"Come on, you lot, get a move on!"
The prison camp you and your sister had been sent to a few weeks ealier was hell. It was harder labour, longer hours, and with even less food than the last one. Of course, it was your fault you were kicked out of the last one in the first place; you and your big mouth had to whine about the lack of food. After your sister had chosen to receive the beating for you, they sent you here, a camp where the Bronx, in New York City, had formerly been. You hardly remembered the sound of cars anymore and electricity was altogether scarce. Modern plumbing? Nonexistant in the prison camps.
After Loki, the God of Mischief, had taken over the Stark Tower in what was once Manhattan, New York, and somehow ended up defeating the entire Avengers team, the world had been plunged into chaos. Prison camps were started for people like you and your sister, who had been out in the middle of nowhere when he had taken over. The camp before had been a camp to train one how to become a mindless servant. Your sister, of course, had done exactly what had been told of her. You, on the other hand, ended up attracting trouble no matter what you had done. At the first camp you two were ever at, you had gotten into a fight with someone four years older than you (you were eight at the time), and they ended up setting your bed on fire as you slept. You were kept alive, since it was revealed that the muscles in your legs were not harmed, merely the skin. You walked with the tiniest of limps afterwards, but it was hardly noticeable around people who only thought of not getting hurt by the guards.
Four years later and you and your sister, Ashley, were at your fifth prison camp. This one involved digging long, deep trenches for bodies that come from what was once Stark Tower. You didn't notice for awhile, but when you heard your sister gasp and say something incoherently, you happened to look up. Standing on the upper part of the trench directly in front of you was the "one true ruler" of "Midgard", as he called it. His black leather boots were impeccable, despite the rain and mud; in fact, he was virtually spotless, from his boots all the way up to his slick-backed, raven hair. He was eyeing you with some curiosity and knelt down to your level to look at you. The people surrounding you hurried to kneel, but you were absolutely captivated by his emerald-green eyes. It was almost like they were bearing into your soul; in fact, it wasn't until the camp-guard that was patrolling the area stepped behind you and slammed you to your knees.
"On your knees for your King, little bitch," the camp-guard hissed at you, his ironclad grip forcing your head down into a bow. You hoped that the man you were bowing for would say something, but he didn't. At least, not for a few moments.
"That's enough now, Gregory," he said, almost lazily, and you sighed with relief when the camp-guard removed his hand. You could see from your peripheral vision that your sister was slowly inching her way towards you to see if you were okay. However, she immediately froze when Loki jumped into the trench, right between the two of you. You kept your eyes downcast, but he tilted your chin up to look at him.
"Look at me, little one," he said, almost gently. You raised your eyes, but didn't dare risk looking into his again, so you settled for looking at his lips instead. He studied your face for awhile, saying nothing, but you had the strangest feeling that he could read your mind. Eventually, he let you go, and the camp-guard demanded that everyone get back to work. Loki leapt out of the trench with amazing agility and he and another camp-guard went inside the small stone building where the main office was. The office was the only place in the camp that had a steady amount of electricity running through it (it was what kept the electric fence around the camp running).
"Hey," you hear your sister softly calling to you, but you don't dare look away from your work.
"What?" you call back.
"Are you all right?" Ashley asked you, her voice full of concern.
"I'm fine," you respond back stubbornly, then proceed to ignore her for the next few moments. That is, until she is suddenly yanked out of the trench by a camp-guard.
"Hey!" she screamed, kicking and flailing. "Lemme go!" Her fighting was for naught, however; lack of sleep and food and overworked muscles lost out to a simple maneuver of the camp-guard. However, he didn't seem like he was actually trying to hurt her, which was odd, because the camp guards loved to inflict pain any chance they got. Why was soon found out.
"Hello, little dove," came the King's voice once again. This time, you were ready. You instantly kneeled, but he wasn't paying attention to you; his eyes were solely focused on your sister. You saw him murmur something to her, which had an instant effect: her muscles relaxed slightly and she stopped struggling against the camp-guard's grip. Some words were exchanged that you couldn't hear (a well-placed hit to the ear the day before had caused you to lose some hearing for awhile), but it seemed to make Loki happy, because he had a grin on his face. Your sister, however, appeared to have had her worst nightmares realized: her face was white and she was trembling all over. However, before she was taken away by Loki and the camp-guard, her voice rang out, and to this day, you never forgot it.
"Please," she pleaded. "Let me take my sister, _, with me. If she does, I will come pleasantly and I will never fight against you. She can work for you, or for me, whatever you wish. Just, please, let her be near me."
You never actually heard a 'yes' or a 'no' uttered, but you always assumed it was a 'yes', because you were hauled out of the trench as well and were made to follow Loki and Ashley. Before you were put into a heavily-armed van, your sister gave you a small grin and said, "I told you I would find a way to get us both out of here. Now, do not say a word against anyone, do not fight against anything, and do exactly as they say. If you don't, this was all for naught."