"Coulson. You were never very good at sneaking up on people," Christie muttered, sharpening her dagger against her stone table. Her long, straight white blonde hair curtained her pale face, those steely grey eyes looking behind her to see Agent Coulson at her door.
"Well thank you I do try," Coulson said, moving to sit down opposite her at the table.
"I didn't say you could sit down," Christie said slowly.
"I bought the apartment," Coulson said, sitting down anyway. "So you have no right to tell me where to sit."
"You've got no right to enter the apartment without warning," Christie shot back.
"Yeah well sadly you have very little choice," Coulson told her, reaching for a pear from the small fruit bowl in the middle of the table and biting into it.
"It's not a real pear, genius," Christie said slyly, rolling her eyes.
Coulson spat out the paper mache filling onto the table.
"Why the hell do you have fake fruit on your table?"
"I'm hardly ever home. No point in me trying anymore. I buy stuff, it
goes off by the time I get back."
"How's your sister?" Coulson asked.
"She's fine. How's yours?"
"Christie what is wrong with you?"
"On edge, I guess." Christine put her dagger in her pocket and looked at Coulson for the first time since he arrived. "You're in my house, at 3 in the morning and you ate a paper pear even though you have never known me to have food that's edible. Which means you're here for something. And I'm not doing it."
"Oh come on," Coulson groaned, reaching into his jacket. "I've come all the way to foggy England to pick you up. You could at least hear me out! You owe me one!" Christie snorted loudly and leant on her palm in wonder.
"Fine. Hit me with it," she muttered. Coulson's eyes twinkled as he pulled out a small metal device from his pocket. He gently pressed a button and a large blue hologram appeared. It was of a tall man with shoulder-length blonde hair, with impeccable muscles too.
"This, is Thor," Coulson explained. "He's a demi-god. God of Thunder to be precise. But he could be a danger to our world." Christie studied the man and touched the hologram, the picture then changing to another man. One that looked much more abandoned, lost and lonely. He had beautiful green eyes and soft black hair.
"Who's this?" Christie asked.
"That's Thor's brother, Loki," Coulson sighed.
"Is he a god too?" Christie frowned.
"God of Mischief," Coulson shrugged.
"So what do you want me to do?" Christie asked, leaning back in her chair.
"You're a British assassin-"
"French," Christie corrected him.
"You're a French assassin and spy, the smoothest of them all. We need you to get to the Odinson palace and watch them. Just to make sure that nothing too bad happens that is a threat to our world in the state that it is," Coulson explained, taking the hologram back.
"Seriously? And what if there is a threat? What do I do?" Christie asked curiously, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You ask Odin to come back," Coulson said simply.
"Who's Odin?"
"The Head Chef. The Big Guy. The gods of all gods. The Giant Banana-"
"Thor's dad," Christie interrupted.
"Yeah. Him."
"Why me? Why not that Romenoff chick that you've got working with Stark? Why not Barton?"
"Natasha's still working with Stark, Barton's gonna be working with us on the same proejct, but on this land."
"How am I gonna do this?" Christie asked. "I can't just say 'Hey I'm an Assassin here to spy on you.'"
"You're gonna be a chef. Beg Thor's mother to let you in as a cook. Say you're from Midgard, and that you'd be honoured to work for her," he smirked.
"What the hell is Midgard? Is that some sort of state?"
"Yeah about that. The place you're going to is called Asgard," Coulson said nervously.
"Asgard?" Christie repeated.
"Yeah. It's in a different part of the universe."
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