Hello, good people. I've now seen the Avengers three times – hopefully four this weekend! As I am completely, head over heels in love with Tom Hiddleston and his perfect smile, I have decided to start a story about Loki. This is slightly very AU, beginning with Loki interrupting the gala to take the curator's eyeball. While the Avengers are still trying to catch Loki, things will be out of order and bit stretched out. Okay? Okay. Thank you and enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Girl in Yellow.
Eleanor mingled with the other guests, nodding and smiling weakly. She didn't understand a word of German – although she had picked up ja and nein. The nineteen year old's mother had dragged her along to Stuttgart, Germany from their comfy home in London to a gala at some museum. Honestly, Eleanor had no idea what they were even there for since her mother explained it in German.
She kept drinking champagne, adjusting her pale yellow dress. She pulled it up to cover her cleavage, and then pulled it down to make sure no one could see up her dress. Eleanor kept toying with her dress, but finally, stood up straight and walked over to her mother, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor beneath her. Eleanor's mother was dressed in a black cocktail dress, pearls around her neck and diamonds on her wrist and ears. A ring was missing, however. Her parents had divorced when she was only ten.
Eleanor put her lips close to her mother's ear. "Is it almost time to go? I'm extremely bored."
Her mother laughed a false, but convincing laugh and turned to the people she was talking to. "Sie ist schon mϋde!" her mother chuckled and everyone else looked at Eleanor with grins on their pudgy faces. Eleanor smiled weakly back. She knew her mother was telling her new friends what had been whispered in her ear. "Sie ist bereit nach Hause zu gehen!"
Her daughter sighed. "Must you repeat everything I say to your friends?" she asked, putting a hand on her hip and finishing off her champagne.
"Oh, Eleanor, don't get upset," she replied, patting Eleanor's cheek lightly. The two looked awfully similar. The same blonde hair, except Eleanor's was longer and healthier. The daughter's face was lively and colorful and her blue eyes were not as dull as her mother's. They had the same heart shaped face and their front teeth were slightly big. "Enjoy yourself – we're at a party. Please, for my sake."
"Mother, I can't communicate with any of these people," she lowered her voice and frowned. "I've been wandering about by myself the whole night. I'm ready to leave."
"I am certainly not," her mother replied with a shrug. "This gala is an excellent way to show off my artwork. Now, for my sake, please just meet with people."
"I told you, mother, I don't know German! How am I supposed to meet people? They're all four times my age, anyway."
Eleanor's mother chuckled and turned to her friends again. "Meine Tochter brilliant!" Eleanor smiled and curtseyed at the German's and went off, looking at the different pieces of art in the museum. There were a few statues, some paintings of her mother's, and some artwork that Eleanor thought a five year old could have created.
"This isn't art," she muttered, looking at a small statue made of wire. She circled it and shook it off, sighing loudly. "It's a mess."
Eleanor walked away from the art and out into the fresh, summer air. She headed over towards a fountain, which spewed out clear water from the mouths of what looked like ancient gods. She sat down on the short wall that kept the water in and rested her head on her hand, looking up to the museum. String music was emanating from the inside. The lights lit up the streets of the dark German city and Eleanor had absolutely no desire to leave her perch and return to the dreadfully boring party.
Trapped in a life of rich and elegant parties, private jets, and loneliness, Eleanor definitely felt disillusioned by the stylish and incredible life she and her mother lived. Destined to marry her mother's friend's oldest son and expected to follow in her mother's footsteps and become an artist of some sort, she wanted nothing more than to have somebody exciting take her away and show her how different and fun life could be. Danger appealed to her – being a rebel and worrying her mother. Changing her extravagant image into one of independence and coolness. Yes, that's what she wanted. A different life. One that didn't force Eleanor to wear small dresses or attend foreign parties or drink the best champagne.
Eleanor adjusted her dress once more and stood up. She seemed to glow in the dim light, but there was no one to admire her. She liked it better that way, anyway.
A crease appeared on her forehead as she felt vibrations below her feet. Suddenly, the music had stopped. There were screams coming from inside the museum and people began to run out of the building and down the stairs. Eleanor ran up the stairs, running into several people, trying find her mother. As she walked in, she called out for her mother, but as she looked ahead, all she saw was a man in garish clothing removing an eyeball from the curator. Sickened, Eleanor clutched her stomach and felt her knees go weak as vomit rose in her throat. She could already smell a horrible scent – someone must have already vomited.
