Everyone knows the story of the Avengers. How five people with amazing capabilities saved the humans of New York City from the wrath of the Chitari. They were considered heroes of the city and gods among men: one of them actually being a god. A demigod. Thor, Odin's son, was sent to Earth to bring his mischievous brother, Loki, home. When he was finally brought to justice, Loki was locked away in Asgard. Everyone knows this story, but no one knows mine.
My name is Elora, a light elf from Asgard. My story starts in the dungeons of Asgard where I care for the prisoners of Odin. I keep them alive until Odin orders their death; this order comes sooner rather than later. Usually, I do not become attached to the prisoners under my care; they are foul and ignorant and rude, but this time was different.
I first saw Loki sitting on a couch his mother, Queen Frigga, had brought for him. He looked tired and irritated, but he had a dark handsomeness that intrigued me. "Prisoner, I have your dinner and-"
"I do not want it." He commented without looking in my direction.
"I am required to leave it here according to my title." I entered the cell and placed the tray on his desk. Only then did he finally look up at me.
My back was slightly to him, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. I set up his dinner only to be surprised to turn around and see him standing right in front of me. "If everything is set I will be leaving now." I moved to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
He was much taller than me, however fear never crossed my mind. I gripped my knife and stared him down. "Release me or I will call the guards." I said.
"Calm down, tiny elf. I'm in no mood to hurt you." He replied letting my arm go.
"You could not even if you tried. Thor would-"
"Don't bring that name into this!" Loki yelled as he grabbed me by both arms.
"Unhand me!" I demanded, pulling out my knife. He saw it coming. Before I could react, he had me by the throat holding the knife to my neck. His grip around my shoulders was stronger than I expected, hindering my brain from thinking of an escape.
"You see, elf, I don't like being told what to do, especially by underlings such as yourself. My name is Loki, and I would prefer to be called that. Do I make myself clear?" Loki hissed into my ear.
"Yes." I replied through gritted teeth.
"Say my name, so I know you understand."
"Yes, Loki. You make yourself clear. Now, let me go." I demanded. I heard a chuckle escape his lips as he released my shoulders and threw me to the floor.
I grunted as I stood and straighten my dress. "Since we are on a first name basis, I would prefer not to be called elf or any other name you have for me."
"Very well. What would you like to be called?" He stepped toward me, chin lifted and my knife still in his hand.
"My name is Elora and you will call me just that."
"Well then, Elora, I believe this is yours." Loki stepped closer and held my knife out to me across he hands as if presenting a gift. I smiled slightly, reaching my left hand for the knife. He didn't see my slap coming as my right hand connected with his cheek. I hurried out of the cell while he regained his focus. "Good day, Loki." I added a curtsy to finalize my leaving.
"Good day, Elora. I will be looking forward to your visit tomorrow." Loki grinned and took his seat back on the couch. I turned and stomped off trying to get away from the god of mischief.