Holy crap that is a fast update! I wasn't expecting it to come this fast so don't be expecting them to continue like this. When the mood hits me I will write like there is no tomorrow. Anyway, like I said before their is a little back story and I don't care much for writing them. Even though they are needed I will not be doing that often. Enjoy, this will be filled with a lot of them feels, be prepared.
I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. The man..., the god I thought I knew had attacked New York. Had killed thousands of lives and has left me empty and alone for years. Loki, the God of Mischief, my mentor and every other name he has obtained. It was now thrown out the window. Tony had tried to calm me down but even Iron Man couldn't stop the torturous memories that flooded back before my eyes. I wanted to tell Tony what was wrong but would he believe me? Would he understand why I felt this way? Would he even care is the biggest question.
Tony promised me that he would protect me, that he would keep S.H.E.I.L.D. from taking me away. He broke that promise even if he came along or not. My future was bounded to eternal pain and it had now just begun. I guess I should be thankful that they didn't cuff me. I can't stand being restricted. It was all because of those doctors when I was a little girl. The whole city had sent everyone they could think of to get rid of me. I didn't mean to hurt that little boy, I never had a single thought of killing at all, it just happened. I was barely a child when the accident happened, and I still hate myself to this day for it.
The vibrations of the helicopter put my mind at rest but my body remained on edge, expecting a attack when I would least expect it. My eyes drifted closed, Tony being the last person I saw before I had my dreams catch up to me.
A young girl with a amazing talent for drawing had minded her own business on that fateful day. The teachers had challenged her to draw her future, curious to what the young girl's imagination would take her. They even had been so generous as to let her use that whole day to draw. She was ecstatic and instantly began to draw with the colorful sticks of chalk she had been granted. She first started using the yellow chalk, drawing a big tower of gold that reached up for the sky and beyond the stars. The young girl then picked up the green and blue chalk, creating a bright forest and a clear sky. Her picture stretched for about a few feet long, taking up a lot of the sidewalk.
She then began to draw herself, wearing a silver princess dress standing next to her prince charming. The teachers believed her picture to be nothing more than a average girls' fantasy. She believed it to be her actual future as she poured her soul into her art. After a hour of drawing the young girl had been highly impressed with her work, taking in great pride. She decided to create beautiful creatures next and went to pick up another stick of chalk when a boy of her age had ran up to her.
She thought nothing of him at the time and chose to ignore the boy and went back to work, starting to draw a black wolf. She started with the wolf's head when her beautiful picture began to dissolve in front of her, her prince charming fading away. The young girl was shocked and upset, her future vanished. She looked up and saw the same boy pouring his water over her chalk drawings, destroying a hour of drawing in merely seconds. She hated the boy and wanted to scream, anger shifting inside her small body. She imagined herself pushing the boy away from her drawings, trying to protect her prince charming. When she opened her eyes she saw the boy lying against the basketball pole, unmoving and not breathing. The kids around her screamed and begged for their mothers and fathers but it all went unheard to the young girl's ears.
A teacher ran up to her and grabbed the girl, shaking her and demanding a answer to what happened. The girl didn't know but she was scared, that much she did know. Fear coursed through her heart when the police took her away and locked her in a cold and dark room. She didn't know how long she was left there but when someone did open the door she had wished that she was left there. Tall and ugly men in white coats grabbed her roughly, wrapping a thick jacket around her that kept her from moving her arms and hips. The young girl was taken away again and was chained in a doctor's room. Metal trays with strange tool lined up against the bed that she was locked to.
There was six men that loomed over her, casting dark shadows over her body. It was almost a disconcerting comfort; the shadows kept her from seeing but she deeply feared what she couldn't see. The doctors had injected strange liquid in her arms many times and she felt different every time they did so. She would feel cold, hot, tired, angry, and confused. They had watched carefully each time they did so, wanting to understand what made her so different from the other children. But the poor little girl just wanted to be left alone.
Every second of every minute in each hour, that young girl had prayed to any god to save her, if it may be to end her life then so be it. She was scared and she knew that they would not let her go. It may have been days or even weeks, she was unsure how long she had been there but it was too long. Still, she prayed and prayed until one day she had heard a voice whisper so sweetly to her. "You hold great potential to have caught my interest, Child." A deep, smooth voice was over heard by her ears only. She wanted to say something but with a gag that the men had secured over her lips it was impossible to make a single noise but a grunt.
