It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful comet Bruce banner has ever seen. It's color was a breathtaking mixture of red and orange and flaming gold, and it seemed to tare the night sky in half as it passed above his head. So close he could almost hear it's burning roar.

Bruce did not know much about comets and asteroids and other space objects. Clearly, he knew much more than you average person, but comparing to his knowledge in earth physics and radioactivity- his knowledge was lacking. He smiled softly as the comet passed on, leaving him alone with the desert silent, interfered only by the quite beeps and ticking noises of the devices in the van below him.

He inhaled deeply and took another sip of his hot, black, coffee, closing his eyes he listened to the silence of the night.

And then it crashed.

Banner never heard of comet's crashing. But the loud crash sounded like an explosion.

I wasn't to far away, couldn't be more then a three hours drive or so. A pillar of smoke rose from where he assumed the comet crashed. Only second later- all his devices started making noise at once. What was a soft and cal harmony of ticking and beeping became an ecstasy of loud noises, Bruce hurried down into the van.

The inside of Bruce banner's caravan was a catastrophe.

Old measuring devices, electronic gadgets, and so on trying their best to keep up with a new elegant laptop made by "stark" industries. The computer was the only thing Bruce took with him when he left of to work in the desert near New Mexico, and it kept all of his studies at hand.

Bruce cleared his desk from the piles of used paper and dishes and started to work. For the next hour he was conducting the orchestra of gadgets- trying to make sense in the sea of information from the comet.

"That can't be" he whispered and re-checked his data "but, but this is a voice- the pattern, its, its impossible"

On his screen there was a frequency. A sound wave from the comet, which could be played and heard.

"This is impossible" said banner, now aloud, he adapted his computer to play the frequency and waited, anxious.

A loud and massy voice filled his van, and Bruce adjusted his computer until her voice was heard crystal clear.

It was a human voice, human laughter, a female human's laughter. Bruce was overwhelmed. The laugh that filled his messy van a one of sheer joy, Bruce found that he was smiling, nearly laughing along. .

But then it stopped, with a sound of crash- the crash, the laugh turned to a scream of pain, and then it was over.

Bruce set silent for a while, shocked. He looked south, to the place where the comet crashed, where she crashed.

He didn't stand a chance against the CIA and shield; he will never make it there in time. But something inside him was urging him to go there, for that slight chance the he just might make it in time.

Bruce banner closed his laptop, got of his chair and started cleaning up his mess. He started by taking his used dishes to the kitchenette and washing them.

He had to keep his mind busy, keep it of the blazing comet and the laughing and crashing woman. He needed to stop thinking about that- he needed to do his damn dishes! "

In less than ten minutes" he told himself while fighting of his urge as well at the scum on one of his plastic plates "everybody will be there, the whole place will be filled with agents, ARMED agents, and you know just how much they like to have you around".

He put the plate aside and took another one, without really bothering about the first plate still being dirty.

"It shield business, there are going to be watchmen and scientists, maybe even nick fury, the whole nine yards, this is not for you banner, leave this to the big boys, this is really not for you, it has trouble written all over it like a damn neon sign!"

Five minutes later only half of the dishes were only half clean, and the messy caravan was racing its way trough the new-Mexican desert, right into the middle of the crash.

The light out of the Asgardian prison was blinding as it was blessed.

Loki forced himself to not narrow his eyes, not show any signs of weakness. He stood tall, held in enchanted shackles from loin to neck and walked by four of the palace finest guards, his mouth was muzzled so he will not attempt to speak to any of them. If wasn't so angry Loki just might have been flattered.

This was the first time in the past year that he was let out of his underground chamber, and he had a pretty solid guess as for why the allfather asked for him.

The reason for them to let him out filled Loki with the satisfaction of a proud mentor.

The first flame, the elder flame, the first flame to ever leave the gates of Muspelheim-has run away.

Loki knew this day would come, he simply hoped to not be around when it does.

It began with a deafening explosion. Loki heard the crashing and exploding noise from below and smirked in his prison. Next was the stench of burned flesh, smoke and fire, as the elder flame made her way up and above the ground.

Orders were shouted; guard armed themselves and ran down to their death, the asgardians had no idea what was coming for them.

"Give them hell kid" Loki whispered. He closed his eyes and listend with delight to the elder flame burn everything in her path.

Her escape lasted no more than an hour, and the silence that came afterwards was ever sweeter.

They led him to the throne room. Loki clenched his teeth with disgust. He hated each and every one of the arrogant faces in this room.

On the throne sat the man he once called father, and on his right, the man he grew up with- the one he used to call brother.

The throne hall was empty, nothing but the here of them and the guards.

The last time Loki saw this room it was full to no place, the all father made a parade of his trial, of the capture of his rebellious, the very thought of that day made Loki's blood go colder with grudge.

The guards stopped in front of Odin's throne. Odin put up his hand, the guards went on attention, then left his chains and moved away.

"Leave us" said the allfather.

"My lord-" said one of the guards with disbelieve.

"Leave at once" said the allfather.

"My lord" the guard nodded and the four of them turned on their heel and left. Loki heard the great door open and close. And then silence fell in the room.

The allfather rose from his throne, and with a swift movemne of his arm the chains and the muzzle fell to the ground.

"My son" started the All father, Loki couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

"I assume by the fact that I am standing again in this room that you didn't find her yet" he said.

"No" said the all father

"Much good these ravens of yours are" said Loki with a smile "why don't you consult with the norns for the matter?"

"This is none of you business" said Thor, breaking into the conversation. Loki examined the thunder god's expression- Tor was anxious and angry, Loki found that very delighting.

"I am willing to offer you a deal my son" said the all father.

"Do not call me as one of your kin Odin!" Loki spat.

Odin ignored him, and Loki could nearly feel his anger boil.

"We want you to bring the elder flame back" said Odin.

Loki smiled and with a voice only a bit more then a whisper said "no".

"How dare you disobey your king!?" shouted Thor, he seemed ready to strike Loki down before Odin stopped him.

"I am willing to offer you something you desire vary deeply- your freedom. In return for her's"

Loki stood still. In his dreams he thought that the all father might offer him his freedom in return for the elder flame, yet he never thought Odin would ever be desperate enough in order to do so.

"What do you say?" said Odin.

"How will I know you will keep your promise?" asked Loki.

Odin said nothing; instead, he reached into his clock and took out a small golden key, the key to his prison.

Loki smiled with dark bliss.

The flame was gone for nearly a month, getting her back will not be easy, getting her trust again- even harder.

But for his freedom, it was sure as hell worth it.

Hey!

thanks for reading!

this is the very first fanfic Iever write in english so i would very much like to have some feedback as for how it is written.

next chapter I'll be intreducing My new OC "the elder flame" so stay tuned~

if you were wondering- Yes, the will be more matur contant vary soon, wich is why the story is ranked M

see you again soon~