Hai guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been working really hard with DemonicAngel38 on SuperWhoVengers, but here I am! Enjoy!

I was back in my room again after twirling out of the dining room while laughing my head off, escorted by the two guards that had lead me back to where I had awoken.

Now I was sorting through the dresser, trying to find proper pajamas, and by 'proper' I mean a t-shirt 3 sizes to big and old running shorts or baggy sweat pants. And just my luck, I couldn't find anything except for nightgowns. Now tell me, who wears nightgowns?

I finally just gave up and slipped one on before heading to the bathroom to scrub my face clean of all the makeup I was wearing. I don't like makeup, it makes me feel dirty. The most I ever wore was chapstick or lipgloss every few months or so and having a bunch of the stuff just caked onto my face was VERY uncomfortable.

Damn I was pissed off at Loki!

Loki POV

I was in the makeshift library of the large complex, looking through books on dark-creature lore that I had transported from Asgard, and so far I couldn't find anything involving what I knew so far about Luna that added up.

What in the name of the Gods was she?

Luna POV

It was morning again, and I was bored. And in another dress.

The only channel the TV showed was static and that angry fuzzy sound that comes with it that Dad made whenever he got pissed off, there weren't any books to read, and I had already taken a bath, despite my whole 'Only bathe at night' thing.

I sighed and sat up from where at had been staring at myself in the mirror for the past five minutes, studying my eyebrows. I turned around and groaned before sliding down the mirror, hoping that it might brake and I could at least try to escape even though Loki has said it was impossible at dinner last night.

Me sitting by the mirror didn't last long, and I soon stood up with an aching back, putting both hands on the base of my spine and bending backwards a few inches, hearing it crack a bit.

I decided to turn back to the mirror and just make faces at it, but the mirror wasn't there anymore. It was a window to a winter wonderland.

Outside, it was a straight-down cliff covered in slippery ice, but beyond that there were more mountains covered in soft, sparkling snow. Though before that when you turned your head slightly, you could see a sudden green shine, like those pictures that you buy on Halloween that seem normal, though when you move your head the people or things in it turn to zombies or ghosts.

"Cool!" I squealed in delight as I touched the window, only for it to turn back to a mirror. And I did the same to the mirror so that it turned back to a window so I could see the snowy view.

Then there were three sudden, sharp taps on the door and I turned around in curiosity,

"Miss Howlette, Loki demands your presence!" someone yelled through the door.

I rolled my eyes at their formal talk, reaching out to open the door when whoever was on the other side opened it up, hitting my arm with a streak of pain.

"Miss Howlette are you alright?!" the guard who opened the door questioned as I jumped up and down, furiously putting pressure on my scraped and bleeding arm.

"Bad luck with doors, BAD LUCK WITH DOORS!" I yelled.

The guards eyes widened in fear as he quickly ran into my room and opened the doors to the closet, searching through it until he finally came out with a sparkly black shrug,

"Here, put this on," he told me, holding out the jacket.

I nodded, taking it and slipping it on carefully as not to disturb my arm to much and make it hurt even more,

"Thanks, Mind Puppet," I said to the hazy blue-eyed man.

He gave me a crooked, confused smile and lead me out the door and into the dining room where Loki was sitting, waiting for me.

"Good morning, Luna," he said to me with a smirk.

I gave him a glare and a small, angry growl before sitting across from him and taking a sip from the large glass of water that was next to my plate that held some toast on it.

"Sleep well?" he asked.

I grumbled again, tearing into the crispy bread and munching on it,

"I slept fine," I mumbled angrily, shooting him a glare.

He merely sat there, smirking at me until he suddenly stopped, eyes on my arm. He stood up, walking over to me and before I could even move he had grabbed my hurt arm and yanking up my sleeve. It brushed against my cut, making me let out a small squeak of pain. His eyes widened, filling with rage when he saw the cut. The angered god turned to the guard who brought me in,

"What is this?" he questioned forcefully, showing him my arm.

The guard gulped,

"It's ah…it's a cut sir," he answered nervously.

Loki let go of my arm, slowly walking towards the man,

"Now, do believe telling you that I didn't want a single mark on her, now isn't that right?"

The guard had started sweating nervously,

"Yes sir."

"Then why, pray tell me, is she bleeding?"

The man was now shaking with fear,

"I…I accidently hit her with the door to her room. I'm sorry!" he tried to explain, but in the blink of an eye he was a foot off the ground with Loki's hand wrapped tightly around his neck like a snake.

"And I told you," Loki spoke calmly as the man choked and spluttered, face beginning to turn blue, "That I do not want you breaking my things," and then with a twist of his wrist, there was a snap and Loki let the guard's limp body fall to the ground, and I couldn't let out a small giggle when I saw his dead eyes.

Loki walked back over to me, taking one last glance at my arm before giving a smirk and saying,

"Just as I thought…"

I was confused,

"What? Just as you thought what?"

"That necklace I gave you-"

"More like a collar," I snapped quietly, and Loki ignored my comment,

"It's sucking out the magic that's in your pendent. Transferring it there so soon, your true form will be revealed to me."

My eyes widened, he couldn't know what I was, he couldn't! With the 'necklace' removing my powers, I couldn't do anything! When he discovered what I really looked like and who my family was, he could hold me for ransom in exchange for an army, or take our techonology or weapons or…

I took a deep breath, I was getting ahead of myself. If I could find some way of escaping this place, I could get to Maya or my dad and they could get the necklace off…maybe.

"Feel free to go wherever you want," Loki told me, sitting up from his chair, "I'll be working on taking over this pitiful world if you need my. Good day, darling," he said with sickening politeness as he exited the room, leaving my fuming. Gods, I couldn't wait to kill him!

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