"We just don't know what it is, sir. I'm sorry but she'll likely die in less than a week." The S.H.I.E.L.D highly trained and educated doctor told Director Fury, barely meeting his one eye.
Fury stared him down until the doctor was forced to look up, sweat beading at his forehead. "Iris is a good, very young agent. She has abilities even we have never seen before. You find out what it is and find a cure for it straight away. Take me to her room." Fury said rubbing his forehead in agitation.
The frightened doctor led the way through the private hospital until they found her room, the plain door had no window in it to see inside, once the door opened both of them stood there in shock, or in Fury's case frustration.
The room was unoccupied, the bed was still pulled up to where a persons chin would be if there had been a person laying in it, but there was no one. The pillow still had a small depression in it from where her head had been. Fury scanned the wall that had a small board hanging off of it, photographs of a much younger Iris with a man who was assumed to be her father, she was smiling a toothy happy smile at her father who returned it, her face was much more childish and chubby. He then looked at the one above it, it was of her and Agent Yiles, a young male agent that was her apparent best and only friend. Though, in that picture she was in her hospital bed, her body had been ridded of muscle and fat and all that was left was skin and bones, her face was hollowed out and her skin paler, she still managed to smile though with the happiness that came with it there was the haunted look that came with almost every agent that had a past no-one spoke about.
" .She?" Fury asked calmly, spinning around to the flustered and worried doctor. His graying hair seemed to go even a shade lighter as the Director stared him down.
"I-I'll find out right away, s-sir." The doctor said, leaving before Fury could unleash his anger. Fury stood in the room, taking the photo off of the board of her and her father holding it out to inspect it.
"Yeah, you better."
Iris gasped as she felt her body collapse into hard wooden floor, she felt as if she had been holding her breathe for hours. Her eyes frantically searched upwards to see a man or rather young man sitting in a large leather armchair with a book in hand. His eyes slowly made their way up to hers and she nearly fainted. They were a green richer than her own, his pale skin and thin lips in contrast with his defined jaw and raven black hair made him insanely handsome. His mouth was wide agape just like hers, his green eyes were full of a strange curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, she mused.
"W-what happened, why am I here? Why can't I...remember anything?" Iris asked fumbling her brain for a reasonable answer, she could remember being sick in the hospital and no one knowing what was wrong with her and that was all, nothing else, even where she was from. She panicked and wondered if this guy was some sort of serial killer or something. She opened her mouth to scream when his words stopped her.
"Please don't. I do not wish to harm you. I apologize, my sorcery failed to work and brought you here instead. I shall escort you home, where in Asgard so you live...I have not seen you before." Loki said raising an eyebrow at the girl, she looked awfully thin and pale, as if all of the life had been sucked out of her.
She was absolutely beautiful though, more so than anyone had ever seen, her light blonde shimmery hair fell in curls travelling down her back. Her pale face was hollowed out but he assumes it was a heart shaped face, with pouting lips and a small button nose, her eyes though, were the things that made him stop dead in his act to stand. One eye was blue whereas the other eye was a stunningly light lime color, they held a haunted gaze that he couldn't quite shake off.
"Asgard? Huh, am I dead or dreaming? Let me guess you are Loki, my favorite person of all time." Iris said, having a small inside joke. She had studied Norse Mythology and Loki for years and years, but she couldn't remember where or when. She had never had a dream about Loki or Asgard before, at least she thought she hadn't and it was amusing that she had finally dreamt it in her last days, either that or she was dead already. Her eyes trailed to his face and saw that his eyes were as wide as saucepans.
"You are mortal? How do you know of me?" He asked standing up warily. Bringing a mortal to Asgard without Odin's permission was obviously against the rules, though he hadn't meant to bring her to Asgard if Odin were to find out he'd disagree. He looked down at her as she tried to stand up as well, underneath her hospital dress he could see her absolutely thin shaking legs.
She looked absolutely, pathetically mortal, so weak and helpless, though he couldn't help but begin to saunter forward to help her but stopped as she stood up abruptly and her small dotted dress slipped halfway down one shoulder to reveal deep faded gashes on her shoulder and collarbone.
"Yes, I'm mortal. Let's just say I like books and...your mischief. " She said with a small half-grin that was turned towards him. He realized she was very small not only in size but in height, although perhaps she was just average height for Midgardians. He once again was struck by her different colored eyes and wished that he could stare at them for a moment more, they looked to hide all kinds of mysteries and secrets.
"Oh, you like my trickery do you? I am usually the only one to find them humorous... Little Midgardian, I can't help but wonder if you're ill. You're terribly thin and weak." Loki said, pointing out the obvious. He watched as she ran her hand through her locks, giving him a small sad smile that managed dimples. He could not deny her beauty anymore than anyone could.
"My name's Iris not Little midgardian', I don't remember much, but I know I was in the hospital and they didn't know what was wrong with me. They said I would be dead in less than a week and at this point, I believe them. So, please, please please, accept a dying girls wish and show me your magic." Iris begged rather childishly. He realized she was rather childish herself, although not stupid, just innocent. Her voice was very soft and quiet, as if she were afraid of speaking too loudly.
He listened to her words and wondered what exactly was wrong with her if even the mortals didn't know what it was. He assumed Midgardian's knew almost all of the mortal diseases by now. For some reason a strange worry tugged at his heart when he realized she would indeed die soon. Letting it go as just a strange occurrence, he smirked at her last words. No one ever asked him to do his trickery for enjoyment.
"Very well." He felt the magic on his fingertips and he maneuvered his hands creating a glowing blue like string that came out of his fingertips, swirling like ink in water. He lifted his head slightly to see her reaction and it was the best one he had gotten yet, minus Thor's when he filled his cup with serpents instead of wine. Her eyes were full of innocent wonder and mystery, watching the blue as if it was her lifeline. He swirled it around his finger for a moment before allowing it to stay in mid air by itself.
"Close your eyes." He commanded and she did what he told her. In all honesty he had never been so excited to do magic in his life, he had never met a Midgardian before, only passed them from time to time on visits and he was sure they didn't come as uniquely as her. He leaned forward like a cat and took her wrist softly, more than his whole hand fit around it. He brought her forward, surprisingly enjoying the strange feeling of another's skin, he could almost hear the blood rushing through her. "Open." He said and she opened her eyes.
He blinked once at the blue that was now infront of her face and it transformed into a butterfly with top blue wings and bottom green ones, much like her eyes. It still held the strange glow and fluttered onto her upturned wrist and laid there, suddenly sinking into her skin and remained there looking like a tattoo.
She let out a small giggle as she looked at the butterfly until she toothily at the trickster and suddenly his silver tongue turned to lead and he couldn't let a word out.
"I want to see another one of your tricks, one day." Iris said a little playfully, laughing softly. She couldn't believe that this was real and she was sure she was going to wake up soon enough, but she wanted to enjoy each moment of it. She watched as the tall trickster leaned down, talking her on the nose lightly, his chiseled jaw moving infront of hers, she could feel his breathe on her lips.
"Oh, little Midgardian, you will." He said and he wondered briefly what would have happened in those few seconds if Thor and Odin hadn't stormed in seconds after.
Hi haven't written in a while but here's a new one. Just to clear things up Iris is around 21 years old and Loki is about 24 (physically). This is way before Thor actually starts and this story will morph into what could have happened if someone had appreciated Loki more when he was a little younger. She will also help him deal with of Thor. There will be a twist though and I may end this story early and do an avengers one once we are up to the events of Thor :) please review and let me know if you like the story line.
