The first time I had ever heard of Loki I had just gotten out of the bath. I wasn't exactly prepared to have Agent Natasha Romanoff (known to me as Tasha) in my room waiting for me, but then again she never was good with privacy.
"Hey Tasha, what brings you here?" I asked lazily. Working for SHEILD for as many years as I had I was no longer surprised by the strange times they'd feel it was urgent to send me in, but normally it was just Agent Coulson awkwardly knocking on the door at 6 in the morning and not Tasha at 3 in the afternoon. Once more I was technically on my vacation, though that never stopped them before.
"Normally I wouldn't be so forceful about assignments Sigyn, and you know this. But this is urgent." She pressed on, as if worried she'd set me off. She always was very careful.
"Continue." I said as I walked across my room into my walk-in closet.
"Remember the case about Thor? Well his brother, Loki is trying to take over the world. That's not really why I'm here though. I know you never agreed to be apart of the Avengers but, Loki has Clint." She continued, speaking louder so she wouldn't have to move.
I smirked at this for two reasons. The first one was how lightly she remarked on if remembered Thor, as if I could forget him after he went mental and injured many agents just for his Hammer. And of course because her reason for coming to find me was because our friend Clint was stolen away from us. It was no secret to me that she liked him, even if it was pressed so deeply in the back of her brain I'd be surprised if even she knew.
"He has Clint?" I questioned, walking out of the closet fully dressed and standing in front of her. With her heels we were the same height, but without them she was 3 inches shorter. Tasha nodded and bent down, taking a file out of her bag and thrusting it at me. I grabbed it nervously, and opened it.
The first page was incredible details about a staff and the Tesseract, to me once known as a classified object that had been seemingly stolen by Loki. The next a page about the personal taken. The third was a report about Loki. I took one look at him and closed the file.
"Tasha, you know I don't care about the Avengers, but for you I'll help. That and I probably don't have a choice, am I right?"
At this she smiled and said into her earpiece "Stand down, She has agreed."
And all I could wonder was what have I gotten myself into.
Hours later I was suited up with Natasha in the Helicarrier. The boys (Steve and Tony) were somewhere in Germany apprehending Loki, and Natasha and I waited as patiently as we could, discussing trivial things like what we were doing before we were called in. I was right in the middle of my story on the day I went to the beach when the boys burst into the room. Agent Fury followed by Bruce Banner, "The Hulk", Tony Stark, "Iron Man", Steve Rogers "Captain America" and Thor.
They all sat down at the table with Natasha and I, except Thor who awkwardly stood around. Steve politely said hello to me and Tony just ignored my existence.
"Agent Sigyn, You do not need to stay for this meeting, I doubt you'd want to anyways. Your mission currently is to look after Loki, get him food, whatever. I don't care really just make sure he doesn't escape." I got up from my chair after Agent Fury said this only to stop when Thor started speaking.
"This mere mortal has to stand up against my brother? He is the god of mischief and lies, he will eat her for Supper."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." I mumbled, only to be cut off by Natasha.
"She isn't just some mere mortal. She has powers to the extent of which I don't even know completely."
Thanks Natasha, I thought sarcastically. Now all eyes were on me, looking at me rather curiously, as if I was going to explode. Because that's exactly what I wanted Natasha, to be the center of attention.
"Agent Natasha is correct. Sigyn is, well, I can't quite explain her." Agent Fury started, but I knew he didn't really even understand what I did, he just knew I got the job done.
"Some call it magic." I mumbled, really not at ease. I was used to being the shadow in the room, but now that everyone was staring at me, with eyes that were hungry for the knowledge I could give, I knew I had to leave. Without another word I ran out of the room, and continued running until I ran into Agent Coulson.
"Watch it there, kido." Agent Coulson said, grabbing my arms to make sure I wouldn't fall. I smiled at him. He was by far one of my favorite people on this Helicarrier, He was actually the one who recruited me. Ever since that day I've thought of him as a father.
"Hey. What are you up to?" I asked him. He smiled a very childish grin.
"I was going to talk to Captain America about signing my perfect condition Captain America trading cards." He said extremely excitedly.
At this I rolled my eyes, and said "Have fun. I'm off to visit Loki." I said, moving around him and quickly walking away. I could hear him yell in the distance 'Be careful!'
It didn't take a genius, or a telepathic to know where they would hold Loki. And as most considered me at least one of the above, I was set.
I stopped at the door. I knew going into that room I'd be face to face with Loki, The god of mischief. I had read about him on the way here from my house, and I wasn't quite sure what scared me more, the fact that he was known for having a silver tongue or the knowledge that he wouldn't act kindly to someone who could read right though it.
I gave up on convincing myself to forget about Loki and walked in. He was standing resolute, staring. The sinister look on his face caused me to unconsciously shiver. At this he smirked. I rolled my eyes and tried my hardest to be unfazed by him, but it was near impossible.
"Hello my sweet, and what brings you to this part of the ship. Did you get lost? Why don't you come in here and I'll help you." Loki said, beckoning me in.
