Chapter one
Emily opened her eyes and found herself laying down on a large bed.
The room was blurry. She blinked a few times and the room came into focus.
It wasn't her room. She jumped up.
She couldn't stand upright. Instead she crawled around on her hands and knees. When she got to the edge of the bed, she went to climb off.
She fell and landed on the floor with a squeak. She sat up and rubbed her throbbing head.
She moved her hand down and stopped. Her hand had been replaced by a brown paw. She moved it around.
Spreading the toes, she started to freak out.
No way. This can't be happening.
Emily got up and wobbled over to a mirror.
Her eyes widened at the look of her reflection.
Staring back at her was a brown cat with hazel eyes.
Emily moved a hand…paw forward and tapped the glass. She sat on her hind legs and put her front paws on either side of her face and yowled out.
I can't be a cat! I am a human! There is no way this can be real!
She flopped onto the ground and buried her face into the carpet.
A chuckle sounded, causing Emily to look up.
A man stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He had black hair that almost reached to his shoulders and was brushed back. He wore a simple green shirt and a pair of black pants. His feet were bare.
"It's good to see you up and about," he said, in a low voice. Emily slowly sat up and stared at him.
Who are you? What's going on?
The man smiled.
"You must be hungry. Let's get you something to eat."
The man walked out of the room and turned back to her. Almost as if he was expecting her to follow him.
Emily decided to humour him for a little bit and followed.
The man led her down a hallway and into a large open kitchen/lounge room.
Everything seemed large, since she was in such a small body now. The man went over to the kitchen and disappeared behind the bench. Emily couldn't see him.
She wandered around, looking at everything.
The entire floor was clean, save for a few shirts here and there that looked as if they were too large for the thin man in the kitchen.
A loud clatter sounded and Emily jumped. She whirled around to find that the man had dropped a metal spoon on the tiles.
An amused look was on his face.
"Sorry, little one," he said, with a charming smirk.
Emily narrowed her eyes.
Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.
The man picked up the bowl from the benchtop and walked over to Emily. He squatted down and placed the bowl in front of her.
Emily peered into the bowl and tilted her head slightly. It looked as if it was tuna.
She leaned forward and sniffed. It smelt fine.
Gently, she took a small piece in her teeth and chewed on it.
Upon swallowing, she felt her stomach rumble.
She brought her head down and started wolfing down the food in the bowl.
The man gave another chuckle. His voice deep.
He reached out a hand and stroked Emily's back.
"I thought so," he said, "Eat up. You need your strength."
He stood up and went back over to the kitchen.
Emily got back to her paws. She knew she had to get out.
She made her way down the hallway and stopped at a set of elevator doors. She looked up and saw the button that needed to be pressed.
It was up to high for her to be able to reach. She breathed out in a silent sigh.
Emily was about to leave, when the doors started to open.
With a feeling of joy, she bounced into it.
That feeling was short lived, however, when she was picked up and held at arm's length; facing a well-muscled man with blonde hair. A large, toothy grin was on his face.
"Hello!" he boomed out. His voice hurting Emily's ears. "Where did you come from?!"
He stepped out of the elevator and carried Emily back towards the black haired man.
The blonde haired man shifted her so that he was carrying her close to his chest with one arm.
"Loki!" the blonde haired man said, "Brother! Look what I found!"
The black haired man, Loki, turned around. A scowl was on his face.
Emily looked at him curiously. He seemed much happier when he was alone.
"What are you doing with her?" Loki snarled out.
"She tried to enter the moving box. I brought her back here."
His grip started to tighten. Emily struggled and freed herself.
She fell and landed on her paws.
Emily dashed off to go stand behind Loki. He looked smug at how she chose to be near him rather than his brother.
Emily peered out from behind Loki's leg. The blonde haired man pouted, reminding her of a puppy that had just been scolded.
It made her feel a little guilty. Before she could do anything about it, the man was back to his regular self.
It stumped her. Emily thought for sure that he would be pouting for the rest of the day.
"Where did you find the cat?" the blonde haired man asked.
"She was in the street outside the tower. She could barely walk on her own and looked as if she was going to die soon. If I hadn't taken her, she wouldn't have lasted this long."
The blonde haired man smiled warmly.
"It's good to see that you are still compassionate."
Loki turned a cold gaze at him.
"You assume too much, Thor."
The two went silent.
Emily looked back and forth between them. It was then that it clicked.
She knew them…well at least knew of them.
Thor was part of the Avengers that fought against Loki a year ago, when he tried to take over the city.
Emily looked up at the black haired god with surprise. What on earth was he doing back in the city?
She stepped away and slunk over to the table; laying down underneath a chair.
"Brother, what do we wish to eat tonight?" Thor asked.
Loki shrugged.
"I don't particularly care," he replied, "Just order some take out."
Thor gave a nod.
"I will be back when the food arrives."
Thor left and took the elevator back down.
Loki gave a sigh and walked over to the couch. He collapsed onto it; laying down. He placed an arm over his eyes.
Emily stood up and moved over to the couch. She looked up at him.
He had one leg stretched out and the other bent underneath it. He looked somewhat peaceful.
Loki shifted his green gaze down to Emily. He reached out one hand and picked her up by the scruff of her neck. He set her down on his chest.
He ran a hand along her back; patting her.
Pleasure ran along her spine.
"I am not fond of Thor," he admitted, "Not since he was named heir to the throne of Asgard."
Emily tilted her head a little. She could detect sadness in his voice.
She felt a pang of empathy and snuggled her face into his hand. Loki looked into her eyes and gave a small smile.
He rubbed a thumb over her cheek.
"Thank you," he said.