"Long ago Sif the goddess of earth and Njord god of wind and sea strode down the Bifrost to the young word called Midgard." Odin read aloud to his two sons snuggling in their giant skin sheets. "The two loved to see the blue planet mostly covered in water. This pleased Njord greatly, he longed to spend days searching for monsters under the giant blue, while Sif spent days roaming the forests filled with life."
"Father am I not part of this story?" Loki cried impatiently a wicked grin on the young tricksters face.
"Yes my child! Wait!" Odin chuckled but contained reading. "Sif and Njord decided they wanted to leave a legacy of themselves behind on Midgard so the people of the planet would always remember the Gods and all the good they did for the small planet. So the two Gods came pleading to the All Father himself for a spell that would create a new breed of human for the planet. And I did have just the spell. One drop of blood from the each of the element gods, Loki, Njord and Sif, a dash of the precious earth, a sprinkle of sweet rain, a flame of everlasting fire and just breath of spring wind. With that I created not only the most powerful human to ever walk the earth I made it so that this human was able to pass down his power from one generation to the next. These powers were only to be awakened when the human needed them and only when the right words were spoken!"
"It has been many a century since the great human was awakened and it seems as if the line has been lost to their overpopulated planet, but I hold hope that when Midgard needs a protector the human will raise again. Now off to bed children!" Odin cried a twinkle in the old man's eyes.
Thor snuggled under his sheets content with the story and not putting much thought into the tiny planet of Midgard. Loki though couldn't help but dream of the day when he could get his hands on this human as his father had called it. He had plans and though he was only barley eleven years of age he could already feel the evil growing slowly in his heart.
(Fast forward today, well not today really just any other day, but defiantly sometime in May or June)
"ELIZABETH!" I heard Fury scream for about the thousandth time. I just turned the music up on my speakers blasting out some good old FOB.
"I will break down this GOD DAMED door if I have too!" he screamed this time right outside my door.
"A TEENAGED VOW IN A PARKING LOT! TILL TONIGHT DO US PART?" I screamed along with Patrick Stump wishing I had got his autograph at warped tour all those years ago. I heard a loud bang as my door went crashing down and the music suddenly stop as good old Director Fury pulled the plug.
"Elizabeth, I have been paging you for the last five minutes. Why haven't you answered the PHONE?" he said now standing above me. I flipped the page in my now worn copy of Memoirs of a Geisha and looked him right in his good eye.
"Because old man, I thought that I told you I wanted nothing to do with your 'Avengers'" I air quoted almost spitting the words at him.
"Well you just became involved sweetheart, Loki wants a word with you." He spat back. I couldn't help but gape at the one eyed man. Was he going fucking nuts? Why would some no good evil god, who wasn't even supposed to exist want to talk to me? "Yeah, that's what I thought. Suit up girl you just became a part of something no one wanted you in."
He quickly left the room somehow managing to put my door back in place before leaving. I didn't realize I was standing until I was at my closest door. I put on the tight but breathable spandex pants and squished my double d boobs into the almost unforgiving top that was long sleeved but felt like you had nothing on. The suit was solid black with sky blue, forest green, cloudily gray and fire engine red highlights plastered all over. It looked slightly like Natasha's uniform but where her streaks were all back mine were either color. I tossed my long blonde hair into a pony tail and checked my appearance in the mirror.
My slightly oval face was dominated by two large blue eyes which were framed with heavy black lashes and thin light brown eyebrows; a button nose was slightly pink from either excitement or nerves. My sleek, thick, long blonde hair was already up but I quickly decided to braid it the rest of the way down. When braided it still bumped the middle of my back. My full pink lips were parted in a slight O shape. I couldn't believe that everything that I wished wouldn't happen was happening. I was about to join forces with the Avengers.
I had probably only spent about three weeks on this damned Hellicarier, but I had spent many nights walking its long, clean hallways. I knew the general direction in which they were holding Loki but I was lost to where he actually was. Natasha suddenly fell into step beside me. Despite her reputation she really wasn't that bad of a person. Cold, yes, mean, only to stupid people, but deep down there was heart in the Black Widow and she had somehow grown almost fond of me. I had liked her right away for her kick butt attitude and the way she had brought me into to this whole mess.
"Need help finding Loki?" she asked the same no shit grin on her face.
"Yeah," I answered letting her take the lead. She was at least a good three inches taller than my 5'2" frame. I shrugged it off remembering the first time we met.
It had been a long week and I was ready to be done with it all. I had spent the previous weeks looking for a place to stay in my new home of New York City and now that I finally had a place to stay I needed to start earning some money. So I started waitressing, at a diner, or two diners. It was fun work and the tips were great but after pulling six doubles I was about ready to break down. Why the sudden move from quiet old Iowa to the Big Apple? I was sick of people being in my business, I couldn't go five steps without someone screaming for me to show them my powers. It was no big secret in my town of 400 that I was freak. I could do things no one could explain. I could move the earth, water, air and even fire. Hell I didn't even know what was going on. I had been sent to scores of doctors even traveling as far as New Orleans to see a Voodoo woman, about what was wrong with me. Sure, my parents still loved me, but you could see the fear in their eyes when three years old I was starting my toys on fire. After the needles and the spells they finally gave up and just accepted me the way I am. No one really believed my parents but after a few outbursts at school I was asked to never come back. I graduated three years early and with all the money that my parents had given me over the years and from a few odd jobs I had worked for the local fire department I had enough money to rent a shitty ass apartment and one plane ticket to New York, home of the freaks and weirdoes alike. But only after I turned 18. I started taking NYU classes online and contuined to work on my degree as soon as I arrived in New York.
Back to the point: After working my ass off I was just about to unlock my door when I noticed the door was cracked open slightly. I was immediately on high alert, I knew there were about ten scattered stones around the apartment none weighting more than five pounds, at least one fish bowl filled with water, fire and air come to me naturally. I was bound and ready for the attack, but I let down my guard as soon as I spotted a slight red headed woman reading the New York Times on my rickety chair.
"Can I help you?" I asked in a slightly pissed off tone. What the hell was this woman doing in my apartment?
"Yes you can, Elizabeth Olsen. Starting with why your hand is on fire?" She asked a knowing smirk on her face.
To say I went quietly would be an understatement. Natasha managed to escape with just a red welt on her forearm while the rest of the crew did obtain some bruises and frost bite. As soon as I was in front of Director Fury I knew there weren't just pulling my leg. I was special and S.H.I.E.L.D dealt with special people. I was asked to join the Avengers but declined. I only wanted to know what I was like this, find a cure and just go home. Clearly Loki has other plans for me.
We ended up near a huge door that was guarded by some heavily armed men. I gulped feeling like I was going to face something I was nowhere near ready for. The two men gave me a curt nod and started activating the process to opening the door.
"Don't let him get under your skin, Liz. He's just looking for a hole in our group." Natasha said a smug grin still on her face.
"That's the problem I'm not even part of the group." I shuddered walking through the door before she could give me any more words of encouragement.
Standing before me in either a thick glass or Plexiglas cage was the man or god I would only guess could be Loki. His almost dark green eyes seemed to light up from the mere sight of me.
"Finally," he cried in almost pure joy. "My princess has arrived!"