The man looked up at saw Eleanor, an evil smirk on his face. When he saw her, his grin fell and Eleanor backed away, running out the doors and nearly tumbling down the marble staircase.
"Mother!" she cried, pushing through the crowd of people. They had stopped for some reason. "Mother, where are you? Mother!"
She gasped and looked up. The man she had just seen was standing in front of her, looking down at all of the people. She turned and tried to escape, but the man appeared again. Surrounded by the man, she took a good look at him as the real man was approaching them slowly.
Equipped with a double horned helmet, he carried what looked like a boomerang and a spear morphed together. It was glowing. His armor had touches of green and gold on it and his large boots seemed to shake the Earth as he took yet another step. He was slender and thin, his jaw line prominent and his thin lips frowning.
"Kneel to me!" he screamed and everyone hesitated, but after repeating it, everyone got to their knees. Eleanor looked around, trying to find her mother among the large crowd, but she couldn't find her. Hoping to god that her mother was still alive, Eleanor kneeled before the man, trembling violently. "You need to be ruled," the man told them all. "Ruled by someone like me."
He looked around and Eleanor looked up at him, catching his eye. She quickly looked back down and closed her eyes.
He had to have her. The girl in yellow. She was a mortal, but she was beautiful. She had what it took to be his Queen. They could rule together. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to her. He smirked and looked around, disappearing into thin air.
She heard gasps and when she opened her eyes, the man had disappeared. Everyone was beginning to stand up, brushing themselves off and hugging their families. People were crying and Eleanor looked around, but before she could call out, someone had wrapped their arm around her waist. She let out a loud scream and looked up. The strange man had appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her. He held up his spear and blasted citizens out of the way, all while holding onto Eleanor tightly.
Tears had begun to fall from her eyes. "Please! Please, put me down! Please!" she cried, looking for her mother. "Please, I'll do anything! Let me go, please!"
There was a horrible scream. "Eleanor!"
"Mother!" Eleanor shouted back. "Please, let me go, please, please, please!" She struggled in his grip, trying to scratch and slap him, but nothing worked. She attempted to kick him, but his armor was too strong and she ended up hurting herself. "Leave me alone! I promise I won't do anything! I won't call the police! Please, I'm begging you!"
"Stay still, girl!" the man yelled in her ear. "Stay still!"
Eleanor looked up at him and saw that he was looking off into the distance, holding his spear up. She reached up and slapped him in the face and he grunted, not retracting his arm from her waist. He growled and shook her. While distracted, Loki suffered a knee to the groin and he moaned, letting the girl go.
She pushed through the crowd, but Loki shook his head and grinned, still throbbing in the place where she had just hurt him. Loki teleported right in front of her – Eleanor backed up, but realized that there was yet another Loki behind her. He kept cloning himself, surrounding her and, crying, dropped to her knees, surrendering. He bent down and grabbed her arm, pulling her up and pulling Eleanor close to him. Looking down into her eyes, he smiled grimly.
"We must go quickly," he said quietly, ignoring the screaming group of people before him. "I fear that they'll be here soon for me."
"Who?" Eleanor asked, panicked. "Go where? Please, put me down and I swear I'll –"
The man looked down at her and didn't reply. Eleanor felt her stomach twist and the world around her darken. Her head began to throb, but the arm around her did not flinch. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt herself spinning and she moaned, feeling quite sick. Upon opening her eyes, she found herself in another room - what seemed to be an old, abandoned house. It was nice on the inside, she had to admit, but it seemed as though no one had lived there for years.
Eleanor turned to him. "Who are you?" she asked quietly, wiping her eyes dry of tears. However, the tears would not stop falling. She was shaking violently and the man stepped away from her.
"I am Loki of Asgard," he told her confidently. She raised a thin eyebrow.
"You're bloody insane," she replied, breathing heavily. "There's no such place as Asgard!"
Loki turned around quickly, holding his spear to her throat and gritting his teeth. "Don't you dare speak to a God that way!" Eleanor whimpered and Loki withdrew his weapon, turning away from her. "And you, my pretty, will be my Queen when I rule this pathetic world."
