Loki leaned back ever so slightly, Marian looked at his scepter that had been placed against the the chair in front of them.

"There was a war, long ago, between the Frost Giants and Asgardians."

"Frost Giants?" Marian pressed her eyebrows together.

"More commonly know as Jotuns, they have blue skin with red eyes and a tall stature. As their name does tell they run at a very cold temperature, and their world is cold as well. They have the ability to create ice allowing them to form weapons at a moment's notice."

"So what did they do to cause the war?"

"What makes you assume they started the war?"

"While each side is responsible in some way, one side had to have made the first move that started the whole thing."

"You are correct." He said with a small smile, then attained his more serious tone, "Their king, Laufey, attacked your Earth. Killing all that crossed them turning the land into a frozen hell. That was until the Asgardians stood to end their terror, Laufey's army was forced back to their homeworld, Jotunheim, there they were defeated. Yet Odin-"

"Your father?" Marian cut him off, yet this she found was the wrong question to ask as his hand was loosely around her throat pressing her back to the seat. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to ensure she was under her under control.

"He is not my father," the hands about her throat were burning cold and the green eyes that he bore changed to a horrific red. This red was clashed by the blue that swirled over his sharp cheekbones, Marian placed her hands on his chest out of fear. "Odin stole much from Jotunheim upon that day, the source of the power, The Casket of Ancient Winters. And also the newborn Prince."

"Let me go." she closed her eyes using all of her might to push him away from her. He complied slipping back away from her. When he was away she grasped her throat, the cool of his skin had burned her. "So that is why you are doing this, because daddy didn't give you enough attention?"

"Odin raised me as his own, telling me that I was born to be king, yet when the time came there was only one throne to be given. A throne that was given to his true son, who was and still is a babbling fool."

"What did you real father have to say about this? He must have noticed that you were gone."

"I had been, abandoned."

"Why?"

"I was small for an Ice Giant," his voice was full of sadness, "my spices does not tolerate any weakness, or deformity."

"Odin must have still loved you, he raised you like a son. And Thor, he still cares about you, defended you when Banner called you insane."

"Yes. My brother…" a venomous voice filled the air, as the blue of his skin was slowly leached away. Leaving his pale skin behind, and his emerald eyes returned from their bright red. "He is not my brother, as he is not a monster as I am. My father as well, is no father to me, as is yours."

"What?"

"He is not your father Marian. All of your life you have been lied to, join me and no lies shall I tell you." Marian did not know what to do as he looked deep within her. The worst part of her spoke that this was the truth and begged her to be selfish and join Loki. But the stronger part of her saved her as the car jolted to a stop.

"I don't believe you."

"Are you always so stubborn?"

The driver opened his door taking the scepter then marched around to Loki's side to open his door. Loki stepped out then walked away from the car taking his scepter to a set of doors, while the guard grabbed the small chain that connected her hand cuffs together and yanked her out of the car. This bruised her wrists and she yelped making it known, but it was ignored.

"Why are we here?" The question came when she saw where they were. It was the Stark Tower, standing multiple stories tall, so that the name Stark could be seen over all of the city. As the person who had designed the building had his name put on it in giant silver letters.

"This shall be the sight of my conquest." The pain in her head throbbed as she looked side to side, the streets were largely empty as the sun was just rising. Parting glass doors moved as Loki walked into the building she was pushed along by Loki's goons whom had exited their respective vehicles. A man who sat in front of the reception desk looked to Loki.

"Where is Selvig?" Loki questioned the man.

"Right this way Sir." The guard led Loki, Marian and Loki's escorts to an elevator. He produced a key that unlocked all levels of the building, the silver doors slid open and all the guards spilled into the cramped space.

"I do believe that this is a journey that I make on my own, gentlemen." he raised his scepter as the doors closed, "I do thank you for your service." a blue beam flashed from the head of the spear.

"Don't!" Marian reached for his scepter but his right hand held her back while with his left killed all of the men in the elevator. The flesh of the men had turned to ashes, yet the metallic walls of the elevator were left untouched. All of the blood in her body had run cold, Loki removed his hand from her as he lowered his scepter. Having seen some horrid things in her time, but that action was ranked upon the highest. Raising herself of to the tips of her feet to avoid the remains of his victims and closing her eyes until a ding signaled that the elevator had reached its destination. She could hear the sound of the metal doors opening.

"Are you coming?" Marian looked to the ground where the remains of the men laid in her path to the exit. "Now, now, Marian we cannot delay."

"Why didn't you let them go?" she ground her feet into the floor, refusing to move.

"I had no further use for them." he yanked the chain between her wrist dragging her through the ashes. The grip on the bottom of her shoes did nothing to help as he dragged her about, the metal armor on her arms clanked as it hit the frame of the elevator. The doors of the elevator closed behind her as Loki released her. Before looking about the room she paid attention to her boots, and stomped off the ashes.