Okay chapter seven is here, enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters involving the Avengers belong to Marvel, I only own the OC's present in this story.


Night soon fell upon the warehouse, alerting the workers to the end of yet another long work day. One by one, they left the warehouse, leaving Loki and Aviana to remain unseen and heard by any living thing.

Loki held his breath and listened for a minute, a smile soon creeping on his face for not a sound was heard.

Suddenly, a loud and powerful crash came from the front door of the warehouse, causing the building the shake and Loki to jump. The infant in Loki's arms abruptly awoke from her slumber and began to wail loudly, terrified by the sound. Loki frowned and stood up, summoning the scepter into his hand. He turned back to the spot he had sat for hours and bent down towards it, placing the screaming Aviana carefully on the ground. He stroked her cheek once before standing up straight and walking out of the room.

He closed the door behind him and looked towards the front door of the warehouse. There, surrounded by bits of broken door, was a furious looking Luciana.

She glared at him as a purple light was emitted from her hands.

"How. Could. You?" She growled at him, her teeth clenched as she restrained herself from blowing off his head.

"It was quite simple really," He said chuckling as he walked towards his wife. "I wanted something, and our wonderful daughter was the key to get it."

"You pathetic little-"

"Now, now, let's not use that sort of language," He cut her off, grabbing her waist and pulling her close to him. "I assume you've come to accept my offer?"

She looked at him, and a sarcastic smile found its way to her face. "No, I've come for my daughter, and I plan to make sure she comes home with me. Her mother."

Without warning, she put a hand on his chest and a purple light shone bright before Loki was violently blown back ten feet, crashing into crates as he landed.

"Where is she?" Luciana yelled darting her head in every direction, searching for her child.

Loki laid there for a moment, dazed at the sudden painful impact. Gathering his strength he sat up with a grunt, then slowly picked himself off the ground, his bones aching horribly as he moved.

"You won't be seeing her again until you agree to our deal." He said brushing the bits of broken wood off of his armour and picking up his scepter.

Luciana scowled and opened her mouth to speak, when a loud wailing cut her off, making Loki inwardly groan. She looked towards the room where her daughter was held and smiled smugly. She quickly began walking towards the door and Loki grew desperate. He had to make sure she agreed to his offer, she had to be his again.

He pointed his scepter towards her and a blue light shot out, quickly sailing towards her.

She had seen the light coming in the corner of her eye but was too late to block it, and it hit her in the arm causing her to fall to the ground.

She gasped at the pain and glared up at Loki, who was now standing above her.

"I apologize for that, dear, but I had to do what was necessary." He said kneeling down beside her.

"That was necessary?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"Well, yes." Was his reply.

She brought her hand up and a purple light flew from it and towards Loki, but he had seen it coming and blocked it with his scepter, making it rebound onto her.

A painful jolt went through her as her own enchantment came at her, and she groaned in pain.

"Darling," He sighed. "Don't try to put up a fight; it's not worth you hurting yourself." He then put a cold hand up to her cheek.

She scowled at him and brought her fist up to his nose, resulting in a shocked cry of pain from him. As he held his nose and staggered backwards, she stood up from the ground and gathered more magical energy into her hands. She then threw a ball of light towards him and he fell backwards, still clutching his nose.

He sat up and looked at her, fury in his eyes as he wiped away a trickle of blood from his nose. He then pointed the scepter at her and another blue light shot out, heading straight towards her. She brought her arm up and blocked the powerful blast reflecting it towards a pile of crates, which were soon blown to pieces with a loud explosion.

Luciana used the momentary distraction to run towards the door but was stopped short by Loki's scepter being placed over her stomach and pinning her to Loki's chest.

"I've already told you," He hissed in her ear, pinning her tighter to his chest. "If you want to see Aviana again, you have to accept my offer and be rightfully mine."

"Never!"

Loki sneered and violently turned her around, placing the scepter over her back and tightly pinning her to him. That was not the answer he wanted.

"What is so wrong about being my wife? What possible reason is there for you not to love me? I'm offering you everything!" He yelled at her, his angry blue eyes staring into her frightened grey ones.

"Give me one good reason as to why you don't love me!" He demanded.

"You're a monster! You kill the innocent! You're violent! I could give you a million damn reasons as to why I don't love you!" She yelled back at him, violently pushing him away from her. "I hate you! I hate you and everything you've become! You're a monster! You're a horrible monster that kills innocent people, abducts children, and breaks promises! All you do is hurt people and I don't want anything to do with that!" She screamed.

"I am not accepting your offer, and I'm not letting you take my daughter. Do you really think I'm going to let her stay with a monster like you?" She spat, venom dripping from her tongue.

Loki could only stand there in shock. She had never yelled like that before, or at least not to him. He had never seen her so angry, and as she stood there, glaring daggers into him, he could see his perfect plan slowly unraveling.

They stood there for a few moments, simply staring at the other, the only sound being the loud wailing of young Aviana. Finally, Luciana walked towards the door prepared to calm her infant child and take her home.

Loki had a choice. He could let Luciana and Aviana go without any fuss, or he could fight Luciana and try to show her how much she truly meant to him.

Swiftly, he moved in front of the door and stopped Luciana, who glared at Loki as purple light began to glow from her clenched fists.

He shook his head. "She's not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere."