The voice was a bit louder the next time, almost sounding closer, "You wish to be freed? To what cost will you be giving in return?" The young girl's eyes watered. She was willing to give anything for her nightmare to end. The voice seemed to understand and made himself present next to the metal bed that she laid on. Tall and handsome, he looked like her prince charming she had imagined. His black hair shined like the night sky. His outfit screamed royalty with its green and gold leather. His green eyes glowed like deep emeralds as he gazed over her. His thin, pink lips parted as he began to speak. "Will you serve me? Become my prodigy? And become completely submissive to me?" Most of his words had confused her but she was willing to do anything so she nodded her head. His thin lips made a smile of satisfaction before turning away.
"Close your eyes Child. I do not wish for you to witness this, you are to young and innocent." She complied and shut her eyes. The young girl didn't know what had happened but with the memorizing screams of terror from the doctors, she had a good idea. Thankfully for her the screams didn't last long but she still didn't dare open her eyes until he had told her it would be safe. The chains of leather and metal loosened around her body, creating a wave of relief. Cold, but soothing, finger tips danced over her cheeks and pulled the gag off of her. She took a deep breath of air and still didn't open her eyes. She listened as a deep chuckled filled the silence.
"You are easily tamed it seems. You may open your eyes now, Child." The young girl blinked a few times and rubbed her dry eyes. Her hands pushed her up until she sat comfortably on the bed. She felt a large hand on top of her head, catching her attention. The young girl looked over to her savior and swallowed a dry lump in her small throat.
"Who...who are...you?" Her voice was raspy and crackled. Her muffled screams had done some damage to her voice. The young girl's savior stood fully and extended his hand for her.
"I am Loki, the God of Mischief and the future king of Asgrad." His voice held great authority but he didn't scare her. He had saved her and she would be forever grateful for him. She placed her smaller hand in his, smiling brightly at him before he had taken her away.
Loki had saved me that day. He was there for me when I had began to grow until I had reached fifteen. My eyes opened and looked around my surroundings, not realizing that we were inside a strange place and out of the helicopter. We entered a large room with pieces of alien technology that I instantly recognized from Loki's teachings. I felt like I had walked into a museum. The African American named Fury, walked and told me our purpose for being here. He was blaming me for the deaths of the innocent the day that the alien army attacked New York. He yelled at me and told me that I was at fault for not warning anybody of the attack, calling me a killer.
It broke my soul because it felt true to me. I had known about the Chitauri species but I had never thought that they would attack Earth. I was crushed and my uncontrollable power ran through me like a hot knife. I was about to lose control and start to fight back so I ran and put a good distance between me and the others. I was scared that I could hurt them, that I would hurt Tony. Even after years of training I still didn't have full control, and I may never will.
A familiar voice rang in my ears, remembering the same feeling I had when the first time I had heard that voice. It always sent shivers through my skin, causing my hair to stand on end. Loki had returned, but at a bad time. I was frustrated with him on many different levels. Though, somehow I was able to calm myself when Tony came. His cocky behavior had entertained me and before I knew it my spirits were lifted and we left. Loki wanted to talk and I wanted to talk as well, needing answers from him.
The guards had placed Loki and I in a small cell that had no windows or bars. It was one, white room with one bed and a toilet with a sink by the far wall. I looked up and saw that there was a camera at each corner of the room. My head turned to Loki who had made himself comfortable on the one bed. My arms crossed over my chest, waiting for him to say something. Loki kept his eyes on me, he has always done so and will always in the future. I had accepted that but I needed more than his judging eyes. My feet moved to stand in front of him. He sighed and rubbed his forehead before he finally began to speak. "Remember the day when I had first met you? I had said that you were easily tamed; I was very wrong, wasn't I?"
I didn't understand why but that one statement left me to smirk. "Master-" He lifted his hand and stood from his seat on the bed. His height was overpowering. Loki was tall but even as I had grown up over the years he was still at least six inches taller than me. I barely reached his chin.
"I want you to know, my princess, that I have watched over you during those years I was absent. You have impressed me with your strength in mind and body." I watched his small Adam's Apple bounce when he swallowed. "I think that you have gained the right to call me by my name now."
My finger nails dug into my skin on my arms. "I will call you whatever I feel best fits you, you Bastard!"
Loki kept my eye contact and seemed slightly taken back. "Well...it is a honor to say my name after all of these years of being my prodigy. I figured you would be thrilled." His sarcastic attitude only added to the flames in my heart.