Eleanor shook her head, too afraid to speak. She had never been so scared in her life. There, standing before her, was a so called "god" of "Asgard". She had definitely never learned about a placed called Asgard during her days in school and she knew of no one who dressed the way he did.
Loki's outfit seemed to melt off his body suddenly. It changed effortlessly, transforming into a long trench coat with less gold and much more green. Eleanor took a step backwards, but Loki shook his head and caught up with her, touching her face. "Tell me," he said, running his thumb over her cheekbone. He tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. She swallowed loudly and tried to take a step back, but Loki wouldn't allow her. "Your name, little human."
"E – E – Eleanor," she stammered quietly as a mouse.
"Eleanor of Earth," he repeated. Her name rolled off his tongue. He liked the way it sounded and he smiled slightly. "My Queen."
"I won't be your Queen," she breathed.
Loki scoffed. "You wait here," he said softly. "I'll be back. Don't even think about leaving. I am locking you inside and if you break down the door…" He grinned and Eleanor knew there was something wrong with his smile. "Bombs will go off."
Loki sighed and chuckled to himself, opening and closing the door of the bedroom. The click of the loud rang in Eleanor's head and she stood in the same spot for a few minutes. She hadn't heard Loki leave, but he probably had teleported.
Finally, tired of standing, Eleanor fell onto the large, green bed and began to sob. Where had Loki even gone? Had he gone to kill her mother? Had he already killed her? Eleanor wondered what was to become of her. What did he mean 'Queen'? She didn't want to be a Queen! And certainly not Loki's Queen! Was Loki going to kill her if she spoke out against him? He couldn't possibly be a god, but how else was she supposed to explain the teleportation and the spear that he carried?
There was no way to escape. There were no windows in the room, only a single light hanging from the ceiling which illuminated the room. The door was locked and there was a bomb ticking on the other side, waiting for her to attempt to break the door down. She didn't want to die, but she sure as hell didn't want to stay with Loki.
Eleanor stood up, walking into the large bathroom and flipping the light on. She didn't even have any clothes. How was she supposed to live? Hadn't Loki thought any of this through? Of course not. He seemed daft to her, in all honesty.
She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her hair – once pinned up in a tight bun – had fallen and loose strands of hair fell to her shoulders. She undid her hair and it fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her face was whiter than usual. Probably from the teleporting. Or the fact she had been kidnapped by a god.
Leaving the bathroom, she sat back down on the bed and took off her high heels. She sat there for a while, just staring straight ahead and thinking. Was Loki going to bring her back to Asgard? Or was he really going to try and rule Earth?
Eleanor began to cry again and felt herself become dizzy.
She cried herself to sleep.
Eleanor felt soft lips on the corner of her mouth and she smiled slightly, still half asleep. She had absolutely no memory of Loki kidnapping her. She had forgotten where she was. All she knew was that there were wonderful lips touching her lips.
The bed she was laying in shifted and her blue eyes fluttered open, meeting Loki's. Immediately, she froze. Fear took over her body as Loki smiled down at her, running his fingers through her hair. "My darling," he whispered, kissing her again. Eleanor refused to kiss him back, refused to open her mouth, refused to do anything. She clenched her fists by her side and tightened her lips. Loki placed soft kissing all over her face, taking her wrists and pulling her to sit up straight.
Still in her party dress, she trembled as Loki touched her waist with one hand, his other hand pressed against her back. His finger trailed down her spine, finally resting against the top of her dress where the zipper began.
Eleanor turned her head so Loki couldn't touch her lips, but he didn't seem to mind. "Stop," she breathed. "Please, stop."
"Oh, Eleanor," he said silkily. "Eleanor of Earth – you're my Queen. You are mine now."
She held her chin up and shook her head, tears filling her eyes. "I am no one's."
Loki laughed quietly to himself. "Don't anger me, Eleanor."
But she continued stupidly, not quite understanding the amount of danger she was in. "I will never be your Queen, nor will I ever belong to you in any way."
Loki's hand on her waist moved to her shoulder quickly and he squeezed hard. She whimpered and Loki gritted his teeth. "How dare you," he whispered in her ear. "How dare you speak to me like that. A God. A King."
His hand had gradually moved to her neck, holding it firmly. With his other hand, he began to unzip her dress. Eleanor squirmed, shouting and kicking at him. "No!" she screamed, tears falling down her eyes. "No! Loki!"
