This is a new fanfiction that I have dreamed about creating. I hope all goes well I plan on putting a lot of time and effort into the making of this fanfiction. Any feedback would be helpful. Enjoy and I hope you like. Anything that is written in italics is a memory of the main characters.

January 5th 2013

I went to therapy for the first time today. My therapists name is Dr. Bennette and she told me I should write down my thoughts. Well I guess a good place to start would be to tell you a little bit about what's going on and why I am going to therapy and why I have been put onto antidepressants.

I have only been home for a week and everything seems so strange. My thoughts linger on the man who had kidnapped me and held me hostage. For some reason I feel as though I love the man who held me captive. The police officers have told me I am showing signs of Stockholm syndrome and that it should pass with time, but I don't feel as though they ever will.

It all started five months ago on July 31st 2012. I went about my day in the normal way going to work, coming home cleaning the house, doing the laundry and dishes and on occasion buying groceries. Times were tough for me because my husband had left me for some other girl and he threw me out of the house onto the streets. I stayed at the homeless shelter for sixty days before I got a job and found some housing. I didn't miss him much he was always a very verbally abusive man.

My day seemed pretty ordinary I got off work and arrived at home shortly after that. Once I was at the apartment room door with my keys in hand I could feel that something was off. The air just felt real strange. I took extra precautions and looked around the empty hallways before trying to get into my apartment. Big mistake. Once inside I took my light coat off and threw it over the couch and froze. The big forty-two inch TV in the living room was on. Shrugging my shoulders and thinking maybe I left it on when I left for work that morning I turned it off and headed to the bedroom. I quickly picked out a tank top and some pants to put on before heading over to the bathroom for a shower.

I flipped on the light and proceeded to to turn the shower on. I pulled back the curtain and froze. There was someone in my bathtub. Before I could scream he was on me he pinned me to the wall and covered my mouth a smug smile on his face showed me he was pleased with what was going on.

"I've waited a long time to actually get to meet you, Angel." His voice was crystal clear and sexy but I was to scared to come to that realization until much later. "Do you know how long I've waited to actually get to the point of where I'm at now?"

I shook my head no. sweat began to run from my forehead down my face and I could feel tears coming too. This man had been watching me and waiting for the perfect time to come see me. Why hadn't I noticed someone was watching me?

I had really good skills at reading people and I could tell that there was something else going on with this man. His dark green eyes ran over my face and his hair gently poofed out like a fan just above his shoulders. His teeth were very white and perfect and his pale smooth skin made me feel like he was not of this world. His strange clothes confirmed that.

"If I remove my hand do you promise not to scream?" He asked his eyes looking deeply into mine. All I could do was nod my head yes. My thoughts were racing with plans of how to get out of this situation. I knew automatically that I needed to behave and listen to this man. In almost every hostage situation it was better to do what your captor told you to. Any resistance meant harm or even death. I didn't want to die so I would have to listen. His hand slowly came off my mouth and I gasped for air, my heart racing in fear still my chest hurting.

"Good girl." He said. "Why don't you take your shower and once you've finished we will discuss what will happen to you, agreed."

I was still too frightened to do anything but shake my head yes. I was afraid he would stay in the bathroom to watch me but he didn't. his intentions were not to rape me then. That was nice to know. But that's thought also filled me with fear if he didn't want me for sex then what did he want with me?

With very shaky hands and legs I stepped towards the shower once more and turned the water on. I didn't even notice the waters temperature before I stepped in and the room was filled with my screams of pain once the scolding hot water touched my skin. I was afraid my captor was going to come in and see what was going on so I quickly covered myself with a towel. But he never came. After a few moments I changed the waters temperature and checked to see if it was better. It was so I took off the towel and stepped back into the now warm water. I showered slowly not sure what to think. Once I was done I dried myself off and fell to the floor in a heap crying. What was I to do? How could I save myself from this man in my house without getting myself killed. Once my fit was over and I felt better about the situation I got up and put my clothes on.

I hesitated to leave the bathroom, what was too happen would he tell me what he wanted with me? Without looking back I opened the bathroom door and stepped out. The strange man was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed his green eyes staring at me. A smug smile on his face.

"Are you alright, I heard you scream?" his smooth voice asked.

"I didn't check the water before I got in." I replied.

"Why don't you eat something, then we'll talk." He said.

"I'd like to talk now if it's all the same." I was too prideful to admit that I couldn't focus on anything until I knew what he wanted with me.

"Fine, as you wish. Sit." He stepped forward and pulled a chair out from the table and sat down on one end. I sat down at the other end and stared at him.

"I've been watching you for the last three years, what an interesting boyfriend you had." He started.

I didn't want to talk about my ex it was too hurtful. "I don't want to talk about it." I said.

"I'm here to give you what he never did. If you'll let me?" he said.

"Do I have a choice?" I asked.

"No." his face light up. "You have no say in the matter. You have no say in anything that goes on between us. In fact you're going to come to Asgard with me." He said.

"Where?" I asked. I thought I had heard right. Asgard, I remember reading something about it in high school but I wanted to make sure I hadn't hallucinated. Some people can under stress I wouldn't be surprised if I was.

"Asgard." He said again.

"Asgard as in the myth Asgard with Thor and Odin?" I asked.

He nodded his head. "Yes."

"And you are?" I asked.

"Loki, the mischief maker himself." He stood and bowed to me. I could tell he was really proud of who he was.

I don't remember very much after that. Everything seemed to be so long ago, and it seems as though my mind has been blocking everything out. Perhaps it is to help me heal. Well I'm gonna stop writing for now. Perhaps I will write some more later.