"What about the years when you weren't there?! What about the time when you would disappear for weeks on end without ever telling me?!" I threw my hands in the air, wanting to hit him so badly. "There are so many new titles I would be honored to bestow upon you right now!"
We remained silent and still after that, letting all of our emotions fade away. Loki's thin lips made a smile and he leaned closer to me. Our noses touched but I didn't back away, continuing our stare war. After a minute went by we both began chuckling together. It felt great so we laughed harder. His arms held me close to him and I pulled him closer to me, missing our moments like this and only wished that it was private. Loki eventually put me down and cupped my face in his cold hand. I nuzzled closer to his palm, wanting his cool skin to relieve my hot and tired muscles. "My princess, do you remember why I had left in the first place?"
I closed my eyes and sighed in his hand. I was able to feel the slightest shiver but said nothing of it. "I do...you were planning on taking the throne and becoming the king or your realm. But..." I took his hand off and casted my eyes downward. "When you didn't return I figured that you had succeeded and found yourself a beautiful queen to be by your side."
Young Riley of age fifteen ran through the forest that would lead to Loki secret cottage. It was where they would spend their days learning magic and other worldly creatures. Her feet patted against the soft ground, making only the smallest sounds while she continued her jog. It was only about a half mile so it never took her very long. Riley was very excited for today, she had accomplished her levitation ability after training for almost a year and she had finally found a way to control it. She would meet Loki, her Master, after sundown and tell him the good news.
The sight of the cottage came into view and her smile only grew wider. Her Master was everything to her and he would surely be impressed with her accomplishment. He always complemented on her natural ability to use magic but when it came to using her actual abilities it would often take her months. But now she knew she had finally taken a first step to earning Loki's love.
Riley slowed her pace and quietly walked up to the door. Loki had always snap at her for not being stealthy enough when it came to sparring or sneaking around. But she had a good control over that now and would try her best to catch him off guard. Yet, she never succeeded. Her fingers gently pressed against the wooden door and froze. Something was wrong. She feared that someone may have found them and hurt him. That was a normal fear that she endured everyday, someone finding her god and taking him away from her.
Riley shook her head and pushed the door open, slightly shocked at the sight. The normal cottage would have every inch of the place covered in books of every language of every realm, filled with stories and histories to much of her delight. But all there was left was a single table that rested near the fire place, silver flames danced in the golden light of the room. There, sitting at the table with his head in his hands was her Master, Loki. She quietly moved inside and closed the door behind herself, catching his attention. His head snapped up and the beautiful, green eyes looked straight into her soul. "My princess...you are early."
She shook her head and showed Loki her wristwatch. "No, Master, I'm on time. I have great news!" Riley bounced over to him with her lips stretched across her face, showing how happy she was. Loki chuckled and relaxed.
"Oh? What is it my princess?" Riley rolled her eyes at his normal pet name he had given her years ago. She took a deep breath in and stayed perfectly still, focusing all of her attention on her Master, not like it was that hard for her anyway. Soon she felt the warm power run down her veins of her arms until they reached her finger tips. With a quick lick of her lips Loki's seat began to float, taking him into the air. The pressure of his weight weighed heavily in her lungs but she held him there for a few seconds before she slowly placed him back on the ground.
Riley sucked in a sharp breath of air and gave Loki a wide grin. "I have finally learned to use levitation! What do you think?!" Loki's eyes had widen at how much strength she had to lift him off the ground so easily and gracefully. He was never so proud of her as he was now. Loki stood up and walked up to her and kissed the tip of her nose, making a lovely shade of rose grow on her cheeks.
"You are magnificent my princess. Never forget that." Loki leaned in and wanted to kiss her lips but forced himself to settle for her cheek instead. He was rewarded with her flushed face. "Though today is not all as well my princess. I have news that you need to listen to carefully." Riley became serious and nodded her head, tuning in to whatever he needed to say. "As you have known I am to be competing to take the throne of my realm."
Riley nodded her head. "Yes, Asgrad."
Loki's lips quirked up at her normal behavior of interruption. "Well, the time will becoming soon..." Riley's lack of smile instantly made him feel guilty. "Which means that I have to be leaving you for a while." Loki turned away and placed three book on the table. "These are the last of the book that you will be needing to study. They are mostly stories but I think you will enjoy them."
