Hi! This is set after Avengers and Thor: the Dark World. It is a bit of an AU because in my story Loki survives and doesn't betray Thor and Odin. Any questions about the timeline just ask. Let me know you thoughts, suggestions would be appreciated. Sorry for any spelling/grammar or if I say anything that is not correct about Asgard or the Marvel Universe.

Asgard was never truly dark. Few kingdoms could hope for a fraction of the beauty it held. Out of the center rose a castle which appeared to be made of gold. Stories stretch the nine realms of the heroes and greatness of the kingdom, most recently of Thor and his fallen brother. Both having returned from Misgard several years ago after Loki attempted to take over that world. However, for all the greatness of Asgard some corners were overlooked. Still hidden in shadow, where no light could enter and few are willing to go.

Out of one of these hidden passages stepped a figure. Moving through the shadows with a cloak that seemed to bend light away. Keeping it's head down the figure quickly moved through the city, every once and a while looking back as if it was being followed. Avoiding the last of the Asgardians returning home for the night it choose to move through alleyways and over rooftops. If anyone had been watching they would have been amazed at the grace and stealth of the figure. But no one was and slowly the pace of the figured slowed to a walk, until finally it stopped pulling off its hood revealing long silver hair.

Her hair was pulled back into a braid allowing her to see clearly across the city. Under different circumstance she would have loved to stay all night gazing across the kingdom, listening to the sleeping city below. She had delicate features that a human would say made her look like an elf, complete with slightly pointed ears. But her most striking feature was her eyes; they are a dark golden with small flecks of red. Looking at the city she sighs not intending to stop for more then a few moments. She had been running for years now, never truly being able to stop for more then a day at most.

As she began to gather her hood, an arrow whirled through the night and would have hit her head if she did not duck. Seeing a man approach from across the roof, she began to sprint to the edge and jumped into the alley below.

Rolling as she landed straight into a sprint through the alleyways. Even at a pace that no human could hope to keep up with she could sense her pursuer catching up. Running out of options she takes a sharp turn which leads her to an active street. While there were very few people out, there was the occasional Asgardian stumbling to there home who stopped and stared at the figure with the cloak made of shadow run by.

One man even yelled "STOP" at her as she ran by. He gave one step as if to follow before being grabbed by his companions, two other men and a women, all dressed as if they were warriors. They would have left the girl alone to sprint through the night if one had not noticed another two figure chasing her. This time all four began to follow the girl through the winding streets of Asgard, until finally the reached the girl being backed into a corner with one man aiming an arrow at her head and the other brandishing a broad sword.

"Leave her alone!"

"And why do tell would I do that, she deserves to burn" The first man said giving a wide grin that showed pointed black teeth.

"By the command of Sif and the warriors three. You have no right to enter Asgard and harm citizens" Sif cast a look at the girl who surprising looked relatively unfazed by having her life threatened and the appearance of four of Asgard's greatest warriors. Sif noticed the girl slowly reach into her cloak.

Faster then Sif's eyes could follow the girl pulled two slender swords out and had stabbed the man holding the broad sword through throat with one sword, while with her deflected the arrow sent by the other toward her head. Blood splatted her face as she withdrew her sword facing her final attacker. In all the years Sif had been alive few warriors had the skill this girl possessed with her swords, they seemed to become part of her. The archer took a small step back notching another arrow into the bow.

"Did you really think I would be that easy to kill, many men have tried to kill me. And yet you thought you two could? Two mercenaries who barley have seen a real battle, the closest you have gotten to a real fight is beating up a town drunk. Well you wanted to fight me now you get the chance," The girl's voice sounded almost musical even as she threatened the man. She raised and eyebrow at him and had a smirked that gave Sif a chill.

"The girl took a step closer toward the mercenary, deflecting arrow after arrow he sent her way. Realizing that she was merely toying with him, he became desperate aiming his last arrow.

Throughout the exchange the warriors three and Sif stood dumbfounded. Should the help the girl? She seemed in perfect control of the situation. Should the help the man? He was the one who's life seemed in danger. The girl moved with grace as she fought capturing the onlookers attention so much that the didn't realize the arrow the man had aimed was no longer aimed at the girl.

The arrow whirled through the air hitting Sif in the shoulder. At the same time the girl stabbed the man through the heart ending the fight. Both Sif and the man fell to their knees.

"Others will come, he watch you burn you." The mercenary said with blood dripping out of his mouth.

"Then I will kill them too, I have never been afraid of fire." With that the girl pulled the blade out and stepped away as his body hit the ground. Turning to face her audience the girl saw that their attention was no longer on her. It would have been easy for her to disappear into the night and leave Sif to fend for herself. No one here could stop her if they tried and it was clear none of the warrior three would leave Sif's side.

But even if her help was not needed Sif had defended the girl and for that she was grateful, it had been a long time since someone had offered her help. Nearly letting out a short burst of obscenities, the girl approached Sif.

"What is wrong with her? She has fared far worse wounds in battle and continued to fight."

The girl touch the arrow with the tip of her finger then brought it to her mouth, "The arrows were poisoned." Perhaps she was wrong to write off these mercenaries so quickly. "If you want her to live I need a clean quiet place to work. This is no poison that Asgardian medicine will heal, and if we don't do this quickly she will die no matter what I do."

"We can go to the castle, we are almost there and Thor will do anything to keep his us safe."

Keeping her face straight the girl screamed internally, the castle was the last place she wanted to go to. Being there put her dangerously close to an old friend who she would rather never see again. But as she looked down at Sif who's lips were slowly turning dark blue, she quickly made a decision.

"Lead the way."