So this is my first fan fic so I hope it goes okay. I uploaded the first 6 chapters in bulk so enjoy.

The story does start out slow and I do plan on making it rather long so I apologize if it seems to be dragged out. Tell me if something is wrong with the story.

I will try to make the ending compatible with Thor 2 but no promises since it isn't out yet.

Chapter 1

As the man fell to the ground with a resounding thud Allie looked up from her station, having hidden herself underneath one of the catwalks that had encircled the glass cage, now free-falling to earth. She waited, counting the seconds and listening to the conversation being held between her prey and the foolish God. She had to place one hand over her raw mouth, dripping with anticipation, as the fire shot from the Earthly contraption and hit the God square in the chest, throwing him like a disowned toy through the metal wall behind him. And as she felt his presence leave the room, she crawled out from her secluded spot and walked over to Phil, taking her time in a lazy, looming gait that gave the impression of a marionette on strings. When she reached her target she crawled over his limp legs and sat on his lap, hands tracing the wound in his abdomen, fingering the torn flesh as she spoke slowly and precisely. "Phil," she said a whisper almost, "the contract is complete. I ensured that your wish was fulfilled. It's time for my payment." She thrust her middle finger into the wound, and lifted the blood to her finger, wrapping her tongue around the sweet red liquid, lapping at it.

"And how exactly has my contract been fulfilled?" He sputtered, blood flowing from his lips. He knew it did not truly matter at this point, that death was looming close behind him and his soul would be lost with or without his permission. A smile spread across Allie's face. It held cruelty beyond imagination.

"Can't you see it you fool? I united the Avengers with your death," The smiling splitting her face in two, "You helped save the world by being killed by your most hated enemy." She lifted her hand to caress his face, the light already fading from his eyes as they darted about the room. They both turned simultaneously as hurried steps clanged just outside the door. She disappeared before he had the time to look back at her. It was then that he felt the her hands wrap around his chest, delving deep into his flesh without so much as rip in his flesh. He could feel her fingers break through bone without actually hitting his ribs, and felt his hands twist his heart like a damp cloth until the life was completely ripped from him, his head lulling as a gasp escaped her lips. His soul was resting now, in the pit of her stomach, giving her warmth and strength that she had no felt in some time.

She stood, placing Agent Coulson back against the wall, and with a wave of her bloodied hand he opened his eyes and gasped for breath. A puppet filled with magic. The door opened and the man with the eye patch entered, Fury, was his name. She disappeared, leaving her magic to act of its own accord. She couldn't even remember what words she had programed that corpse to utter but she knew that it would only aid in uniting the Avengers. She was not about to breach the contract. After all she had already taken her prize.

She left the room through the hole that had been burned through the wall, taking the time to dust off her clothing, a military uniform that she had savaged from her time in France during the revolution. She so loved the black jacket and pants with its gilded details. She had had it custom made while she waited out the tumultuous wars that boiled across the earth's face. After she had reached the top deck of the large aircraft she tied her hair into a knot onto of her head, her brown hair being more cooperative than it had been for some time. But this did not strike Allie as strange. After Phil's souls were the first one she had devoured in many years and her body was beginning to show the signs of starvation. But she was renewed for now. She would not have to feed again for several months before the pangs of hunger ravaged her body.

It was as she was walking across the deck that she felt the pull in her heart, like a piece of string being tugged, and she allowed it to pull her into the total darkness that she knew as her master's home. Teleporting had always been her favorite form of travel. She enjoyed the manner in which she could jump from room to room and world to world with a simple thought. But being called so suddenly always led to a disorienting entrance. First her organs would appear, then the flesh around them. Her older siblings often laughed at her for not being able to control herself when being called home by their master but she found it to be comforting, that sickness in her stomach when she was needed, the way her heart would appear in front of her master before her face, like an act of loyalty, presenting her heart to be toyed with as her mast pleased.