She stepped back and tried to hide the depression in her eyes. "So this must really be big if you are actually telling me that you are leaving me." Riley tried to hide her hurt but nobody could lie to the god of lies himself. Loki nodded his head and opened his arms allowing Riley to run into his arms with tears in her eyes. He didn't want to leave her and he knew that he would be gone for a long time but he had to do this. He needed to have his complete focuse on that goal. "Good luck, Master! May you take the throne and become the king you deserve!" Her kind words had always found a way to melt his heart. They pulled away and Riley wiped away her tears. "But you must promise me something."
Loki chuckled and helped her brush away her tears. "You are making demands out of me? Fine, I shall humor you for now."
Riley licked her lips again and calmed her breathing. "You must promise me that you will return once it is over so I can hear the news, no matter if you win or not." Loki nodded and was about to speak but she cut him off. "And! And...come to visit at least once a year. I want to hear about everything." Loki's breath was caught in his throat. He couldn't promise that, if he was leaving now then it meant for good until it was over. His green eyes looked over her, her small and young heart raced frantically in her chest. He could hear it.
"My princess...I promise." Loki hated himself for daring to lie to his own future queen, something he promised he would never do. Riley's faced lit up and she threw herself into his arms. Before she pulled away she decided to be brave and test her boundaries. Riley reached up and cupped his face in both of her hands, pulling him down to kiss her. Their lips meeting briefly and savoring.
Loki and Riley had spent the rest of their night together in each other's arms, memorizing every detail of the other.
That day was one of my bests and worsts. Tears wanted to run down my cheek but I held them back, not wanting to indulge them. "I know I have said this...but you didn't keep your promise." Loki sighed through his nose, defeated knowing that I would not let it go so easily. His hands took mine and led me to the bed. He sat down and placed me in his lap, suddenly becoming very intimate.
"I know...I hated myself for lying to you but I didn't want to hurt you at the time. I would do anything to visit and continue to watch you grow before my eyes but I couldn't." Loki's voice was low just barely louder than a whisper. I could tell by the tone in his voice, he was just as disappointed as I was.
Loki's head rested against my breasts, my arms rested around the back of his neck and head. "Mas-...Loki," He shivered again. "I wasn't as disappointed as I was scared for you. I was worried that something bad had happened to you. How was I suppose to know if you were safe or even alive and after almost ten years later I had to give you up." Now my voice was filled with so much of my pathetic emotions it was making me sick.
Loki's arms held me tighter. "I'm sorry I left you in the dark like that my princess." I sighed and pulled away so I could lift his face to look at me.
"Damnit Loki, we are over the pet names, right? Call me who I am." He chuckled and smirked.
"You are right. I should call you by your true title." I raised a eyebrow, not trusting his silver tongue. "I can only say this, forgive me. I am only but a fool, my Queen." I rolled my eyes and groaned, sneaky bastard. "I guess I shall leave you to rest then..." My head snapped back to look at him.
To be truthful, I wanted to stay by him but he was right. I needed to rest. I forced myself to leave his embrace and stand up. He followed and caressed my cheek with the back of his knuckles. "Sleep well...Loki. I will see you as soon as I can. We still have more we need to discuss." Loki smirked.
I was about to pull away when he quickly swooped down and kissed my lips, instant desire that was suppose to be long forgotten had made itself known once again. The kiss was swift but lustful, the complete essence of Loki himself. "Goodnight, my Queen." I found myself smiling and nodded my head before leaving the room a second later. There were two guards that motioned me to follow. They lead me through long hallways with twists and turns that I couldn't remember for the life of me until we had stopped in front of a door. We stayed still, I didn't know what to do so I nervously looked at the guard that were barely taller than me. The one to my right sighed and knocked on the door. It opened to a very tired Tony, though he instantly perked up when he saw me.
"Done already?" He faced the guards. "Thanks boys, now beat it." His strong hand had pulled me from the hallway and before I could blink I was in a queen size bed, ironically, with Tony resting behind me. He draped his arm over my waist and I felt his nose hide in the nape of my neck. "Get some rest, Riley." He yawned and I smirked, some people will never change. My lips opened to release a quiet yawn and my eyes fluttered closed, dreams overtaking me instantly for a bumpy ride for the night.
I realized that I kinda made Loki seem like a pedophile in this chapter and I am almost sorry about that. I think it's cute like that and please don't judge me for it. The next chapter will go back to Tony. I'm not quite sure how it is going to be but their will be war plans. Yay -_-...
