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Loki grinned maliciously.
This girl; this mortal, something about her intrigued Loki in ways that sparked his interest. She was indeed interesting to watch, seeing that she still was breathing even when that damned archer shot her down. As dense as the archer seemed, it wasn't surprising to the God of mischief that he never took notice that she was indeed still alive after the arrow imbedded itself into the girl's skull.
Well, to any mortal, it was obvious to them that she would be in fact dead, but Loki noticed that her heart beat, which was rather low, was still there. Her conscious was black, but she was alive nonetheless. He scoffed at the fact that the archer just left her there laying on the ground like that.
Loki watched from his chambers in Asgard down at the girl as she lay there for what seemed like at the most of 15 minutes. She stirred, and Loki noticed that the wound she received in her left shoulder was no longer there, only a hole in her garment to act as a ghostly reminder that there used to be a mortal wound there.
She sat up, seemed to be clearing her thoughts, and noticed the arrow sticking out of her skull.
How is she going to manage to get that blasted thing out? Loki thought. It was wedged in there pretty good. The archer was skilled and Loki noticed this. He had obviously bested her and took her down.
Right before she shot him in the arm with her gun, Loki saw the mischief that ran through the archer's eyes. He dropped the bow, which Loki thought was odd considering he was holding his bow in his left hand when she hit him in his right arm, it barely grazed him. The archer winced slightly at the pain, but paid no attention to it. Dropping his bow, the archer kept his fingers dangerously close to his weapon; itching toward his bow as if waiting for the fair girl.
As soon as she pulled herself out from behind the wall, Loki noticed how she held her head high with confidence that she had won. But no longer than a second when she stood up, she didn't eve stand up all the way when the archer grabbed his bow and shot her in her shoulder, preventing her from moving.
She was a mortal. Then again she is not. Loki was sure that he would, no, he will now exactly what this girl was and how she worked.
Loki watched as a million emotions went through the girl's eyes, but she was more surprised with a bruised ego than anything else. The archer soon walked up to her, bow in hand, and shot her between his eyes.
The archer didn't waste time as the girl fell to his feet as he pulled out a device and started talking to most likely his higher up.
The archer mentioned that he had to kill her, and that we was just planning on leaving her there.
What a fool you are, mortal. Loki frowned. Mortals are just so disappointing at times. He was sure since the archer knew about her ability, that she was still alive. Loki was hoping there would be another fight to watch. But do his dismay, that did not happen and the man walked away from the girl on the ground.
It was clear from the small battle that his white haired mortal was a new target that the girl was obviously a new target to this 'SHIELD' organization. He had heard bits and pieces of the conversation, more focused on his new target instead. But the girl refused to help the organization where the archer was from. So, they either saw her as a threat, wanted to make her on the good side, and tame her. But now that she bluntly refused to bend to their will, they saw her as a threat and nothing else. So, of course, just like the archer showed, they wanted to kill her. But alas, they did not do the job very well. She was very much alive. Oh, yes.
Since, he, Loki, planned on making a visit to the girl, he wanted her to at least be knowledgeable about her Norse mythology. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was approach the girl and her not know anything about him. Everyone should know all there was to know about him. He is the God of mischief! Every mortal, every Asgardian should know who he is, and cower in his presence!
These people would know their place soon enough. Oh, that they would.
The god watched as the girl brought her hand up to touch to arrow sticking out of her forehead, and suddenly winced at the now-known pain in her shoulder.
Guess her shoulder wasn't healed like Loki thought.
She then touched the tip finally and gave a tug, it made her head spin and she almost fell over if it had not been for her arm catching herself from the fall.
She seemed to be cursing mentally. Who wouldn't really?
The green-eyed god had finally watched enough and wanted to end it for now.
Loki smirked to himself after he had cast a small spell on the girl, making her have the sudden interest in learning mythology. That should give her enough time to read up about him before he was able to honor her with his ever-so-loving presence.
The God of mischief then left from watching the albino girl, and headed over to his large bed. He was certain that soon, within a few years tops, that he would find this girl on Midgard.
