Whoo hoo, a new story... okay blame my not updating other stories because I love the Avenegers and Loki ;P. So, without further adue, here it is!

Based a few monthes after the Avengers movie

I own no one but Astridr/Sk8terpunk_

Astridr's P.O.V

I lie awake in my cell. Why do I have to be here? Why am I being punished for what my father did?! Why?! Why?! WHY?! It's all because of Odin and Frigga not wanting me to be 'evil' like father. Grandmother and Grandfather, if they can even be called that, sent me to Earth after my father and Uncle Thor did battle.

I slide off my bed onto the floor to practice my magic, at least I'll have something to focus on other than this blasted prison!

I conjure up a small purple flame, I make it dance across the floor, little singe marks are left behind. I focus all my energy and magic on this small flame. I back away, it's heat starting to exhaust me.

"You're not supposed to be doing that, Astridr!" Nick Fury yells at me, sliding a food tray into my cell. "You better not be planning some avenging-daddy-taking-over-the-world scheme."

"WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED FOR WHAT MY FATHER, LOKI, NOT ME, DID?! I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU'RE PEOPLE! I EVEN BROUGHT BACK SON OF COUL FROM MY SISTER HELA! SO WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED?!" I shriek angirly, the flame quickly dissapearing. I jump to my feet and go closer to the glass wall.

"Do you have to start this up every morning?! You are not being punished, you are being kept in here by order of your grandparents. Your father was crazy and evil and they didn't want you to try to pull the same stuff he did. So you're not being punished, if you were, you can be sure as hell you wouldn't be able to speak right now."

"On this planet, is it not the parents responsibility to take charge of there childs life, that is how it works on Asgard too." I glaring at him. I've seen Midgardian 't.v.' and read Midgardian literature, so I know a bit about this world.

"If the childs parent can't, then the responsibility goes to the grandparents. You're father's crazy, and we don't know who, what, or where your mother is, so it's up to your grandparents Frigga and Odin. You don't like it, whine to them."

"They are not my grandparents. My grandfather was Laufey, king of the frost giants. Frigga and Odin hate me, my father, and my siblings. AND MY FATHER IS NOT CRAZY! " I snarl.

"Well fine then, whoever the hell is supposed to care for you in place of your father is keeping you here. Until I get the word from one of them, you're stuck, ant." He hisses the insult at me as if I actually where my father.

"Then why isn't Hel here?! Why aren't Slepnir, or Ferir here?! Why am I the only one of Loki's children to be trapped in this miserable world?!" I nearly scream.

"Because, you are the only one who's still a child. Your siblings are all adults or animals, that's why you're the only one locked up."

"Hear my words mortal, I am not a criminal, I am not my father, and I will get out of here approved or not." I hiss.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Phil's comin' soon, strange enough he's the only one on this boat you respect." He snarls.

"Oh, you mistook me, I do respect many people aboard the Hellicarrier, just not you."

"Okay daddys girl, have fun with school." Fury says walking off. "Keep an eye on Astridr Lokidottir, she's been practicing magic and talks about escaping again." I hear him say to another agent down the hall.

I look at the food tray, I've gotten used to Midgardian food, but I still don't like to eat eggs. I push the tray aside with my foot and walk back over to my bed and look at my reflection in the mirror.

My long black hair, my bright green eyes, my pale skin, slender build, even my magic, they are all inherited from my father. When I was brought to father, Frigga said I looked so much like my father that he would be the one to raise me. Father wasn't allowed to raise any of his other children, so he called me his miracle baby. I've met my siblings, but I wasn't raised with them. I don't understand why he wasn't allowed to, he's a lot better parent than Odin is.

I force myself into my Jotun form. My deep blue skin and firey red eyes make me look like a monster. I still haven't gotten used to this. It still scares me to shift, as grandfather enchanted me when I was born, although I find it sad that Odin saw me before my father did. I shut my eyes and shake my head and I'm back to normal.

"Funny, you're almost like the Hulk." Phil Coulson comes to my cell and unlocks the door. "So, does it ever feel weird to change like that?" He asks and slides the door open.

"Not really, funny thing is that I've had a spell cast on me for so long that this is my natural appereance." I tell him walking out. "But what's fun is that in my Jotunheim state, I can control ice. Son of Coul, this isn't the normal class room." I point out questionably. Usually my classes take place on the bottom level, it has a table and I work on Midgardian studies.

"I think we need to talk first." He leads me to a white room with a table and two chairs, this is the interrogation room. I was sent here after my father had unleashed the army of Chitauri.

"What about?" I ask, taking a chair.

He grabs his clipboard. "Astridr, have you been sleeping?"

"Yes, last night I dreamt of running through a field with my brother Slepneir." I lie.

"Good, good. Do you receive telepathic messages from your father, Loki, or your siblings?"

"No, but that would be great if I could." I lie again.

"Do you ever miss your family? If so, who?"

"I miss my father, my brothers, and my sisters." Okay, I might slightly miss Uncle Thor and Grandmother, but he doesn't need to know that.

"It shows that you haven't eaten a meal in over three weeks, any reason?"

