A/N: Percy Jackson Characters and Camp Half Blood belong to Rick Riordan; Marvel characters and SHIELD belong to Marvel/Disney. Detria, Tove, Sahada, Elijah, and Camp Midgard are my characters/ location.

"State your name and purpose."

"Detria; I have been requested by Lady Frigga to help his highness Loki get ready for his engagement party.

"Lady Sigyn has requested that you to not be allowed near her or her fiancé's chambers. Now leave servant girl or you will be dealt with personally.

The only reason why Detria, the last of her people and princess of the planet that had been annihilated by the Jotunheim and saved by Odin when she was just ten, had been a servant to the royal Asgardian family for the past seven years. When she had turned sixteen and Loki was eighteen, the older boy was head over heels for her. Well, that was until Loki and Odin went to where Lady Sigyn and her family lived and woe and behold, they were to be married.

"I shall leave then." the younger girl said, turning and making her way down the hall towards the servants passageways. Within a few seconds later, she was stopped by Lady Sif and the warriors three.

"Detria, thank the Allfather you are alright." her friend and in a way, older sister said, hugging her.

"May I ask why I'm alright?" Detria asked confused.

"Take this and get Loki and Sigyn to safety; there has been an intrusion in the palace." Fandral said, handing her a knife.

"Be careful Detria." Volstagg said and with that, the four had pulled out their swords and made their way to the other end of the hall. Quickly after they had left, she made her way down to Loki's chambers. Without knocking, she burst through the doors, ignoring the surprised look the man was giving.

"Get dressed, now." Detria said as she tossed the few articles of armor at the young prince.

"Detria, what is it?" he asked, still not getting off the chair by the fireplace and putting down the book he was reading.

"Just do as I say. As soon as you're done, get Singyn and meet me at the end of the hall." and with that, she turned and left the room and headed back down the hall to the door to the servants passageways.

A few minutes later, both Loki, who had his arm wrapped protectively around the other womans waist, stopped in front of her. Opening the door, she ushered them in and shut it behind them and not even making it that far in the main passage, they heard heavy footsteps, none that belonged to the guards.

"Quick, hide in there, and no matter what, do not come out at any circumstances." "Even if I die." she thought, pushing the other two into a dark niche.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" one said. Turning around, she clutched the knife tighter.

"This young girl does not appear to be of Asgardian descent." another said as the three men formed a triangle around her.

"That is to be because I'm not from here." she spat.

"Even the more valuable. Maybe I shall have some fun with you before we take you to be sold." the third said with a leering grin. He came up to her and pushed her to the ground, causing the knife to fly out of her hands and slide a few feet from her. He kneeled over her small body, holding her wrists in a vice like grip with one hand and ripped the top front of her dress with the other, then touching her inappropriately where a man should not until after they were married, and the next thing she knew he was kissing her in a rough manner. When he came up for air, she spat in his face and kicked him off and got up to get her knife. Before making it to where it lay, she felt her hair being grabbed and then yanked back roughly.

"You should not have done that, princess, because you will pay for that now." and with that, she was turned and shoved harshly against the wall. Hitting her head hard, she slid to the ground.

Loki

Furious? No, Loki felt murderous. How dare she put herself in harm's way and then in the sickening manner that she was treated in? If he got the chance, he would kill them violently; having them tied down and have poison drip down on them.

It was then he heard that sickening thud on the wall near him and Singyn; the thud that made his blood run cold.

He waited a few minutes until he heard them leave to go and get Detria, telling Singyn he was checking to see if the men were gone and to stay until he came back to get her. Coming out of the niche, hoping to just get Detria, he saw, much to his demise that she was nowhere to be found. Screaming out her name, he sank to his knees, crying for his lost love, unbeknownst to him or her at the time that she was carrying his child.