To her disappointment her oldest sister, Elli, stood to great her. Elli smiled wickedly at her youngest sister, greeting her by pulling her hands forward and pulling her down into a bowing position. Allie did not mind the forced bow; it was after all something that all of her siblings must to in order to pay their respects to their elder. After the bow, however, Elli hugged Allie with great strength, running her hands across Allies fragile back and resting her angular chin on the girls shoulder as they wrapped themselves around each other. "Allie you are so precious!" Elli said as she released the smaller girl. "You are so clever!" At this Allie blushed. Such loving praise from Elli was a rarity indeed.

"That is so sweet of you my eldest." A soft voice cooed from the darkness. Allie had not noticed Death in the room. She stiffened and kneeled before her master. As Death stepped from the shadows a smile was visible across her face, a loving smile, and tender like a mother. She gave a signal for Allie to rise, and then beckoned Elli to leave the room. Once Elli was gone, evaporated into thin air, Death walked to face her youngest soldier. Death studied Allie for some time, remembering the day when she had plucked the fallen girl from the vacuum of space and given her the gift of immortality. All Allie had to do was serve Death and she would never age, would never die, and never feel true physical pain. She was her prized possession, a fallen Asgardian. But Allie knew not of her true nature, and it was this realization that brought Death back to reality.

She spoke gently but firmly, "My little Aloise , little Allie , I have a task for you."

"Anything Master!" She responded without thought, too anxious at this sudden request.

"Allie I need you to form a contract with Prince Loki of Asgard." Death watched panic spread across Allies face. Death knew of Allies hatred towards Asgard, knew the secret that not even Allie knew, but still she was the only one of her soldiers who could take on this task. Loki was by no means weak in the eyes of Death and she knew that Allie was capable of handling such power.

"You promised." Allie spat at her Master.

"And I can take my promises back! Do not forget that I own you!" Death seethed ,her white skin momentarily red, her black hair flying all around her like scornful snakes as she summoned her power.

At this Allie looked down at the floor, anger boiling over her face. She kneeled once more and said "Of course Master, please forgive my insolence. I shall depart at once." And with that she vanished from the room, leaping through space and time to meet the mischievous god.

Ellie appeared in her place, looking fretfully at death before asking solemnly, "Can she handle this without knowing what awaits her? Can she handle it at all?"

Death looked at her eldest for some time before answering, "She has no choice but to handle it."

By now Loki's plans at ruling earth had fallen through in a horrid fashion. He paced his prison cell, wall to wall, back and forth until his feet protested the constant movement. He had been beaten by the Avengers, or so they had called themselves, and had been dragged back to Asgard where he was to await punishment for his crimes. But none of this worried him. None of this seemed important compared to the fact that he had failed and that he would have to pay dearly for his shortcomings.

It was this fear deep down inside him that caused him to draw forth the very last reserve of his magic and called out to Death. He knew not if he would receive an answer but he begged for assistance none the less. Once the connection was broken Loki turned on his heel and paced again, unsure if his attempts would be successful. He did this for over an hour, paced and hoped that soon Death would come to his aid. But nothing appeared before him and no sign was given. He gave up hope as he laid himself down on the cold and dank cell floor and stared up at the ceiling, a sense doom overwhelming his mind.

Loki turned his head to the left when he felt a small tremor run through the ground beneath him. HE felt that his mind might have snapped when he saw grains of dust and dirt hovering inches above the ground, suspended in the air by some unknown force. It took him a moment to recognize the tremor for what it was and he sat bolt upright when the realization hit him. His mouth gaped for one or two seconds before forming a shy and cautious smile. He had never seen one of Death's personal Valkyries before in his life. The girl who stood leaning against the wall in front of him was slight, appearing very small and fragile before the god. He came to understand just how small she was when he stood, towering a good six inches above her, but he proceeded towards her with caution. When he stood before her, she kneeled, her hair dangling against the floor as she bowed her head as far as it would go. She looked up, a triumphant look in her eye. A look that was present only to hide her utter hatred and disgust for the god.

Her lips moved like silk blowing in the wind. "What is your wish my Lord?"

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