"Loki?" I pulled back. "The god of mischief? Your brother?"
"Yes." He cupped my face in his hands. "Our family, your family have been looking for you for so long."
"Can I meet him?" I looked up at him. "Loki, I mean."
He glanced at Steve. "I think we'll have to ask Nick."
They led me down a hallway into a large open room. There was an enormous window that revealed to me that we were actually in flight. They spoke to a woman sitting at a computer and she said something through a headset.
They told me that all together, they were the Avengers. That included Steve, two men that I had just met named Bruce and Clint, Natasha, Thor, and Tony. Thor explained my request to Nick.
He shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't allow that."
Thor frowned. "And why not? She hasn't exactly had a lavish life here on earth and all she wishes to do is see the man she is supposed to marry."
"I can't allow her to build an emotional bond to a man that she may have to kill soon."
I stood there, frustrated. "Please," I said to Nick. "Just give me five minutes."
He contemplated this for a while and then replied "Alright. Five minutes, but that's it."
I opened the heavy metal door and it made a loud clicking sound. There was a walkway with stairs that led to a round, glass case where a man was being held. He wore an outfit completely made of leather and metal. His long black hair was slicked back. He turned with a sarcastic smile, but it soon faded when his eyes met mine.
"Hello." My voice came in almost a whisper.
He put his slender hand up to the glass. "An Asgardian goddess...what are you doing here?"
I didn't know what to say, so I ignored his question. I lifted up the ends of my dress to step down the stairs. He let out an involuntary gasp at the sight of my tattoos. Still, I looked at the ground until I reached the glass.
"I've only ever known one other person who had tattoos like those." He said. His hand was now trembling. "It's you, isn't it? Trishula."
I nodded and held my hand up to his on the other side of the glass.
Tears began to well up in his eyes. He studied my features the way one would if they hadn't seen a friend in years. Trying to catch up with all the time they missed.
"I remember," he began. "When I was a teenager, just a young boy, I met you. My brother and I had come to see you. You were only a baby, just born. You've grown up so much. You're so beautiful." A tear rolled down his cheek. "How old are you now?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Sixteen." He repeated my words, letting it set in his mind. "And how tragic that now that we finally meet, I'm trapped here as a prisoner. Where did you go? What happened to you?"
"I fell to earth, and I've been trapped here ever since. They held me in prisons, laboratories, mental hospitals. I've lived a life of imprisonment."
It was as though he was just now noticing invisible scars on my face, my body. "I'm so sorry." he whispered. "I wish I could have saved you." His eyes wandered to my concealed wrists. "Didn't you have..?"
I pulled up my sleeves to reveal my glowing tattoos. "Yes." I threw my hand upward and and a blue, sparkly gas floated through the air. It swirled around me and inside, it held my past. It formed itself into pictures of my memories and moved around my body to the floor until the last image was that of me standing here with Loki. He stared at the ground for a few seconds, taking in all that he had just seen. A voice came on over the speakers in the room.
"Trishula," It was Nick. "I never agreed to letting you show him your powers. You will leave at once. There are guards coming now to escort you out."
"No, please Nick! You said five minutes!" I called out to the air but no reply came.
An idea came to me. They would never open this glass case because that would equal to Loki's escape. I ran my hands around the glass, forming a large oval. Loki raised his eyebrows.
"Are you letting me out?" He asked.
"No," I stepped through the oval into the glass case. "I'm letting myself in." I waved my hands around the still glowing portal and it returned the glass to its original state.
Loki pulled me into an embrace. We held each other tightly until several men in uniform burst through the door. I lifted my head from Loki's chest and smiled at them devilishly. They all glared at me, frustrated and unable to do anything.
"You might as well just leave instead of standing there. You're embarrassing yourselves." I said with a smirk.
They left the room, disgruntled and the voice came over the speakers again. "Fine. You can stay there for a while longer. Next time I won't underestimate you."
I felt Loki's chest shake as he laughed at Nick's announcement. His eyes met mine. "I know it sounds impossible at such a time as this. After just meeting you and everything. But..." He rested his forehead against mine. "I love you."
I pulled on the leather collar of his jacket and brought his lips to mine. When I pulled away I whispered breathlessly "I love you too."
"You should go." He said sounding defeated. "You can't stay here forever. You don't want to make enemies out of," he gestured to the speakers "Them."
"Yes," I agreed and opened up a portal on the glass once again. I turned to look at him before I left. I studied his green eyes, tall slim frame, and long slender hands. He took a few steps forward and kissed me again.
"Goodbye."
I nodded. "Goodbye."
I met up with the avengers at the center of this aircraft. Each wore an expression of either confusion, embarrassment, disgust or frustration. There was a large screen a few feet behind them that displayed the room Loki was imprisoned in.
Tony was the first to speak. "So, if Loki was a teenager when he met you as a baby, then isn't he twice your age?" He suppressed a laugh.
"Yes," Thor replied for me. "On earth, Loki would be around thirty years old."
Tony cringed. "Isn't that kind of illegal?"
I looked at the floor, embarrassed. They had seen everything that had just happened.
"I don't want anything like this ever happening again." Nick said simply and left with Natasha and Clint following close behind him.
"How can you say you love him when you practically just met him?" Steve asked, leaning against a desk.
"Well," I started, surprised by his question. "He's my fiance."
"Yeah, but you don't even know what he's like." He frowned. "Do you know that he tried to kill an entire race and is currently attempting to enslave the human race?"
"I..." I spoke only this single syllable. How was I supposed to respond to that?
Thor put a hand up to Steve. "Leave her." he said to him and then turned to me. "Come on, I'll show you to your room."
I lay in the bed, pondering over all that had happened. I squinted at the blank ceiling almost hoping that it would reveal the answer of what I was to do. The man I loved was a murderer. And if I let him out of his imprisonment, the avengers would now be after me. Somewhere inside my heart though, I believed that I could change him.