He had to.
/././././
Mother of fuck!
That sonofabitch! He actually tried to kill her! What the hell? Just because she refused his offer. What bullshit. Utter fucking, bullshit.
Reece winced as she sat up, feeling a rush of blood run through her gaped head. She saw the arrow that that motherfucker, Clint Barton, left in her skull. Now doubt trying to kill her.
Reece smirked. Fucking prick doesn't know what the fuck he's messing with, now does he?
She was going to play hell pulling the metal arrow out between her eyes. How could she be so careless as to drop her guard and let him play her like that? Her of all people! She was the trickster everyone hated. She knew how to best people. She knew how to manipulate others, but ironically, the cards were turned, much to her disfavor, and she was not the one standing tall in the end.
Making her think she had hit him on a spot that gave her an advantage when he 'dropped' his bow. Oh, it was mere child's play. A toddler's trick! And she fell for it like a dumbass! Silently cursing herself, Reece smirked putting aside all of her anger and shame towards herself.
Well played, Mr. Barton, well played indeed.
Reaching up to touch the arrow imbedded into her skull, Reece winced when she felt the sting in her left shoulder. Oh, that's right. He hit her twice. Bruising her ego more than her body. Even though it was healed on the outside doesn't mean it's healed all the way through. She was sure that there was still a hole on the inside of her shoulder where the arrow went directly through.
It was going to be a bitch pulling the damn arrow out. She pulled her hand up again, ignoring the ever-growing pain in her shoulder. Running her fingers along the metal arrow, Reece gave it a small pull, and then wished she had left it alone. No sooner than she done that she got a massive head rush and almost fell back to the could ground if it had not been for her arm to unctuously catch her.
What the hell am I going to do? She had to get out of there, she was damned sure. Picking herself up, arrow still stuck in her skull, and dashed out of the room as fast as her swooning body would allow her.
Reece then got the sudden urge to learn about Norse mythology. Huh, that was random. But nonetheless, she would check it out. When she was interested in something she would do as much research as she possibly can. Then her mind went back to Clint Barton.
This was going to be interesting.
She knew that SHIELD would shit their panties if they knew she was still alive. And she planned on letting them know that soon enough.
Reece was going to get revenge.
She was dead-set on it.
-Three years after Avengers(2012)-
It was the beginning of fall of 2015, where the leaves were changing their colors to various shades of yellows, greens, browns, and reds. The atmosphere was beginning to cool itself off from the harsh summer heat. It wasn't too hot but it wasn't too cold either. Just the was Reece liked it.
Reece was walking back to her house that sat on the outside of New York city. It was away from all of the bitter city folk and blinding bright city lights. A small house it was. No bigger than a small apartment; one bedroom, one bath, and the kitchen and dining room were one, plus a small living room that could've passed for another bedroom smaller than her already small room itself.
It wasn't a bad place though. She knew a few people here and there, and someone just happened to let her rent the place for $215 a month. That, in Reece's book, was not bad at all. And plus, it was far away from the annoying city, Reece held a steady job as a waitress down at a local restaurant called Shawarma. She didn't really make 'big bucks' there but it was enough for her to pay her rent, and buy what items she needed to survive. Which mainly consisted of food and DVD rentals.
Reece didn't have much of a life. But then again, if you were her, you wouldn't want much of a life either. After her incident with Clint Barton and his organization called SHIELD years back, she kept a pretty low profile. Last thing she wanted to do was get in SHIELD's way again. Last time she almost ran into them again was three years ago, when apparently, Loki, a god of Asgard, had came to Earth and most likely tried to take it over. Reece tried her best to get near Loki, seeing that he was a God of mischief in Norse mythology, and she was well-knowledgeable with the Norse myths. But, as much as she tried, she could not get near the god-her idol.
She had taken a real liking to Loki. He was a lot like her; lonely, misunderstood, slightly insane, and mistreated. It made her heart ach knowing that they were so much alike. His family issues made her think of hers.
