(Quick AN, ~ - will be used to identify thoughts in any/all relevant chapters)
It was supposed to be a day like every other, Yuki sat in her local pub, relaxing after a busy day of her studies at Juilliard.
Enjoying her beer as she always does after a long day, she isn't an alcoholic, only an alcohol enthusiast.
The smell of booze, the open windows letting cigarette smoke inside, the worn wooden bar top slightly moist from the dew drops that slid down the glass bottle from time to time, outlining the circular shape of the bottle when she lifts the beer to her lips periodically.
It felt like home, of course sadly the beers are watered down to hell here in America but it's not like she really minds, a beer is a beer after all and she isn't picky.
Yuki smiles as she runs a dainty hand through her hair with a happy sigh and that is when she heard screams, explosions and gunfire.
The beginning of what was soon to be one of the biggest calamities to befall New York.
Yuki is a young woman in a new land and now a young woman running for her life.
A look of panic crosses her face as she sculls the rest of her beer, leaps from the bar stool she sat upon and sprints outside.
Upon exiting she continues to run, confronted with the sight to match the sounds she heard before she left the pub, she felt herself slowing down before she forced herself to break from a run back into a full blown sprint, she couldn't afford to slow down or stop especially since the buildings began to crumble left, right and centre.
She manages to get a decent distance away from the middle of the attack as strange ships fill the air, hearing blood curdling screams as even stranger creatures begin slaughtering innocents.
She gets as far away as fast as she possibly can, making it a little further from the fray but to no avail, she hears an explosion to the side of her before seconds after is struck by rubble of the destroyed building, covered in dust, concrete and her own blood.
Yuki is knocked out upon impact with the debris and the ground, her dark blue hair lay askew upon her face and her small frame splayed out in a most uncomfortable position under the debris.
Soon enough the conclusion of the invasion has reached not only its peak but its demise as well and all that is left is the destruction, sorrow and many casualties.
After a few hours she finally regains consciousness, using the strength from her new found adrenaline she pushes some of the debris off of herself before she coughs and groans in agony.
She pushes through only to continue to pull herself out from the rest of the rubble that covered her, she bit her lip as she looked at the destruction that surrounded her, her heart feeling heavy as she can only imagine the current death toll among the city.
"Hello...? Is anyone alive?"
Her voice is shaky and weak as she attempts to stand, she winces and falls to the ground with a sharp cry as she moves a hand towards her leg but recoils when it's met with the sharp edge of debris.
Aside from that obvious wound, the rest of her body is simply cut up by rubble that had initially fallen on it and the rest of her body wasn't looking too good either.
Yuki's head was pounding, a headache like none other and her body was in agony all over.
She examines her leg closer, thinking of a way to dislodge the debris so she may push forward, so using the only method she can think of right now with her lack of proper tools she grits her teeth with a visible grimace as she pulls it out as safely as she can and tosses it away.
~thank fuck for First Aid courses~
Needless to say her leg has begun to bleed from the freshly opened wound and despite the pain she bites her lip as she forces herself to stand before she begins limping away from the debris she was trapped in.
She could barely think, the pain was unbearable but she knew that if she could make it to somewhere with a first aid kit then she would be fine for awhile.
She walked halfway down the stretch of rubble of what once used to be a main street before she groans in pain, she takes off her t shirt and reveals a clean singlet top underneath, stripping the singlet and quickly putting her tattered shirt back on Yuki then tears the singlet and wraps it over the wound that is oozing with blood.
She wipes her dark blue locks out of her eyes as she keeps walking and though she's limping she continues to push forwards because she knows that if she sits around and cries about it then nothing will change.
Yuki trod along when something felt off, she felt a presence and being a spiritual woman -a Wiccan to be precise- she usually felt the presence of spirits and people though after a few incidents as a child that resulted in her trying to suppress her gift, it is very on and off.
Though when she turned around and stopped in her tracks she saw nothing, she lets out a small sigh and massages her temple lightly.
~Ugh... hitting my head that hard must've messed with me...~
She turns back around and clutches at the cage pentagram choker around her neck, it holds an Onyx for strength and right now she needs it.
She reaches the remains of a shop that's half crushed and half intact, she picks up a rock and shatters what's left of the window, the building seems stable enough to quickly scavenge for a first aid kit and so grabbing another rock she flattens the rest of the window since the door (or where it once was) is now replaced by a large piece of debris.
She takes a deep breath before she feels the pain overwhelm herself; she punches her wound and cries out in pain.
~Fuck that hurt... but... I need the adrenaline...~
Using the pain as strength she swings her legs over the window and gets herself inside the building, she cries out in pain once she's inside and pants softly.
"F-fuck!"
She closes her eyes for a moment as she adjusts to the pain and then she quickly searches behind the counter for a first aid kit, she finds even better, a first aid box and curses when it's locked and there aren't any keys in sight.
"Fuck! You're fucking kidding me right?! God fucking dammit!"
She takes a breath and sighs as she grabs it and quickly leaves the building after hearing a creak and just in time too, after taking a few steps away from the building it collapses entirely.
She looks relieved and then sits upon a smoother pile of debris.
Fiddling with her messy hair she grabs two bobby pins and bends them, she picklocks it with ease and smirks.
