Lauren's POV
Lauren stepped off of the plane and through the dark terminal of the safeguard for heritage investigation and enforcement liaison division, and no, it does not stand for S.H.I.E.L.D. This office was a top secret section of U.N.I.T, an alien investigation program in the British government. We work with the origins of mankind from the stars, under the impression that we can find variations of ourselves to learn from, both digressed and progressed. We are a purely European operation until about 12 hours ago. Nine warheads were released onto our base. The amount of workers employed in our project is so few that all members were killed, except me. I was there; I saw them die, and I felt the heat of fire and explosives try and carry me off, but I felt nothing.
I was spared, and God only knows why.
Loki's POV
Loki turned to look over the edge of the hovercraft, turning away from the lecture of an on-deck workman.
"For the last time, you cannot shift the planes to spell out your name!" He yelled over the breeze. I sighed angrily as I turned to the small human and laughed.
"It was actually my title. And I," I stopped to press my scepter into the man neck, pinning him against the side of the carrier wall, "can do whatever I want. I am a god, you sniveling little-,"
"Brother!" Thor yelled. I released the man from my grasp and turned to face my adopted-not-really-kinda-brother. It wasn't exactly a secret that I wasn't very appreciative of the human race. Now, don't get me wrong, excellent slave potential, but since that plan was… altered, I could see no use for this race.
Lauren's POV
Lauren hesitated before she left the taxi, spritzing herself with a little perfume and applying some touch up make-up before she left the small yellow vehicle. With her foot still in the cab, her driver sped off, leaving her stuck on her butt in the middle of a rather barren countryside. She pulled herself up, pausing only to brush some dirt off her clothes before letting every soul spitting curse word that she had managed to pick up in Britain.
"Oh, screw a bunny, godamn-," she stopped as the ground began to roar underneath her. Okay, okay, no panicking... No panicking... Screw that… RUN! She took off for the tree line on the edge of the clearing, not staying long enough to see the being rising from the earth behind her. Once in the prickly bushes, she clung to a tree before freezing and stopping. A breath was right behind her, almost sensual in its urgency. She froze in the ultimate fear before turning around to see her close companion, only to faint as she was met face to face with a….