Scene 1: Asgard
Night, obviously most of the gods are asleep. Heimdall stands guard, somehow blind to the faint light glowing on the other side of the city. A light welcoming a visitor to the still horizon. A woman walks down the street, in a powder blue dress with long sleeves, its silk with elegant gold trim. Her hair is black as soot and her eyes are a powerful green.
There was no sound in the air as she walked towards the palace. There were no guards this far from the palace, but it would come soon enough. Fifty guards, nearly all immortal, the others were the ones to be careful with. There was also the vault, the locks and the reason she was there, in the middle of the night. She had with her only a pouch of sleeping potion, but unlike most, she had a plan.
A few moments later and she stood before the grand entrance, only instead of walking through she turned around the corner and waited. She glanced at a small timekeeper in one of the building windows. Three… two… one… and the door opened. She quickly slipped past a guard leaving to make his occasional round outside the palace walls and crept in just before the door closed behind her.
The halls were dark for a moment but as her eyes adjusted the outline of three guards in the distance appeared. The woman lay low, watching them, and as she approached she counted under her breath. Ten… nine… eight… the men started walking towards her. Seven… six… five… they were within ten feet, if they came much closer they would see her. Four… three… two… one!
CRASH!
"What is that?" The man closest to her cried as he turned around the other way. The others stared behind them in shock. The group was then running down the hall. The woman smiled. She knew now it was exactly 12:03. A lamp exactly one hundred yards away was loose at the hinges and threatening to drop but fortunately no one noticed except her. She knew the exact moment it would fall for months.
It had to be done quickly if she were to have time to complete both parts of her task. First was the vault, where getting inside was not the problem but dealing with the creature that protected it was another thing entirely. The first was destroyed on Earth by Thor, but a second, just as powerful, just as deadly took its place. It did not take long for her to reach it; the immortals do not protect something that is already secured. She grabbed the handles, spoke a silent prayer, and opened the door. The stairs were no challenge; she passed by in utter silence, not even breathing. At the end she froze. On either side of her were weapons from other worlds, many people would kill to obtain but there was only one she was looking for. Walking quickly, she noticed a blue glow at the far end of the chamber. She crept up, and she saw it. The Golden Scepter with the power orb, tied to the tesseract, and sole weapon of Loki, god of Lies and Mischief. She stood before it and passed her hand in front of its dim shine. She bit her lip, looking at the dark wall ahead of her, the creature's cage. She faced her open palm at the wall as her other hand reached towards the weapon. She slowly inhaled and picked up the scepter. Simultaneously the wall began to dissolve and she focused her energy. Before the creature could be freed and soon it was trapped. She waited. Nothing. Boom! Coming from behind the wall. Boom! Again. Her eyes widened in fear as she realized: it was trying to get out. She wasted no time as she sprinted out of the chamber and slammed the door behind her. She sealed it. Boom. Boom. BOOM! And the sound of cracking started, as she heard the sound of the wall falling away. She didn't need to be told twice, and soon she was gone. She was running out of time. She had to finish it.
She passed quickly through another hallway towards the palace dungeons. Several turns and doorways later she reached a low ceilinged room lit by torches. Two guards stood watch by a rusty gate. The woman frowned, it would be tricky. She kneeled by the far wall and pulled down her sleeve. Placing her right hand on the face of the wall she focused her energy and ice began to form. Her limb grew cold as the entire wall froze and the plaque passed over the ceiling and reached the guards. At first just their feet, then their legs and soon their entire bodies were covered, their essences frozen solid.
It was so fast and silent the guards did not even notice. She stood up, made sure they were dead, took the keys from their sides and unlocked the gate.
She passed quickly through the tunnel, stopping only when she reached a small room where guards take breaks in-between their rounds. On a table there rested a mug half filled with water. She picked up the glass and carefully poured in the powder she had brought with her. She swirled the concoction and placed it back before continuing. The way grew darker but the light from the scepter helped her push on. Soon, there was a door. She suddenly felt numb, she had seen all that would happen up to here, she had no idea what to expect. But odds were, she was not going to leave that room alive.