She never had the best of upbringings. Never felt what it was like to be loved by your parents. Always being the 'black sheep' of the family, just because of her albinism, she never was treated equally; never fairly. Her mother looked at her like she was some form of mutant, and her father just didn't care, he let whatever happen, happen; not being a father at all. Reece actually recalls a memory when she was just about seven years old. It was the middle of the day and Reece came back from playing at the neighbor's house for the evening. That was when everything felt right. Running inside, she planned on telling her parents about Alexandra, the neighbor girl, who was going to have her birthday party, and Reece was invited.
Reece was hardly ever allowed to go out in public. So, she was a sheltered child, and home schooled at that. Reece remembers her mother telling her that there are mean people in the world that won't understand her condition, that they would be very mean to her. That's why she needed to stay home with mommy and daddy.
What a fucking lie.
Reaching her parent's door, Reece heard her mother and father yelling at one another.
"I don't care, Allen!" her mother screamed, " that… that thing is not my child! My children are perfect, and she is far from it! Look at her skin, Allen!" She heard her father growl.
Reece stood outside the door, afraid to move, afraid to speak.
"Look at what you're saying!" Her farther retorted. "That thing is OUR daughter, Christine!" Her mother, Christine let out a laugh that sounded like it was on the bridge of tears and laughter.
"That thing is a monster!"
"That monster is our child, Chris! And whether or not you can see it, she is a little girl, she doesn't need this! Why not just give her over to the adoption clinic and they can take care of her?"\
Adoption?
"No one would want her, Allen," By this time her mother sounded as if she would break at any moment. Much to how Reece felt; it was making her head hurt.
"Shhh, Chris, look," Her father soothed, "she may not be the ideal daughter we wanted, but at least we still have our other beautiful children."
Ouch.
Reece shook her head at the bitter memory. It wasn't long after that her mother started with the experi-
No… she wasn't going there. No now. That memory needed to be burned, sealed away or something. Reece shuddered just thinking about the memory.
After five minutes of conflict with her inner self, Reece let her thoughts drift back to Loki.
About him trying to conquer Earth. Not that I didn't really mind.
She was actually hoping that Loki would gain control over this god forsaken plant. People needed to be put in their place, they needed to be controlled. And this fuck up of a country wasn't making anything better! They needed a good ruler like Loki, Gof of mischief looking over them. As odd as it sounded, it was true.
It made her feel even more rage towards SHIELD when she discovered that they were tracking down Loki. Yes, that's right. She knew all about it. Why do you think she would even dare living so close to New York like this? To keep tabs on the people she swore she would get revenge on. Namely, Clint Barton.
Now her thoughts drifted towards Mr. Barton.
That cocksucker.
Even though it had been years ago, Reece still carried rage for the poor son of a bitch. How could she ever forget how he tried to kill her just because she refused to join SHIELD? It was childish, really. And oh, how he played her like a toy just so he could 'take her down'. Which failed. Much to Reece's disappointment, she was sure she couldn't die. She's attempted suicide so many times, she wasn't sure if she was doing it right or not, but it never worked.
Of course, that was when she was younger. Actually, the last time it had happened was a year before her run-in with Clint Barton.
The sound of an owl brought her back to her sense.
It was then that she realized she was still standing outside.
Reece quickly made her way to her steps and opened her old, rusted door, pushing herself inside.
Like she's said before, her house wasn't large, it was rather small.
Reece walked into her tiny kitchen and let the motion light flicker itself on when she sat her bag and keys on the small rounded table.
Running a finger through her choppy white hair, she realized the time of the night. 9:46 p.m.
Well, fuck.
There goes her night. Reece had planned on finishing up her painting she was making. It was sitting against the wall of the ktichen, paint already dry.
It was a picture of Loki. He was standing in his Asgardian garb, helmet and all. His eyes glared with fierceness, but showed a hint that he was lonely.
Kicking off her boots, Reece walked over to it, and poked it with her toe.
"You'll havta wait til tomorrow, big guy, it's too late an-"
"Oh will I now?" A silky voice replied out of thin air.