He cast a protection barrier around the room, and reluctantly raised his scepter towards her chest. He never planned on taking her under his control, he knew how much she hated having her father and mother control her every move on Asgard, but he had begun to consider it when she refused to stay with him, and now he had to do it.

Just before it reached her chest she stopped it with her hand, which was clutching the blade tightly. Luciana bit her lip to keep from crying out it pain. The blade was sharp and she could see her blood trickling down the blade of the scepter. She pushed the scepter away from her and backed away from Loki, unsure of what her next move would be.

He was blocking the door, and if he wanted to he could fatally wound her, simply by letting the blade cut her leg. She was desperate. She had to get to her daughter but she couldn't just stand by Loki while he went through his wicked plan of world domination. She couldn't have her daughter around Loki's insanity; it was much too traumatizing for such a young child.

After a moment of silence, she took a shaky breath and shot a beam of light at Loki, who reflected it and shot his own at her, a furious, insane look in his eye.

And so it began. Husband and wife fighting each other using every bit of strength and magic they had, the both of them furious at the other. She gathered her magical energy and shot beams of light at Loki, who reflected many with his magic and soon began shooting light beams back at her, moving away from the door as he did so. The both of them blocked and reflected many of the others shots, but occasionally got hit and were painfully flown back, only to get up and continue their battle.

The reflected beams would often hit various parts of the warehouse, causing explosions and the room to shake, but the two kept on fighting, their daughter's cries drowned out by the blasts.


In just a few hours, the warehouse was in shambles. Crates and equipment were destroyed, leaving debris everywhere, and the windows were smashed, the glass lying sharp on the floor. Some places of the warehouse had caught flame, and smoke filled the air rapidly as the fire spread and light fixtures fell to the ground, joining what remained of the first floor.

The only place untouched by the violent scene was the room where Loki had placed a powerful protection spell on and where Aviana laid terrified and screaming.

Luciana and Loki continued to throw powerful blasts at each other, both determined to get what they wanted. Luciana wanted freedom; Loki wanted her, two very different and conflicting wishes.

Their battle moved to the second storey platform of the burning warehouse, the both of them weary but determined to defeat the other.

It had been an unspoken agreement between them, that whoever won this battle would have what they so desperately wanted.

Loki shot a blue beam of light at Luciana, who reflected it back towards him, hitting him square in the chest, and throwing him backwards. He quickly got up and shot many more beams at her, many being reflected or blocked by the woman. One hit her in the leg and made her fall to the floor in pain. She scowled and quickly shot a beam of light at the now standing Loki.

Loki reflected the light and it flew towards the wall on the other side of the warehouse. It then bounced off the wall and headed straight for the wooden columns holding up the platform where Loki and Luciana were. A loud crash crack was heard as the light hit the column, and the platform shook violently. Another cracking sound was soon heard, and before long, the platform loudly collapsed, sending Loki and Luciana tumbling onto the floor below.

Luciana covered her head with her arms as she heard cracking and crashing all around her, praying nothing would fall on her. She listened as the crashes finally ceased, leaving the loud crackling fire and the faint sound of the fire alarm the only sounds heard. Luciana removed her arms from her head and looked around, black smoke and the faint outlines of debris was all she saw around her.

She slowly, and painfully, picked herself off the ground and limped to hide behind debris, desperately trying to catch her breath. She was covered in black soot and her Asgardian attire had been burnt and ripped, the crown Loki had given her now lost. She also realized she had cut her leg and twisted her ankle when the second storey platform collapsed.

Luciana coughed and wheezed as the thick blanket of smoke poisoned the air around her. She knew this had to stop, she was getting weaker and weaker by the second, and she could only think of her sweet little Aviana, who was trapped in a room with no escape.

She brought what was left of her tattered dress to her face, trying desperately to keep the smoke out. She had to get to Aviana, she had to. She didn't care if Loki caught her, she didn't care if he forced her to do anything anymore, she just needed to save her child before it was too late.

She painfully stood up, her face still covered by her tattered dress, and gasped as she put pressure on her injured leg. She limped through the thick smoke, unable to see anything as she desperately searched for the door. The smoke soon cast illusions around her, making her see creatures and terrifying images as she wandered blindly through billowing blackness. She stumbled over debris as she coughed, her lungs pleading for air but her heart urged her to look for her daughter.

She soon bumped into something that felt like a wall and her heart leapt. Was this the door? She felt around for the doorknob and nearly screamed when she felt her fingers touch the warm metal of the doorknob. She felt the magical energy presence and remembered the protection enchantment Loki had placed on it. She inwardly thanked him and quickly opened the door and rushed in, closing it behind her as fast as she could.

She took in a deep breath of clean air as she heard the sound of her baby screaming. She followed the wailing and found herself behind some crates where a moving green bundle was placed on the floor with a ball of light floating above it. She painfully sat down on the floor and put the bundle in her arms, relieved tears welling up in her eyes.

"Hello there, sweetie," She said softly her crying child. "It's alright, shh. It's okay, mummy's here."

Her voice soothed the child, whose loud wails turned into whimpering as she looked up at the familiar and calming face of her mother.

Luciana smiled at her daughter, stroking her cheek.

"Now, let's get you out of here."


Sorry for the bad ending for the chapter. I've seemed to have forgotten how to do cliffhangers so I'm trying to read my old chapters and remember, this chapter was the result.

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