~Ah old habits die hard...~
She opens the box and grabs out the antiseptic cream, rubbing alcohol, gauze bandages and anti scarring cream.
~This is gonna hurt...~
She removes the makeshift gauze from her leg and quickly gets to work on her wound as she bites down on her lip and holds back tears to endure the pain of the badly bloody leg injury.
She makes sure she gets it done fast and wrapped up properly, hoping that she managed to escape the risks of infection.
She then lies back on the debris panting softly as tears roll down her cheeks.
"I should rest... for a bit..."
Upon those words, she hears shouts of a woman, she steadies herself to sit back up and that is when she spots the people belonging to the voices, they're not a search and rescue team but it's a relief to see friends faces.
They spot her out and quickly rush to her aid, the woman is surprised to see the first aid kit and Yuki's own patch up job on the abrasion upon her leg.
The woman has neatly tied up hair in a bun, a brunette who speaks in a soft tone as she lends Yuki a hand up to get to her feet
"Ma'am I'm glad you're alive, most in the city haven't been so lucky, we'll take you to the hospital out of town and get you sorted, insurance and such as well"
Yuki ignores the presence of the suit wearing man with the brunette, he hadn't spoken to her so she paid him no heed but gives the woman a gentle nod of agreement and is about to reply to the woman before she feels her hand slip from the grasp of the hand holding hers as Yuki's vision becomes one of a familiar darkness.
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{MEANWHILE -the events here will be further explained in the next chapter-}
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Loki had escaped the clutches of the Avengers, using the last of what limited strength he had to summon illusion clones to throw the party of heroes off as he made his hasty exit.
Despite his best efforts to escape he ends up captured by a criminal organization, Loki struggles which results in a few of their deaths as the thugs try to keep Loki compliant.
They adminster him with high dosages of calmatives, lethal to humans but to his God bod its merely enough to keep him weak, allowing them to transport him to their base and treat him as cruelly as they want without worrying that Loki will be able to kill them for it.
After a few weeks of planning the thugs decide to perform a heist and that heist will be to break into S.H.I.E.L.D and get what they can from the secretive organization and thanks to the help of an ex member of S.H.I.E.L.D, they not only infiltrate the base but even manage to steal some of S.H.I.E.L.D's special equipment.
Due to the well thought out heist and the snitch, it was a success, they all know it was risky but a necessary move since Loki wasn't exactly easy, nor was it cheap to keep in a passive state.
After acquiring the specially designed cuffs and muzzle they equip them to the fallen God, much to his very visible disapproval and yet weak struggle thanks to the high dosage of calmatives that are flowing inside him.
The thugs are more than happy to be in possession of such a highly sought after prize, though it doesn't occur to them at this stage that they can't actually do much with him but they do enjoy the pain that they assume they inflict upon the deity over the next few months.
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{A FEW MONTHS LATER}
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Yuki awoke in her bed at roughly 3am, she hadn't fallen asleep until 1 am so she lets out a small groan of annoyance with a roll of her eyes.
Though given what happened a few months ago she refuses to complain about much since she came out better off than most people that were around at the time of the New York tragedy, thankfully her campus wasn't destroyed, nor the dorms to Juilliard themselves even though she didn't live in the dorms.
Yuki had secured her own home and she felt lucky to have at least that much considering many lost their lives, their homes and loved ones, if anything she had been blessed by New York's calamity, though that will be explained at a later time.
She attends her classes on the regular of course, though her class is significantly smaller, as are most of the classes there, many young and talented people lost their lives that fateful day, some say it was terrorists and some say aliens.
A German exchange student went as far as to claim that it was a mighty God that had come to rid the world of the sins humans have plagued it with, though that sounds a little crazy there may be some truth since he showed the group of curious students, including Yuki, a screenshot of his German parents with a newspaper stating that a man clad in strange attire had tried to be the next Hitler.
The news also made its way to America via TV but Yuki rarely watches TV, though after the attack she's tempted to start but in a way she wants to keep her distance even more from the depressing news of the real world.
She has class in the morning and it was currently early as fuck, Yuki doubts she'll sleep before her 10:30 am class though, well maybe, she sleeps a fair bit during the day thanks to insomnia.
A small meow echoes through her room as she feels her snoot being booped by her fuzzy feline companion and she giggles as she nuzzles the kitten in return, snuggling in closer as the kitten then settles itself next to Yuki's chest, her kitten usually sleeps next to her heart so she's more than used to his actions.
Yuki has a large Victorian home on the outskirts of the city, it gets a little lonely but she does have Kaius, her kitten whom she rescued herself a few weeks ago.
She smiles softly as she looks up at the window near her bed, the scenery there is quite nice but she doesn't like going out much, she hasn't been in America for long, six months at most and she gets lost when she tries to explore, it can be very overwhelming since she's moved away from Australia, her homeland and America is a strange but new place to try and adjust to.
(AN: So I've glossed over a few details mainly because it's going to be explained in the next chapter, the next chapter will be focused primarily on our fallen God, so you'll be able to read and find out some of what Loki is going through during his forced stay. Also, I'm Australian so I'm not sure what any names are for Criminal Organizations are in New York so I just made one up without a name so I don't offend any existing gangs
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