She sighed and opened the door.

She entered with silence, placing the scepter just out of sight by the door and stopped again. Before her, a large cage in the center of the room stood several feet short of the high ceiling, with steel bars and chains securing it to the ground. At two sides of the circular room against the walls rested two scepters of ancient magic with the exact purpose of preventing prisoners from using their magic. The scene was quite menacing but not as terrifying as the prisoner himself.
Loki stood in the middle of the cage, his back to her. She had no doubt in her mind that he knew he was there, but he was one for dramatics, so she didn't say anything. She took a couple more steps forward, to which he turned around. He looked at her in fake shock for a moment.
"Quite impressive, not many people can sneak up on me."
"I didn't."
"No," He smiled, "no, I suppose not." His smile faded quickly. "Why are you here?"
"That depends."
"Your motivation as to entering this chamber in the middle of the night, unannounced, depends?"
"Yes."
He glared at her, suspicious. "Do you wish to be free?"
"Is that a question?"
"Do you?"
"What do you think?"
"I assume you do."
Loki walked to the edge of the cage closest to her, staring. "But why," he hissed, "are you here? Another one of my father's interrogators, I presume. Meant to appeal to my better nature? To convince me to give up, to abandon my purpose?"
"No. The truth is your father does not even know I am here."
"Then who sent you?"
"No one. I let myself in."
Loki chuckled darkly.
"Are you telling me, you arrived into Asgard without Heimdall seeing you, passed the guards undetected, stole the keys to my little cage and came here of your own choice?"
"Yes."
Loki started laughing again, but he stopped when he looked at her face. She was dead serious.
"You must be desperate, to risk so much just to see me."
"You can say that."
"So why, may I ask, did you come here?"
She stepped closer to the cage, gripped the keys in her hand and threw them through the bars.
"To give you a choice."
BOOM!
She whipped around and stared at the doorway.
BOOM!
The key turned in the lock and the cage opened.
BOOM!
"You seemed to have caused quite a commotion, haven't you?"
"No more than usual." She replied, having recovered. She walked to the door and picked up the scepter and held it out to him. "You will need this."
He took the weapon from her and eyed her suspiciously. She turned away and began walking towards the door again.
BOOM!
And suddenly her back was to the wall and the scepter's blade was to her neck.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Does it matter?"
"It does to me." The blade pressed against her skin. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
"You would like that wouldn't you?"
The blade dug deeper, drawing blood. "I know what you are. I know of your parentage, and why you are here." He stared at her, the blade's grip lessened. "That does not mater, what matters is that you are still needed in this story. You still have a purpose."
He shook his head at her very slowly.
"You'll have to do better than that."
"You do not believe me?"
"Bitch, please."
"Ooh, it hurts you, not being able to intimidate me."
He warningly deepens the blade into her neck. "You are a master of magic, are you not?"
BOOM! "Well, I have some abilities of my own. I knew you would fail in your attempt to destroy the Earth before you had even begun. You underestimated their resilience."
Loki pressed the base of the scepter against her throat and smiled savagely as she cried out.
"You are trying my patience."
She tried to speak but she could hardly breathe. He released the scepter and returned the blade.
"I had a vision. A vision of you freed, on Earth. You still have a purpose there, Loki. There is something you need to do. I have known of this for years, I have waited for this day to come, because there is a destiny for you yet."
"Why should I believe anything you say?"
"Because much unlike you," she stared right into his eyes, "I am a terrible liar."
Loki looked down, almost in humility. She was still panting heavily from being choked. He eventually looked up at her again.
"Who are you?"
"Sigyn. I was once of Asgard, then like you, I was abandoned. I have not been in this city for what feels like a lifetime. You can understand that, can't you?"
BOOM!
He stared at her another moment, then released her. "Thank you."
BOOM!
"They seem to have sent the entire army after you."
