Loki's POV

Loki enjoyed the weekly briefing with his Intelligence director; it assured him of his power the more trophies he collected. The huge bulky director reminded of his bro- Thor, but Loki smirked at the memory of that blasted oaf tumbling to his death off Stark Tower.

"—And we managed to capture the weapons chief of the American resistance," Loki snapped up from his lounging position on the plush couch.

"What?" he asked coming to full attention. This was a new development. The resistance in what was once called the United States was the most active and the most dangerous.

"Yes, Sir, "continued the director. "During a skirmish in the streets two nights ago, she was found unconscious under debris from our bombs and—"

"The weapons chief is a woman?" Loki mused intrigued. This was truly a development. The Americans still controlled majority of the nuclear weapons in North America, this woman could be the key to retrieving them.

"Yes, Sir, she is being held down in the dungeons," the director referred to the clipboard he was holding. "Her name is Estelle Scott."

"Take me to her immediately," Loki smirked, this information would be too easy to retrieve from a woman's mind. He would break her within the hour.

Estelle's POV

Siring hot pain throbbed through my skull. Blood. Hot blood dripped down my forehead from my skull before settling in a pool on the cold stone floor. I closed my eyes trying to breathe through the pain and think.

I had been captured, that was certain. Okay now where was I? I couldn't open my eyes without the pain in my head reactivating so I listened to my body. Cold, I felt unbelievably cold. My bear arms and side lay across what felt like stone. Then a sudden clang of heavy metal bars echoed from a distance. Was I in a jail cell?

I peaked, looking through my lashes, not wanting to anger my head again. It was dark. I was defiantly in what looked to be in a medieval jail cell. Even complete with lit torches outside my bared door. I rolled my eyes, too bad I wasn't a damsel in distress.

I had to move, God knows what could come for me. Hell I was basically running the resistance and they'd probably torture me. I scrambled and ignored the pain in my body forcing myself to sit up and crawl to the wall and sit myself up. If one of the King's men were to come for me, I'd be ready. I knew I couldn't survive torture, so I had the second best thing, I could fight back. Oh would I fight. I flexed my ribs feeling the tiny dagger hidden in a pocket sewn into my bra. Those idiots who captured me didn't do that well at searching me. I smirked and thought about how I would kill the poor soul who came to retrieve me. I could take one more life for the resistance before they eventually killed me.

It was a good plan, really the best I had at the time. Now to wait, so I closed my eyes ignoring the blood as it now dripped down my face. As soon as I closed my eyes there was a loud slam from the heavy metal doors again, but this time it was accompanied by boot falls coming near.

I slowly opened my eyes just in time to see two men appear in the dim light outside my cell. One was just a man, the other I would have recognized anywhere. It was King Loki in all his evil glory and he was staring at me with a shit eating grim. Well fuck.

"This is her, Estelle Scott," muttered the short, stocky guy next to the King. I glared openly at the King. He destroyed my home, and was the reason I had to quit my Masters program in engineering.

My dream.

My insides literally burned with fury for this man. And now he was smirking at me. Okay this bastard was getting nothing from me. Perhaps his arrogant self would be the one to enter my cell first. I would joyously sink my dagger into his too pretty face. In my opinion, it needed a few scars. I almost smiled at the thought. My hand, that faced away from the men, stealthy ran under my shirt towards my hidden weapon.

"Hello Estelle, my, what a predicament you have gotten yourself in," Loki's velvet voice said as if he was scolding a child. I seethed, and if my body wasn't weak and broken I would have jumped up and spit in his face. But no I needed to save my energy for an attack.

"And by predicament do you mean the stunt in New York? Between you in me I didn't think it would have killed fifty of your men and decimate your control center. But, hey, I'll take what I can get." I smirked turning my head to side, baiting him. His smirk never faltered and that only added kindling to the fire inside of me.

"How many?" he addressed the man beside him.

"Sixty confirmed dead, Sir," I physically saw the clipboard man take a step back, probably in fear of his master's rage.

"Ten bonus points!" I yelled "I didn't know if today could get any better because it's really been a ball," I sarcastically shot at him as I felt my dagger free from its hiding place. Now I just needed him to get closer.

"Well Estelle you have cost me a good chunk of my men," he almost whispered as he continued to smirk at me not reacting to any of my bait. He opened the door to my cell and approached me. Fear sank in my throat and I rushed to clear it. I had to be quick and sharp to execute my attack. "And you'll have to repay me."

"Ah I'm guessing by repay you, you mean with my life," I asked thankful for how calm my voice sounded as he squatted, his great height, down next to me. My heart was in my throat. Please don't find the knife. Just a few more seconds…just a little closer…

"Oh, no, pretty one," he almost whispered as he took one of my blood coated curls and tucked it behind my ear. I shivered at the contact and it didn't go unnoticed. I didn't like people touching me. "I want your nuclear weapons."

I snorted. Of course, buddy, sorry but you can't have them. My hand tightened around the dagger, I took the opening and swung, hard. Loki merely caught my assault in midair as if he were swatting away a child. I was frozen, staring at my wrist caught in his hand inches from his face. I swallowed hard. And now he is going to kill me.

But instead he laughed, right at my shocked expression. "You poor thing" he snickered, "you actually thought you could injure me. Oh, darling, but I am a god and you are just a weak mortal. Your attempt is really only laughable and—"

His little speech made him loosen his grip enough on my hand, and I kind of…slipped. Oops. The dagger left a small cut on the side of his cheek. And that's when I laughed. Loki growled and took my hand sharply in his, I gasped at the sudden pain. The dagger dropped from my hand but not before my wrist snapped. I hollered in pain and Loki released me to clutch my wounded wrist.

"Insolent mortal!" he yelled, standing. "You will pay for injuring your King!" He turned to leave and I glared at his retreating form. If looks could kill, he would've dropped dead.

"You will never be my King," I whispered to myself, looking down at my injury.

"One day soon, mortal, you will kneel before me," he stated before slamming the door to my cell and left with the man with the clipboard. I was left alone in my cell with only my failure and discarded dagger.