The sounds he had remembered so vividly echoed throughout the old building, the wallpaper that once held red flowers was now a deep disgusting brown tangled with deep purple vines that pulsated. Everywhere small glass insects flew, butterflies and moths of glass danced thoughout the house, their wings made of shattered glass. It looked like they had veins where the broken glass connected, once nicked his face as he ventured through the halls, the cuts glowed a dull green as he healed it.
He stopped at two barely intacted doors, the vines had broken the glass destroying the imagery that was once on it. The sound resonated from inside the room it smelled of musk and flowery perfume, if he closed his eyes he could see the snow and icicles. The sound was saddening as it coursed around his body reminding him of the tears he wanted to shed but this was not the time to get caught up in the past as the beauty of the music held everything together, he opened the doors, their hinges creaking, to the girl bringing the elegant machine to life with her nimble fingers. Many of the small insects perched on the edges of the piano and the many bookshelves that stood like giants in the room, burnt and mold covered books were scattered across the floor. The moonlight danced throughout the room, bits of dust sparkling in the air. The veins that latched onto the house seemed to have started from a mass of tentacle like organisms that pooled at underneath the stool she sat on. She parted her hair in the middle occasionally, pulling the loose strands away from her face, the ebony locks stopped by her tailbone. The blue-hued light gave her an ethereal beauty as she wove music from her instrument, her amber eyes never looking away from the ivory keys. Her lace dress was bunched up at her thighs, revealing her long slender legs, he approached her noticing the music getting louder and more adventurous. He saw her looking out the corner of her eye at his slender defined face and slicked black hair that had began to curl at the ends, wearing a Mid-guardian suit and ornate green scarf. His emerald eyes tranced her body, they reminded her of lush grassy fields during a sunset. She stopped, meeting his gaze as she got up.
"How were you in Asgard?" His face was as smooth as glass but his eyes betrayed it," You're obviously not a normal human." She shrugged, nonchalantly in return.
"I don't know what I am exactly but I wanted to see Asgard and so I did," she retorted, the sides of her lips tugged into a smirk. He stared at her, questioningly.
"What game are you playing at,"he saw her about to talk but she quickly put her hand over if mouth as if about to reveal a secret, she laughed and got up. She made a gesture for him to follow, getting a dirty look in return, already getting on her bad side.
"I'm not going to give you anything, if Im going to get that look," she snapped, her finger pointing at him sighing, "my superior wants to discuss something with you." They walked through another set of glass doors, he noticed a tall dark-skinned bald man wearing black and leather leaning his back against a desk as they entered. Another man came with brown hair and a beard of sorts, his skin bronze, he extended his hand out.
"Name's Tony Stark and this is...Sunshine?" He said, turning to the girl.
"Abigail Grey." She sighed in agitation, her arms crossed. Loki started at the man's hand as he pulled it back
"Yes, Sunshine, well anyway, its really been a pleasure to meet you," he paused, thinking,"Loki, if I'm not mistaken? Also I really hope you don't make to much of a fuss, I'd hate to make you blend with the pavement outside." The asgardian glared and the bald man turned around.
"Stark, don't forget your place in this. If you jeopardize this, you're finished," the man said turning around, his voice was harsh and commanding. The billionaire put his hands up as if surrendering when the bald man walked around the room.
"I'm Nick Fury, now, I will only say this once. One of my agents has decided to that you deserve a second chance and you will stay under their supervision until we decide what to do."
"Who would this be," he asked, perplexed. Fury motioned to Abigail who stood there, patiently.
"Me." The feminine voice next to him showed no amount of hesitation as her eyes turned to him.
"Mr. Laufeyson, if you don't comply with what she says and is offering we will take you into custody." Tony looked more than ready to fight watching Loki and Abigail who stood by Fury, noticing the tension. The Asgardian stared at all of the mortals around him, watching them calculatingly
His green eyes flickered, glowing, as he used his magic to stand in front of the girl, never even moving, he enjoyed the small gasp the escaped her lips.
"You believe I will," he paused thinking,"come quietly? I think that is the mortal saying." He saw something flicker in her eyes, it was anger and something he couldn't find the word for. Without fear, she stepped closer to him, he felt something slap the side of his neck and it kept pressure there until his eye lids felt heavy and his body slipped onto the floor. There was an abundant amount of warmth around him as he thought that small skilled hands hold his head.
