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"Rorianna," he whispered in her ear lightly and her eyes opened slowly, disoriented.
"Loki?" she had forgotten where she was. Realization, she jumped away from him, hitting her head on the glass. She had been very much asleep. "Ow."
Loki had an expression half amused half concerned. "Didn't mean to startle the Princess."
Roria rubbed her head and rolled her eyes. "What do you want that needed such an early wake-up call?"
After assessing that she was indeed alright, Loki's face turned neutral once more. "Actually, it's afternoon already."
Roria looked up at him in surprise. "It can't be. I've only—"
"Time works differently on earth," he reminded her with a chuckle. "Obviously you should know that. You've been on earth, what…three months or so? You are about the same age as your own—"
"Yeah, I get it," she snapped and realized something about him was different. She wiped her sleepy eyes and leaned against the glass. But it was hard to think with her head still throbbing lightly. She stared at him for a moment. "You look tired too."
Loki raised an eyebrow and looked down at her. "No need to be concerned, just a busy night."
"I wasn't concerned," she shrugged her shoulders. "I was thinking actually, since you really have no use for me and don't really want to kill me maybe you could let me go?"
He scoffed loudly and then stepped towards the door again. "But I do enjoy having you as a guest."
Roria's stomach growled lightly.
Loki turned to face her again. "Hungry? Do you have an answer yet?"
Roria smirked. "Nothing."
"No answer?" he teased.
She glared at him but bit back a chuckle. "The answer is 'nothing' Loki."
He sighed dramatically but grinned. "I suppose a deal is a deal." He signaled the guard to open the glass door and left her alone again.
Roria stared around the room. All she could see were two ways. Loki disappeared through one and guards always entered from the other.
He came back with a large tray. An array of foods could be seen on top of it. He stepped back into the glass cage, and set the tray on the ground. Then he sat across from Roria and picked up a cylinder metal object. He pushed down on the tab and handed her one of the pop cans. She stared at it for a moment, not sure what to do with it.
He pulled his to his lips and drank a small amount so she did the same. "Whoa," she whispered and stared at the colorful container. "Coke?"
Loki shrugged his shoulders and reached for a sandwich. Roria cautiously took one as well, eyeing him. It was like a picnic, sitting there on the ground, eating away.
Soon they were both relaxed, talking of memories and even letting out a few laughs. The back of Roria's mind was telling her that she ought to be cautious around him but she didn't care. For this moment right here and now, she felt like old times.
Loki didn't mind talking with her. In truth, being on earth was rather boring. All the guards were idiots in all honesty. But Roria, well she was an intelligent girl, quick witted, and with a sense of humor. She, dare he say it, mesmerized him in some instances. But he didn't trust her. He was sure she was planning some sort of escape.
And she didn't trust Loki farther than she could throw him, which without her tiara, wasn't very far.
Back with the Avengers...
"Can I talk to you?" Steve said, pulling her arm lightly away from where the others were busy talking. He'd known the girl only a week.
"I—well-yes," she said after a moment.
Steve stared at the girl and the more he did so, the more he saw a resemblance to Peggy. She was definitely her daughter. "Your mom, did she—I mean was she ever—tell you that…uhhh."
"Steve," she stopped him and took a step back from him. "If you're trying to ask if you're my father….yeah, you are."
Steve stared at her in disbelief and possible excitement. But it couldn't be true. "No, I was in the ice for a long time. You'd be much older…."
"Time works differently in Morilia. As it does in Asguard and many planets. My mother was on earth for six years but when she came home, it was like she'd been gone for…a few months. But our nights and days are longer."
"So you're…my…." Steve couldn't say it instead he switched his heading. "Your mom, is she—"
But Roria cut him off. "Died soon after my brother was born. She died of childbirth."
"You have a little brother?" Steve managed to say with no stutter. "So she found another dance partner. I guess I'm glad, I wouldn't want her to…"
"No," Roria said. "She didn't really love him. After you were…dead. She got married for the good of her kingdom. She didn't love him but he was a kind man who was good to her. Jerrisia is my half brother. He is the King of my planet. The crown would have been Lillianna, my oldest sister…but she..."
"Older sister?" Steve asked.
"Right, well, Lillianna wasn't really my sister," Roria amended. "My cousin, but when her father died and mother took over as, she adopted Lillianna more or less…"
"So Peggy was a…queen?" he asked. He leaned against the wall as if this was too much for him.
"Yeah," She smiled at him. "But her real name was Peglianna, a very Morilian name. Still, I think she preferred Peggy better."
Steve wasn't sure if she meant that Peggy preferred that name better or earth but he found himself lost. "I'm sorry. I'm going to need some time."
"We can talk when you're ready," Roria promised. "If you want to."
Steve nodded, "Thank you Rorianna."
Steve was worried, his insides clenched up.
"Don't worry," Tony told him with a pat on the shoulder. "We'll find her."
"What if there isn't anything left to find?" Steve asked softly. He looked at the ground in despair.
Thor stood and walked over to him. "Loki wouldn't kill her, of this I am sure," he said in a booming voice. "Roria was once a good friend of Loki's. Perhaps that is why he had kidnapped her, so he wouldn't have to fight her."
"I don't think Loki's worried about being sentimental," Tony said but then suddenly changed his mind, "Unless he also felt a connection to her. She is not fully Morillian, right? So she understands not fitting in with her people."
Steve looked up. "My daughter is nothing like him!"
Tony flinched. "Sorry," he said in a small voice.
"No," Thor stood. "Loki and Roria were always very alike. Best friends one might have called them. Loki isn't evil, he's just…"
"Lost," Bruce finished and they all went silent.
"So, what does a guy have to do to get a beautiful girl like you to make him a cup of coffee?" Tony asked with a slick grin.
"Even if I knew what that was," Roria said from the newspaper she was studying with a keen interest. "I wouldn't do it."
Tony let out a chuckle and got up. "You want a cup of hot jo Bruce?"
"No thanks," Bruce called over from his breakfast.
"Thor?"
"Yes please!" The god grinned at the recollection of coffee.
"Natasha? Clint?"
Neither of them replied but Tony took the silence as a no.
"What about you gorgeous?" Tony asked Roria.
"No," she said absentmindedly.
"Alright, Cap?" Tony turned to see a stone faced Steve.
"No thanks," Steve fumed. "And stop flirting with my d—with Roria!" He spoke through clenched teeth.
Silence and everyone stared open jawed.
Roria looked up and smiled at Steve. "It's okay Dad," she laughed, "Don't rip his head off."
Tony put his hands up in surrender and shuffled himself around Steve. "Okay, okay. No more talking to the drop-dead-gorgeous-alien-babe. Got it!" he mocked saluted and then ran like hell.
"We'll save her," Tony promised his friend. "She's going to be just fine."
Captain America looked down at his hands and sighed. "I hope so Tony," he said softly. "She's all I got."
Tada! Kind of...well let me know what you think! Gracias!