Reece felt herself stiffen, and activated her hyperawareness as she listened for a heart beat, breath, or even a stomach growl.
She mustered up all the courage she had to speak, this guy was making her feel smothered.
"What are you doing here?"
She heard his light footsteps as he slowly walked up to her.
Reece felt the hair on her neck stand as the room temperature seemed to drop. She never noticed how badly her breathing was uneven and how she shook.
"Shouldn't your better question be along the lines of 'Who are you?' or 'How did you get in here?' and 'What do you want with me?'," She heard him chuckle lightly.
"You mortals amaze me, you know?" Reece felt his breath on her ear.
She jumped in surprise, but brought her right arm down to her thigh and pulled out her pistol. Turning around and aiming it at her intruder, but something stopped her dead in her tracks.
Light red eyes met his taunting emerald green orbs. He was smirking as the gun was pushed directly at his forehead. Looking down at the girl in pure amusement.
His smirk. That smirk, it's… it's-
"Loki," She whispered.
He cocked his head. "Yes, my lady?"
"It's you, but how? You- you're, you're real?" Reece could not find the right words to express how she was feeling right now. She wasn't sure if it was gratitude or pure fear. Either or, it's not a fantastic combination.
He stood a whole head above her. His long black, midnight hair slicked back in it's usual style. He wore his Asgardian battle armor, but without the helmet. His back was straight, perfect posture. And his hands her clasped behind his back.
He seemed to be looking her up and down, as if looking for some key element that might give away all of her secrets to him. He cocked a perfect eyebrow at her.
"I assure you, my dear, that I will not be harming you,"
Reece realized she was still holding the gun pressed against his forehead. She dropped it immediately and took a few steps back.
"I am sorry, Loki, I mean, my king." She stammered, but nonetheless, got her point across when she knelt down on one knee. Not looking into his eyes, but at his black leather boots.
Loki smiled at her submission.
Oh, this was getting so much more interesting.
He hadn't been in this women's house that long and within mere minutes, she was already at her knees, calling him king.
Yes, it seems that the little spell he placed upon her many years ago seemed to take its toll. It worked, not like it was going to fail though.
Loki paced a bit towards the kneeling girl before him.
"Stand, child, no need for that just yet," She slowly lifted her head, unsure if he was joking or not. Seeing no sign of foolishness, Reece finally stood to her feet, avoiding his intense gaze.
"Look at me, girl, and tell me your name," He demanded, but not in a harsh tone as it might have sounded.
She finally drew her bright eyes up to meet his green depts. "Reece, sir. It's Reece Nilthan."
Loki grinned wider at the girl.
He liked her, oh yes he did.
But he was about to do something daring, something that will end up bringing up the past. Nothing too rough though, but not a pleasant memory at the least.
Eager, Loki spoke bluntly, "I have a proposition for you, my lady."
Reece bristled. What the hell?
Something in her snapped.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" as soon as the words left her mouth, Reece begged for them go come back. She didn't mean to snap like that!
But before she could apologize, Loki had her by the throat, and was dangerously close to her face.
Reece expected a scowl, or for him to smite her. But instead, he was just smirking with insanity.
"Oh, my, my.," He cooed. "Look at you, my love, aren't you the fighter I've seen so much of? I was a bit disappointed when you submitted to me so easily, but then again, it is me. I am a god."
He was right; Loki is a god. And she just probably pissed him off… I think?
My head hurts. I need sleep, so I'm cutting this a bit shorter than I originally intended it to be.
But, alas! It's not the last chapter, so calm your tits dudes.
I'm going to see Dark Shadows tomorrow!
Going to be fun.
I don't know what else to say besides thanks to all of you who alerted/favorites and whatnot! And thank you to my one, dear reviewer!
And in all seriousness, if I don't get more reviews on this story them I'm going to assume it's not worth me continuing. Ergo, I won't complete the story. I assume it's a good story, but I only have two reviewers so far..
That's all folks!
Tibbles.