A slight growl sounded from the back of his throat. "I quite like the way you say my name," he purred.
Eleanor shuddered. The zipper had reached the bottom of her dress and to absolutely no avail, Eleanor was still trapped. There was no escaping – no way of getting out of this situation – so with a stream of tears down her cheeks, she hardly fought it. Loki's hand ran up her thigh, soon reaching the hem of her dress and he began to pull it up.
Her dress was lifted up over her head and she was left in her underwear and bra. She felt too exposed and Loki took her body in. The subtle curves of her body, the way her breasts rose and fell with each deep, heavy breaths she took, the violent shaking of her body.
"Please," she begged again, but Loki ignored her pleas.
Loki smirked and pressed his lips to her temple. She closed her eyes and felt him wipe away her tears with his thumb.
She swallowed loudly and waited for the pain to overtake her.
"Director Fury!" Steve Rogers led the group down the long hallway of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s airship down to where the director was standing. Behind Steve was a woman of about forty – blonde and blue eyed and crying.
"What is it, Cap?" Nick Fury asked, flipping through maps of Germany. Frustrated, he crumpled them up and threw them aside, sighing loudly.
"When we arrived, Loki was gone," Steve explained. "But we did find someone." He stepped out of the way to reveal the woman behind him. The rest of the Avengers watched her trembling body observe him. Nick Fury examined her closely with his exposed eye. "She claims that Loki kidnapped her daughter."
Nick Fury scoffed. "He kidnapped your daughter? I don't understand what Loki would want with a human girl."
"You have to believe me," the woman sobbed, falling to her knees before Nick Fury and clutching his coat. "He came and took her. He disappeared into thin air with her and I have absolutely no idea where she is – you simply must find her, I beg of you! I'll do anything!"
"Please stand, Ms. - ?"
"Bennett. Ms. Bennett," she cried softly, her bottom lip quivering. "You just have to save her, Mr. Fury. I will be forever in your debt!"
"If she really was taken by Loki, she is probably dead by now," Nick Fury replied calmly. Ms. Bennett stood up and cried harder. Bruce caught her and held her tightly, trying to calm her down. "There may not be much we can do for your daughter."
"Hold on, Director Fury," Steve argued. "If what Ms. Bennett is saying is true, then you're just going to let her daughter die at Loki's hand? She's a prisoner of war now and where I come from, we did whatever we could to rescue them!"
Everyone glanced quickly at Thor. "This is so unlike my brother," Thor said to himself. "He always thinks himself above mortals. It is strange that he has kidnapped one. A young girl, too."
"Oh, please, you'll save her, right?" Ms. Bennett pleaded once more.
"I'm sorry, Director Fury," Tony added. "But I just won't let Loki get away with a lovely young lady. I say we find her."
"He's looking for something to distract us with," Nick Fury stated angrily. "He's trying to divert our attention. The girl is just going to lead us astray."
"You don't know that!" Steve protested. "You have no idea what's going through Loki's mind! I'm going to help find Ms. Bennett's daughter."
"You have no idea where Loki is at the moment," replied the director coldly. "I say we leave the girl. If we find Loki, the girl might be with him. If not, then…"
"Then what? You're going to just let her die?" Tony asked.
Ms. Bennett broke into loud sobs. "My Eleanor! My beautiful Eleanor!"
Bruce stroked her hair. "We'll find your Eleanor, Ms. Bennett," he promised her. "I say we begin in Germany. I doubt Loki has gone far."
"Can't we track Agent Barton?" Steve asked. "If we track him, he'll lead us to Loki, right?"
"Not necessarily," Tony answered. "Loki probably has Clint off doing all kinds of dirty work while Loki stays as home with Eleanor doing God knows what – sorry, Ms. Bennett."
She sniffed and nodded.
"He's going to be in a largely populated city," Bruce shrugged. "If he wants to rule the human race, he'll have to start in a city with a lot of people, yeah?"
"New York City," Steve nodded.
Nick Fury threw his hands up. "You're already distracted by this girl!" he yelled. "Listen to me and listen to me good – plenty of people have already died because of Loki and I don't know why you're all so intent on finding this girl!"
"Have a heart," Bruce sighed.
"We must save this woman's daughter from the clutches of my brother," Thor spoke up. "Whatever he is doing with her is not good. If I know anything about him, he likes to play with his food before eating it."