and deep hazel eyes on a short, thick frame. She was smart, and seemed to sense things before they were there. Loki fell for her immediately. He courted her, she returned the feelings, and in a three-month whirlwind romance, she became pregnant.
Then he tried to rule Midgard.
"Why? Why would you want that?" she asked as he came in one night to the tiny apartment where she lived.
"Together we will rule. You will be a queen, don't you want that?" she shook her head.
"These are… these are my people. I'm a 'Midgardian', as you put it, so why do you want me? why would you do this?" she paced the length of the living room, about four strides.
"Amanda, all I want is for you to be happy." His voice was level as he leaned against the wall.
"I am happy. I have love, I'm going to have a child, why don't you just stop this insane plan and help me raise her?" her voice was shrill, piercing him.
"When Midgard is mine I'll help you."
"And if you fail?" her voice became a whisper.
"Then you need not worry. I will not trouble you again." he said calmly.
"If you fail… remember me? if you win, remember me… I'm only a 'Midgardian', after all."
"No, no, no… you're much more." Loki told her. He walked over to her, handing her two chains. On one was a glowing orb, on the other, an ice-blue jewel.
"As a final gift." He said. she took the necklaces and closed them in her fist. He smiled, planted a kiss on her forehead, and left.
He didn't return.
She watched the news as Loki was led away. She cursed herself for letting him woo her, for loving someone who chose power over her. She turned off the TV and stopped thinking about him. She forced her thoughts out of her head, put away all feelings, and prepared to raise a child alone.
And it was a strange child. A girl, small at birth, paler than her father. She had black hair like Loki, but for eyes, completely feline. Yellow with cat's pupils. The nurses had been surprised, fearful even, when she opened her golden orbs. Amanda was too tired to react, only to tell them that the girl's name was Keldra. She assumed that her looks would be the only anomaly. She was wrong.
The girl's powers began to manifest when she was one. her temper tantrums, of which there were many, would drive up the heat in the room. As she grew older, fire would catch around her. The first time she saw a cat, a tabby outside their window, she pressed her face to the glass, and turned into a black kitten. She changed back quickly, though, and of those two powers, the shifting was the only one she could truly control.
And of course there were her heightened senses. Whether it was because of her mother or her feline nature, or a mix of both, she could hear everything, from the insects in the walls to the birds outside. She could see in sharp detail, picking up every little movement. She could also smell everything. She was a master at detecting emotion. When one of Amanda's boyfriends lied about where he'd been, Keldra knew it. She called him out, forced the truth out from him, that he was sleeping with another woman, and he'd dumped Amanda soon after. She knew when people were angry or scared, and could track them as well.
Amanda taught her very early on that she had to keep her powers a secret. At first it was a game, but spiraled into a way of life for her: a web of question evading, lies, and confusion. She had fun twisting people around in circles, throwing them into confusion over the tiniest things.
She ended up alone, though. People wouldn't talk to her, instead whispering in the corners about the strange kid with cat eyes. She heard it all.