It had been a long day. Work wasn´t exactly fun anymore. I used to be respected, feared, admired and even hated by some. But now, I was probably the laughingstock of Washington. One year ago I was a famous journalist, writing about politics, democracy, human rights, modern problems…but now I could do nothing but write statements of the New King, saying how everything was perfect and shit. I´d rather die, but my little Hayley needed me, staying alive was the best thing for my daughter.

"Hayley, honey I´m home" I shouted as soon as I closed the door. There was no answer "Sweetie?"

Nothing. I went upstairs and what I found left me speechless. Her room was a mess, so unlike her. There was stuff everywhere and broken things, but my daughter was nowhere to be seen.

"HAYLE!" I shouted as loud as I could, but there was no reply, she was gone, vanished.

The next thing I know, I was running down the street, not minding of the storm or the danger of my actions. After almost half an hour running, I stopped in the middle of the street, reaching for my knees to catch some air. What could I do? What could I say? When the sound of a helicopter made me look up, an idea struck into my head, the helicopter irradiated a bright white light, so intense I had to squeeze my eyes and cover them with my hand.

"Do not move, hands where I can see them" A male voice called from the helicopter with a speaker. I knelt on the wet floor and raised my palms, waiting for someone to come down. Two men did, and grabbed my arms to make me walk. Neither of them spoke, when we arrived to the helicopter a third guy-the speaker guy- started with the interrogatory.

"Name?"

"Are we heading to Loki´s palace?" I hated to call the white house that way, but I needed to empathize with these gorillas.

"Name" The man in a military suit didn´t pay me attention and that my blood boil

"Oh, you know my name" I smirked at the militar, but he didn´t find this funny at all.

"Name" He said for the third time as slow as he could. I gave up

"Nelly Derflinger"

"Miss Derflinger-" He started

"Please, Nelly"

"Miss Derflingeer" He continued "You were caught wandering in the middle of the street after the nine p.m. curfew, which is considered a crime and conspiracy against king-"

"I can assure you I never-"

"-AND refused to follow the arresting protocol, which is worse" he paused seeing if I dared to interrupt him, I didn´t "Now, as a consequence you will be scored to the palace´s prison where you will wait for your sentence"

The place was horrible. It was built underground and it smelled. More than a prison, it was a dungeon.

"Pst" someone called me, it was the prisoner that was in front of my cell.

"Miss Derflinger, I´m Carl Bryan, you called me a fascist do you remember me?"

"Oh Carl, how could I?" I said to the ex-politician "Many Americans laughed that morning while reading the paper"

He then said something, but I wasn´t listening because I was looking as far as my cell bars let me, searching for a guard, when I saw one, I called him.

"Hey you, I need to speak to Loki" The guy suited in a military uniform turn around and I waved my hand through the bars so he could see who had called his attention.

"King Loki doesn´t have your time" Was his answered. He turned around and got out of the dungeon. The prisoner in front of me, Carl, snorted and burst a laugh.

"Seems like you´ve lost the touch miss Derflinger"

Oh you´re challenging me now huh?

"Oi! You better bring that Loki King here or I´ll...I´ll start singing" And then I started to sing John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmid, as loud and deep as I could. When the guard came back to my cell with an SMG I pointed at Carl, as if I was showing him he was the guilty one.

LOKI

I took a deep breath enjoying the feeling, enjoying the power. All the guards were formed in two rows, leaving a hall where I was walking. When I was walking by the dungeon I heard a male singing lively the most ridiculous song. That bastard was waiting for his execution and he wasn´t begging or crying but singing! I turned to a guard and said

"You, deal with this" The man bowed his head, charged his weapon and entered to the dungeon. After some seconds I finally heard some begging

"No,no,wait it wans´t me, it was…" shots. I smiled, the silence of a lesson learned, silence of dead.

When the man returned to the formation, I heard another voice, a female voice yelling.

"I´m not gonna stop screaming until I speak to Loki, come on you little coward, you´re kind of old to hide behind mommy don´t you think?" I felt rage filling my body like potion, I wanted to kill the little bitch myself, strangle her with my own hands. The same man that had executed another prisoner seconds ago stepped ahead but I pushed him away with one hand and walked through the dungeon; all the prisoners got away from their bars and avoided eye contact. The place was completely quiet, and when I face the wall of the bottom of the room I feared I had imagined it all, but then I heard a whistle, I turned around and I saw a hand waving at me through the bars. I walked toward her cell and faced her. I raised an eyebrow feeling madness grow inside me, she did exactly the opposite of what I had predicted; she sigh and smiled at me before saying

"Well that was easy, I apologize for the disturbs I caused, but your attention is hard to get. Your highness" she said the last thing with a hint of sarcasm.

I felt confused for a second, she didn´t look afraid, like anyone else would. Her polite and confident smile was real, like she had swollen not her terror, but her anger.

"Maybe you shouldn´t have claimed for it. Where you the one who was singing?" I asked as I swept a look through the corpse of the cell in front of hers.

"Yep. Don´t feel bad for him, with all the bad things he did in live, this was the softest dead in his possibility list"

I made a half smile gesture at her. That silver tongue of hers was an admirable skill, but she would need more than that to get herself out of there.

"But small talk wasn´t why I wanted to speak with you, my king, I have a suggestion for you"

"A suggestion?" I snorted

"Yes, there´s a reason I was wandering in the street after the curfew, and it wasn´t because I wanted to defy your authority. I was looking for someone…my daughter"

NELLY

It was easy to tell he didn´t care about what I just said to him, I needed to try harder than this

"I would like your help to find her. Please"

He sight, before answering coldly

"No"

Then Loki turned around and started to walk way, with his cape waving behind him, but before her was out of my reach, I grabbed his wrist as hard as I could and started to started to speak right away before he shook it away so he had to listen.

"Look, I just needed to be sure If you would help me or not. But I just need to warn you; I´m going to look for my daughter wit or without your help. And I will not give up. She´s all I have left, and more important I´m the only thing she has left, I´m not abandoning her. I will not let her by her own, and if I shall die for my actions, I´ll die in front of her, so when my baby girl grows up she knows I never stopped looking for her, that my life wasn´t more important than her safety. I won´t let her grow up without making her know that I loved her"

When my speech was over I was trembling, in my try to not cry. Why had I lost control like this? This wasn´t going to convince the God of mischief at all, after all the bad things he had done, how could a little child affect him? Or the love of her mother for that matter. But to my surprise the next thing he did was speak something weakly, in a whisper, and he had to say it louder so a guard woul listen

"Get her out of there"

A.N: I hope you liked it, the next cahpters are going to be more about Loki. But first I need to explain some things about Nelly and her daughter so the story makes sense.