"I'm not a mortal, I don't need to be fed every hour. Besides, I'm not exactly a fan of Midgardian food." He scribbles down some notes. "Except for pudding, and those crunchy, meaty, spicy things." I add.

"Are you talking about taco's?" He asks.

"Yes, they are delicious."

"Anyways, do you wish to take over the world to avenge your father?"

"No, I don't want to get in trouble. Although, I'm already being punished enough on this damned Hellicarrier." I say with a half smile. I do want to avenge my father, but I wonder if ruling the world would be how to do it.

"Final question. Would you ever consider joining The Avengers?"

He asks me this dreaded question every single time something goes on in Midgard, they asked me this after my father and uncles battle, they asked me after the Chitauri attacks, they ask me every damn time the Avengers are mentioned! I HATE THEM!

"They nearly killed my father, they are the reason I'm trapped in here day after day, they are the sole reason, and inspiration to hate mankind. I would never join." I growl.

"The Avengers did more than just that. Why won't you join?" He presses.

"They are a group of homewrecking Midgardians. I would never in the rest of my life, join them. They have hurt me and my family in too many ways, they have literally destroyed my life. Not excluding Thor. Thor is the thorn in my side on sleepless nights, all the others are just mere mortals who don't know what in Hell they are doing. And that green beast, ha, I would love to see him try and harm my father again." I glare at him in annoyance. "Thor is just an imbicile anyways." I grumble underneath my breath.

"Fury honestly doesn't want you to be stuck here all the time. If you join, you would be out in the world instead of in your cell all day long. More than likely, people would see your father in a different light if his youngest daughter joins the worlds best superhero's. Astridr, I think it would be good for you." He tells me, looking into my eyes. "This could be your chance at freedom."

I sigh, defeated. "I will think about it." I tell him.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, just a little tired." Tired of being pressured to join the Avengers, tired of being locked up here. I don't know if I should.

"Wanna go lie down?" He offers. "You're ahead in your studies, you deserve to take the day off." He tells me as we walk down the hall.

I silently thank him and go into my cell and lie down. I hate my life here. Tears, streaming down my face. Half of them from anger, and half from sadness and pain.

'Astridr, is everything well?' I hear my fathers voice filled with worry. We communicate telepathically.

'Father, I hate it here.' I practically cry.

'I know my child, I know. If I had known how my actions would put any of my children through this much suffering I would-' He pauses, choked up. 'I would have never even thought of taking over Midgard or Asgard. Astridr, I am truly sorry for what I have put you though.'

'I know, Father, I needed to speak to you about something.'

'Yes my child'

'If I join the Avengers, I would be free from this ship. But, after how much they have hurt our family, I do not know if I could.'

'Do it, but just remember, I'm always going to support you, no matter what may happen. If you are harmed in any way, shape, or form, I will escape Asgard and come and get you my little sorceress.' Normally I loathe that nickname he had given me, but now I'm just happy to speak to someone who understands me.

'I may, I don't know yet. Father, have you ever been so tormented, so dead that you just do not want to keep living? I just want to end my life!' Large wet tears stream down my cheeks, I take my hair and start yanking on it. At least the physical pain will distract me from the mental pain.

'ASTRIDR FRIGGA LOKIDOTTIR! DO NOT PULL YOUR HAIR!' Sometimes it scares me at how much my father knows me. 'And yes, I have. I got so low after finding out about my adoption and the battle between me and your uncle that I let go and threw myself into an endless pit. Astridr, you need to keep strong child, I know it is difficult, but please for the love of Odins Beard, stay. Stay alive, stay within the Nine Realms. Now that I'm imprisoned, whenever I feel low, I begin focusing on my magic and sorcery. You inherited it from me, I will try to train you more telepathically, just please stay.' He nearly pleaded. 'And please, I know how tempting it is. It's too late for me, but please, please my child, stay away from the darkness. There are so many forces in this world, or any other world we do not know about, stay away from which we do not know. Avoid other Jotuns, avoid darkness, avoid everything I didn't.' He says, now begging.

'Father, do you comunicate with any of my siblings? I cannot seem to contact any of them, not even Sleipner.' I ask, feeling a little more stable.

'I know. I've tried communicating with Hela, but it seems that you are the only one who inherited my telepathic capabilities. You need to rest my child, I know you haven't been sleeping. You've had the same problem since you were a small infant, when you feel trapped, punished, or any strong emotion, you deny yourself sleep. Sleep, think about the desicion with the Avengers, but mostly think about the better times. Think about when you were smaller and me and your uncle would try and teach you to fight, but you would walk off to the library. Think about running through the fields with your brother on cold days, please my child do whatever you can to feel better.'

'I will father, good night. And, thank you.' I thank him. Maybe I should sleep on this desicion.

'Of course my child, I will always be here for you. Good night.' He ends. I lay on my side and close my eyes._

Aaaand, break! So, how did you guys like it? Any suggestions?

Oh, and I apologize if they seemed out of character. R&R, and remember to eat your vegetables, even if they look nasty and look like they'll take over the world!