The first thing Loki noticed when he blinked into existance was music. A man sang of everthing he ever wanted and that it was his now.
The second was a girl. Her black skirt swirled about her legds as she swirled and danced. Her shirt was black to match, but was made of a fabric that clung to her curves and shined lightly in the dim lamp light.
Her hair was short and dark, contrasting with her pale skin. her eyes were closed and her expression peaceful. She dropped to a kneel at the end of the song, hand over heart and head down.
He smiled and clapped slowly, grinning wider when she flinched back and stood. Her eyes are dark as well and doe like.
'It fits her' he thinks. A young deer cornered by the Mother of Monsters.
"You should not kneel for just anyone child. But luckily you have to the right man." he makes his voice low and lulling. A litle voice tells him that shes delicate and he might scare her. He agrees.
The doe eyed girl is scared, he can tell. Her hands are shaking and her body is posed to run. But she stands her ground.
"crush her, destory her, make her yours" Something within him whispers. His smile is feral now.
Finally she speaks. Her voice is almost steady with just a bit of a tremer in it. His darkness shivers in his heart, excited by the sound.
"Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" she asks. Naive. Its adorable on her. Shes weak, childish. Fragile. She flinches as his sceptre appears in his hand an he longs to use it on her.
His first subject. The test. If this works, he will pursue the Tesseract. If not, whats one more human to the Chitori? He was going to keep her anyway.
But this way, she would be willing.
Somewhat.
"I am your King. You just dont know it yet. But you will." His feral grin splits his face wider and she stepps back. In less then a blink, he is infront of her, his hand gripping her arm. The sceptre presses against her chest and he wonders how it would feel if he spilt some of her blood. the sceptre sings a song of blood and control at this and does its duty, as her doe brown eyes change to the same shade as his.
Her posture relaxes and she face is no longer closed, but it shows the same peace as when she danced. Her eyes are happy and soft. A smile lights her face and she looks at him with eagerness and joy.
"Greetings my king" she speaks softly and her voice is strong and no longer scared.
"what is your name?" he asks, soft and compelling.
"Elain, Sire" she whispers without pause and he smiles.
"Welcome Elain. I must leave to recruit others to our cause. I will be back" Loki says. The scepter works. Now he will gain the tesseract and claim this world. The scepter whispers gently in his ears, happy to comply.
She gives him a soft and guiless smileand nods.
"Of course my king. What would you have me do in your absence?"
He smiles. So eager to please. "Wait. Do nothing. Forget this conversation until i return." He hesitates for a moment before , in a rare display if gentleness, kisses her forehead.
"Sleep" he orders and she sags against him, eyes closed fast and breathing slow. he lifts her and lays her on the couch and covers her with a soft black blanket.
With a blink he is gone.
Days later, he arrives back. His army is amassed and Seldvig is working diligently. Barton is beside him, taking in his surroundings. Steps come from the stairwell and she is there, his deer, in a white satin nightgown, hair loose around her face. Her eyes glint tesseract blue and she smiles.
"Greetings my king. What would you have me do?"
His smile is a knifes edge.
"Come. We have work for you."
She grasps his offered palm with a small pale hand. With a blink, they are gone.