BOOM!
"No, that would be the Destroyer." She said as she opened the door and entered the tunnels. Loki followed soon after.
"Why would they send the Destroyer after you? Seems bit of a waste."
"Fortunately for me, it is not after me." BOOM! She started picking up the pace. "I had the honor of entering the weapons vault to get your scepter." BOOM! They left the tunnels and were running through the halls. But Loki grabbed her arm.
"The weapons vault?"
"Yes…" She replied, looking confused.
BOOM!
"You idiot! Do you have any idea what you have done!?"
BOOM!
"Released the destroyer, alerted the palace guards, Thor, Odin and the warriors of my elicit entrance and giving us approximately twelve minutes to reach the secret passage before we are captured."
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! SMASH!
And the wall behind them shattered to pieces. They ducked just before the fire struck where they were only two seconds before. Loki turned and shot a beam at the monster to no effect and it raced after them – the walls set afire and began to crumble. They could barely keep out of range as another fire lit up in front of them. They turned down another corridor and desperately changed direction to another hall and stopped. Silence.
"We must hurry." Sigyn urged. They followed the darkened passageway, reaching a sharp corner - the moment they reached the turn Loki screamed in pain and collapsed. Sigyn cried out and kneeled at his side looking up to see an archer grinning savagely. "Not today." And a small blade appeared in her hand and flew into the air, slicing through the archer's heart as she tried to help Loki onto his feet.
"The enchantment. I cannot use my magic."
"Don't speak." There was another cry, a screech and Sigyn was knocked back by a beam of fire. The Destroyer had caught up with them. It blocked the passage they had come from, and over the archer's body a dozen soldiers stood with their spears at the ready. "Damn."
"Thief. Step away from the scepter and kneel, or we will have to use force. Choose wisely."
Loki lay five feet from her, her back against the wall, both the soldiers and the Destroyer were twenty five feet away from both of them. She looked at Loki, then to the left, the right. She decided.
"Alright, alright." She raised her hands, the soldiers approached her and when they were within reach, she let them have it. Her left hand pressed the wall and her right hand pointed towards the Destroyer. Ice shot at the Destroyer before it would strike and ice travelled along the floor towards the soldiers and rising up to seal a wall of ice between them they cried out, attaching the frost with their spears to no avail. And then there was quiet. Loki stared wide eyed at Sigyn, she tilted her head at him; her once green eyes were blood red and her skin was blue. He sat up and her appearance shifted back to its original form.
"You're…"
"A frost giant, yes." She said, picking up his scepter. "Yes I am." She pointed it to the corner and fired a hole in it. She turned to him. He glared at her. "We don't have much time."
Loki paused a moment, unsure, before slowly getting to his feet, struggling at first and followed her, using his scepter as support. The poison was having him weak; unable to use his magic within the confines of the palace he had, at best, ten minutes. They stumbled through a servant door in the palace, Sigyn leading the way. One hundred feet, one hundred more feet.
Loki almost fell but Sigyn kept him going. They were almost there, just a bit more, the passageway was almost within arm's reach-
"STOP!" A voice boomed as lightning flashed across the sky. They both turned. Loki sneered as Thor, his adoptive brother leapt from the high towers and landed in front of them. "Take one step further and I will put you down."
"Go ahead then," Loki said, stepping towards him, "try it."
"Brother, you are wounded."
"I AM A GOD! Gods are NEVER wounded!"
"I do not wish to hurt you brother, but you are giving me no choice."
"Why?" Loki laughed. "Not enough of a man to leave your little toy hammer alone?"
"Toy?" Thor growled. "TOY?!" He thrust his hammer into the air, lightning coming towards him and then forced upon them. Loki smiled, only to be pulled back by Sigyn, forcing a shield of ice around them. And the lightning struck. The explosion rocked Thor back as shrapnel flew into the air in all directions and the light erupted throughout the entire city. The god of thunder rose quickly to his feet and when the light died away Loki and Sigyn were gone.