Disclaimer: I do not own Loki or any of the Marvel Universe.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me, standing next to my bed. The very god I just had a dream about: Loki. I sit up suddenly, surprised, clutching my blankets to my chest. My heart pounds in anxiety. How is he here? What is going on?
He smirks, amused at my reaction. "Hello Cameron." I can't reply, I'm too shocked. How does he know my name? "Oh Cameron, you know I'm not really here." He says - no- answers my thoughts. I feel my heartbeat quicken even more. He can read minds!?
"You're just appearing to me in an illusion." I reply slowly once I regain my voice. I try to calm my heart. So he can read minds, it's no big deal, this could be another dream. Just a dream.
He chuckles. "So you have done some research on me then."
Who wouldn't have done research? Especially after New York... Ignoring the hammering of my heart, there's really no hope for it now, I quickly get out of bed, trying to act casually. "So... why are you here?" I ask, looking up at him. I thought he was supposed to be locked up in Asgard, far away from Earth.
He looks down at me, meeting my gaze. "You are a member of my army, correct?"
"Yes..." I reply hesitantly. I had just joined. It may have been just clicking join for a facebook group someone random had started... but I guess this means it still counted. I didn't know Loki had a facebook. The image of him posting statuses during the Battle Of New York pops into my head. 'Just got beat up by the Hulk. Ouch.' I resist the urge to smile and instead nod. "Yes." I reply more firmly. "I am apart of your army." After everything that happened to him, it seemed unfair to not be on his side. Even if he did destroy New York.
He smiles, glad. "How would you like to move up in rank?" He asks. "It's nothing much of course, but you are not physically strong, and this would be better for both you and I."
Although my blood boils when he says I'm not strong, I push it aside. I am strong. Just not in the way he thinks. And also, why not? This is just another dream, after all. I kneel before him. "Of course, my king, I accept."
"Good." He says, then darkness surrounds me, and I pass out.
I wake up leaning against something. I open my eyes, and see that I'm in a round cell made entirely of glass. I get up, looking around. Outside of the cell, everything is dark. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bright flash of green. I turn towards it, expecting someone to come in and explain what was going on, only to come face to face with a familiar-looking outfit. I jump back, surprised, and look up. Loki. I glare at him. Why does he have to be so tall!
"I see you're finally awake." He comments, smirking.
"Where am I? What's going on?" I ask forcefully. I don't care if he's suddenly my king, it would be nice to know something before I start moving up in rank.
"You agreed to be moved up in rank, Cameron." Loki answers, becoming serious. "And now you're coming to Asgard with me."
"What?!" I cry, "Asgard!?" I can't go to Asgard! Even if this is a dream! I grab a fistful of my shirt, resisting the urge to tell him so. He is my new king, after all.
"Yes," he continues calmly, completely ignoring me. "You're going to be my servant."
I black out again.
I hear voices murmuring and open my eyes, then immediately slam them shut, panic rushing through me. This can't be happening. I can't actually be in Asgard. Dreams never last this long.
"It must have made you tired, traveling in the bifrost so suddenly." A voice says in front of me.
I reopen my eyes to see Heimdall crouching in front of me, a tall figure behind him. "Where am I?" I ask, my voice weak. I sit up, feeling dizzy. Really dizzy. I fight to keep from collapsing back onto the floor.
Heimdall stands and turns to the figure behind him. "Your father is not going to be pleased about this."
"He's not my father." The figure snaps, stepping forward towards me. It's Loki; real and in the flesh. I gulp. This doesn't seem so much like a dream anymore. Dreams aren't this real. "Cameron, you're in Asgard." He answers me.
I rise so suddenly the world darkens. Loki, sensing what's happening, steps forward and steadies me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "We must go." he says.
"Go where?" I ask, a bit dazed.
"Into the city." He replies, giving no explanation.
"Um.. okay." I say, nodding. However, the dizziness is not going away.
"Perhaps we should just walk." Loki says, noticing how much I'm leaning into him. I nod, grateful. I don't know if I could even get on a horse right now, much less ride one.
After saying our farewells to Heimdall, we start down the long walk towards Asgard. As we get closer, I see the brilliance of it. I smile. "It's so beautiful." I say, in awe.
Loki smiles, pleased. "Wait until you see it up close." He starts to walk faster and I hurry to catch up, but then I trip and fall. He swiftly grabs my arm, stopping me from landing hard onto the bridge.
I smile at him shyly. "Thank you."
He sighs as I get steady again. "This is not going to work." He comments, then he squeezes my arm tighter.
"What are you.." I start to ask, but then a tingling feeling envelops me. Next thing I know, we're in a beautifully furnished bedroom. I gasp for breath, surprised. Did we just teleport?
Loki lets go of my arm and gestures around the room. "Welcome to my quarters."
I regain my breath and look around. It's amazing. I desperately wish my room was like this. Everything fits perfectly, a huge bed sits against one wall, and there are shelves everywhere full of books. I smile. At least our rooms are the same with books. I trail my hand along some of the covers. Nothing is recognizable to me, but Loki must love these books. They're all worn out from constant usage.
Loki walks over to a door set into the wall, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look up at him. "This is where you will be staying." He says, opening the door.
I go through the door, expecting a dirty broom closet or something, and gasp, covering my smile with my hands. It's basically a mirror of his room, but much smaller.
He smiles, pleased at my reaction. "As you are from Midgard, you get better accommodations than other servants." My mind sharpens; all of my dizziness quickly gone. I'm to be his servant. I had completely forgotten.
He tsks, looking me up and down. "We must get you something else to wear." I immediately look down. I'm still in shorts and a t-shirt.
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I ask indignantly. I cross my arms.
He chuckles. "You stick out way too much." He comes into my room and opens a closet. I peek inside to see seven identical knee-length white dresses. He pulls one of them out of the closet. "This will do." He hands it to me. "I'll give you some privacy." He strolls out and closes the door behind him.
I study the dress. It's made of something similar to silk, and it has gold thread sewn into the collar. I slip it on. Surprisingly, it fits perfectly. Almost all of my dresses need to be adjusted in some way. I look in the mirror, and reality hits me. This is actually happening. This is not a dream. I'm really here on Asgard. And now, I look like I'm meant to be here. I can't believe it. I smile, then shake my head and go into Loki's room.
He's leaning against the wall, waiting for me. He looks me up and down when I enter. "You look beautiful." He says.
I blush, looking down at the floor. "Thank you."
There's a small knock on the door. "Come in." Loki says, straightening up. A girl in a white dress slips in and closes the door behind her.
I study her dress. It's similar to mine, except plainer. Is she a servant? I bite my lip, wondering. Why am I here if he already has a servant?
"You asked to see me sir?" The girl asks timidly.
"Yes, I would like you to bring Cameron to training." Loki says curtly.
"Of course sir." She says, then curtsies. "I'll wait right outside." She hurries out.
As soon as she's gone, Loki turns to me. "In training, you're going to learn how to be a servant to me." He says. I nod to show I'm listening. He goes on. "You will also learn how to treat your betters, but since you are Midgardian, that will be different for you. You are the better of the rest of the servants of Asgard."
I must look nervous, because he places a hand on my shoulder. The weight and warmth of it makes me meet his gaze. His eyes are bright, and unconcerned. I feel myself relax. "You're going to do fine." He says softly. I nod, and he turns me around, gently nudging me towards the door.
I look back right before I go out, but he's no longer there. He must have teleported away. I sigh, and open the door, slipping out into the hallway.