Amelia yawned widely as she walked from her quarters down to the dungeons of Asgard. She had been up late celebrating her promotion; from an assistant to Asgards scientists (mainly just pushing papers and running quick tests) to a more hands-on position.

"Ready for your first day?" Ellis asked. Ellis was one of the highest ranking researchers and Amelia's mentor and had spoken up for her when it was time for her promotion.

"Yes!"

"Okay, you will head down to cell 320. We need hair and blood samples, in its illusion form and in its natural state."

"The Jotun? That's my first task?"

"You can handle it can't you?"

"Of course." Amelia straightened her back.

"Good," He handed her a long stick with a fuse at the end, "It may refuse to turn for you, just stick it with this a few times."

She swallowed hard and took the electric instrument and went to the table next to her to gather test tubes, needles, and a tourniquet.

Amelia walked quickly through the corridors, checking the cell numbers on each door.

"318...319…320." She murmured and took a deep breath when she motioned for the guard to open the metal door.

A strong smell hit her nostrils, like old food and sweat. Clicking her fingers the light above her head flashed on; the floor was littered with straw, and there were two buckets in a far corner, in the adjacent corner was a thin ratty blanket Amelia assumed was supposed to be where the frost giant was supposed to sleep.

"What do you want?" A voice asked, smooth and rich, much more refined than she thought it could be.

"I am here to get some samples," She answered she hadn't realized there was an outline of a body under the thin material.

The frost giant sat up letting the blanket fall and pool around his waist, "And what kind of sample can I get for you?"

Amelia felt her breath catch in her throat. She wasn't sure what she had expected walking in here. They had performed tests and experiments on dead frost giants before but he was so…normal…if she didn't know any better she would have thought he was Asgardian. His eyes weren't the Jotun red, but a dazzling green, his skin wasn't marked with the tribal lines his kind had all over their blue skin.

"Well, you might as well get on with it." He held out a long arm.

She tied the tourniquet above his elbow and waited for a vein to swell before she pressed the needle to his skin. He reached his other hand to his head and yanked at some of his long black hair and gave her the strands.

"Anything else?"

"Uh…yes…I need the same samples…but…"

"Oh, so you want to see my party trick huh?" He asked a smile crossed his lips, she thought he could maybe be handsome, with a shower and a brush dragged through his matted hair.

"Yes."

"Well, since you asked nicely." He nodded to the cattle prod, and quicker than Amelia could blink he had taken on the appearance of his race, "You'll want to be careful not to touch my skin directly."

"Are you always this nice to us?"

"No. But I've never seen you before and you are the only one to treat me with kindness."

"I'm sorry about that."

Amelia finished drawing his blood and took a few more strands of hair.

"Thank you," She said from the doorway.

The jotun raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Anytime."