At this I glared. Although I was used to men trying to trick and deceive me, Loki did it with such ease I wouldn't be surprised if most couldn't tell he was lying. I walked up to the Glass, and he mimicked me. Not before long we were right in front of each other, with only a few inches of glass to separate us. He was taller then me, and in order to look into his eyes I had to look up and he had to look down.
"You can pretend all you want that you'd do me no harm, but I know just as well as you do that it's a lie. I just came here to inform you that I'd be looking after you." I said, trying to seem as strong as I could. But in reality his eyes made me weak and I just wanted to run far away.
He smiled at me in what I could only assume was his most devious smile. "Well then, I see this mere mortal has some skills." He said, looking me up and down. I silently prayed he wasn't checking me out. "But what are those skills, I wonder."
I tried my hardest to ignore the way he was looking at me. I knew the only reason he looked at me this way was to try to get a reaction out of me, and it was working. I looked down at my shoes, and then realized I had no more reason to be here. Yet for some reason I didn't want to leave. Someday I would understand why but for now I just muttered 'goodbye' and quickly left the room.
This was going to be way harder then I thought.
I tossed and turned the whole night, as if haunted by the fact that in the morning I'd have to once again visit Loki. The insane part of me was excited, and the rational side wasn't. The only thing I could look even remotely forward to is that I would get close enough to touch him, and within that touch I would learn more about him, and be more immune to his powers over me.
After hours and tossing and turning, I gave up and took a shower. No matter how often I lived on the Helicarrier, I'd never get used to my room aboard it. It was tiny, and everything about it was gray. The only colourful thing was a picture of Natasha, Clint and I. They were the only people I would consider my friends. Growing up with abilities hindered me from making friends.
Once dressed, I left went to the cafeteria. I ordered two of everything breakfast they were serving, which ended up being oatmeal, orange juice, and a side of toast. Knowing I would probably actually have to wait for Loki to finish eating before I left, I didn't bother eating yet.
I hurried away with my tray, only to nearly have it all knocked over by Thor.
"I'm sorry, Sigyn was it?" He said, as he made sure everything was in order on my tray.
"It's fine." I mumbled, avoiding eye contact. I didn't really want to talk, but I knew that's exactly what Thor wanted to do. As I tried to scurry away he proved me correct.
"Actually Lady Sigyn I was wondering if I could have a word with you about my brother." He said, turning around to face my eager to leave self.
"I was just on my way to feed him" I said, turning around and giving up on avoidance tactics.
"Good. I was just hoping you wouldn't be so harsh on him." Thor said, and as I looked up I say the pleading look in his eye.
"I wasn't planning on it." I said, trying to give him a reassuring smile.
He beamed at me as I said this, and then nodded his head. I took this as my cue to leave.
When I arrived at the room Loki was held I found him in the exact same position I found him in the day before. I rolled my eyes, and put the tray down on the floor. I took my food off the tray, and then lifted the tray up once again. I pressed the button on the outside to open the door, and walked in. Loki was there, not far from the door as if testing my nerves. I remained resolute. The door closed behind me and I knew that at least from that point on, It wouldn't be my fault if he escaped. I walked to the other side of the glass room and set down his food. So far he stayed exactly where he was, but I knew he was watching me like a lion watches his prey.
I tried to ignore him and started walking back to the door, when he made his move. He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me all the way to the glass. That when I felt it.
He didn't know one touch could show me so much, but I saw it. I saw his pain, his sadness. I couldn't see his memories but I could feel the emotions of them. Enough pain was given to me through this touch I yelped. I looked up at him to see him giving me a puzzled look. I tried to look fearless but after all the sadness I felt for him all I wanted to do was cry.
He closed what little of a gap there was between us, and asked "What did you see?" He looked enraged by the idea that I may have seen vital information, but I didn't need to look at his face to know the rage and confusion he felt.
"I saw sadness and pain." I said, staring him in the eyes. This new found knowledge about him made me a little less fearless.
He got closer up to me, and I could feel his breath on my skin. I took this as my chance to look down.
Then he did something that surprised me, He sniffed me. I looked up at him both appalled and extremely taken aback.
He let go of me and backed away. "You're not human."
At this I was even more confused. "Excuse me?" I asked, wondering what exactly made him think this.
"You smell like someone who has spent all their life around humans, you almost even smell human. But there is this lingering smell. Where are you from?" He asked, looking just as confused as I was, and very interested.
"I don't know what I am." I whispered, still staring into his eyes. "The people who had claimed to be my parents had found me in a desert one day when I was only two. I'm just a stolen relic they thought might be useful to them someday." I wasn't quite sure why I was telling him this, but by the time I said it it was too late to take it back.
He looked extremely shocked. I could sense this connection between him and I, like a intangible string pulling us together. But we stayed where we were, just looking.
When my stomach grumbled I took that as my cue to leave the glass room and eat. I put in the code, and the door opened. Once on the other side I pressed a button which changes the code and closes the door. I sat down on the floor, and Loki and I ate in silence. It would've been a peaceful silence if it wasn't for the fact that neither of us understood what was happening in our minds.