Loki rolled over in the early morning. Freya's heavenly scent lingered on the pillow…
He shot up in bed. An empty bed, he looked around the empty room. His rage boiling and leaving him quaking.
She's gone.
He leapt from the bed and raced to the door. He investigated the lock. Picked. "Cleaver girl," he cooed as he retrieved one of her bobby pins from the floor.
He bent the pin in his hand. He would find her, his Queen. Come hell or high water. He would find her.
"Freya!" He bellowed slamming his fist into the door. It wasn't enough. He turned his rage onto the bed smashing it to splinters.
He grabbed the shredded sheets brought them to his face memorizing that enticing scent. He would find her and she would pay.
Freya made it to the street her apartment was located on. She ducked into an alley way and watched the black suited men enter her apartment and leave with her stuff. There were three black vans parked out front with S.H.E.I.L.D painted on the side.
She was afraid they would be here. Luckily she had duffle bag filled with clothes, hygiene supplies and money stashed away in a locker at a local gym.
The local gym, Top Bod was just a hop and skip away from her apartment. She had signed up for a full membership with cash and an alias. She worked out every Monday, Wednesday and Friday: first with a basic workout, then the kick boxing class and once a month the self defense class.
The majority of the other patrons gave her a wide berth and privacy. She had over heard once in the showers two women gossiping that she was on the run from an abusive husband.
O what little did they know.
Her bag was undisturbed in the locker when she retrieved them. She slipped into one of the bathroom stalls. She was still in her gown from the opera. She ripped it off and shoved it behind the toilet and redressed in casual jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
She slicked her hair back into a bun and pulled a blonde shag wig from the bag. She had left her heels with Loki but she had a pair of light tennis shoes in the bag. There were false papers for her as well. She would use them to get where ever she could then she would replace them.
Freya flipped the bag over her back and exited. She took a few seconds in the mirror to double check her clothes and wig. Her look screamed college grad on vacation.
Turning to leave, she almost ran into a woman at the door. The woman looked over Freya and whispered, "Run honey and God be with you."
Freya smiled, "Which one?"
The I.D. fooled the cashier at the train station. She boarded the first train leaving New York and took a window seat.
Freya had been running for a long time. She believed anyone would run from an arranged marriage. Who could blame her? She would miss New York. She had enjoyed the mixing pot of cultures; the music, theatre, and fashion. It was the closest she had felt to having a home since she had run away from Vanahiem.
She sipped her French Vanilla Coffee as the buildings whizzed by. She let her eyes flutter shut for a second to the rocking of the train, the busy chatter of other passengers and what sounded like the clunking of someone's luggage.
Her eyes snapped open as Tony Stark took a seat in front of her.
"Well," he said looking her over. "You look good for a captive."
He was dressed in one of his million dollar tailored suits, looking completely out of place on the train. A red headed woman sat next to him dressed in jeans and a leather coat.
How the hell did they find me so fast? If they could find her so fast then he could too. "I'm sorry but you're Tony Stark! Why are you riding the train? Don't you have that suit?"
The red head smirked but Tony didn't seem humored. "Yah that's cute. Look honey what I want to know is how you escaped Loki."
"Who's Loki?" She couldn't run. She won't get far with Stark on her ass and the red head she doubted was arm candy. Her only choice was to bluff and she would bluff and play the dumb blonde till she was blue in the face.
The red head spoke now, "Are you collaborating with him?"
Great. That's just what she needed, to be on S.H.E.I.L.D's radar for the rest of her stay on Midgard. And I had hoped my stay might someday be permanent. "No, he just let me go."
Tony snorted, "Yah right princess. Look this is how it goes—you tell us where he is and you live your life on twenty four hour surveillance the rest of your life."
Freya looked at the red headed woman, "Who are you? The latest squeeze?"
Tony rolled his eyes, but the red head smiled, "Natasha Romanoff. I work for S.H.E.I.L.D."
Freya sighed and threw her head back into her seat. She wasn't going anywhere with these people thinking she was some criminal. There was someone that would vouch for her but it ran the risk that he would return her to Vanahiem. She was screwed either way. "I escaped. I know you don't believe me so I will willingly go with you to S.H.E.I.L.D. Contact Thor, he knows me and will vouch for me."