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"All I See Is You"

"Please, Skye."

Trapped. That was the emotion Skye had been feeling since her father informed her of his decision to keep her on Asgard like she was some of possession. She was an adult after all and capable of making her own decisions, yet Asgardian customs didn't see it that way. Skye was in as much of a funk as her other half.

Looking out her open window that overcast the water, her hands were on the stone frame that supported her body. Her eyes surveyed the land until it landed on the Bifrost dome.

Shortly after her father had spoke with her, she bolted to the Bifrost, hoping Heimdall would somehow grant her access to Earth. He forbade Heimdall to let her go leave Asgard. Dejected, she'd returned to the castle, shoulders slouched, and looking every bit wounded. On her way to her room, she'd not even acknowledged her brothers as she passed them in the common room.

"You already knew that, thanks to my fancy S.H.I.E.L.D. house arrest gizmo."

Now as she stared at her ticket home – her real home – she couldn't help but to cry, tears that left hot stains on their way down to her chin, hesitating before dropping onto her dress – the dress that she couldn't stand. She'd love a pair of her jeans and a T-shirt about now, but again, those damn customs hindered her loves.

Customs that she'd learned chained her to a life of misery, a life of ordinance with very little freewill. According to a few of them that Loki had explained and Thor had backed him up on, an unwed female was to remain in her parents' custody and abide by all rules they saw fit. Only when a suitor her father approved of was she allowed to leave his clutches. Once they were married, she would become his "property". She was not allowed to use her gifts unless her father permitted her to join the warriors – which they all knew he sure in hell wasn't going to do that.

This information just made her more pissed, depressed, trapped, and determined to find a way around her father and return to Earth, to her home, to what she'd reluctantly left behind, to…him. Even with all the carefree life she could have here, she'd give up all the riches, the simplicity just to be with him.

And Thor seemed to see it. Loki was reveling in his sister's misery and often tried to poke at it.

In all the midst of this drama, she felt him sometimes. Behind her, in front of her, sometimes blocked by an invisible force, other times she could the ghost of him reaching out to touch her. She chalked it up to her psychic connection with him. Like right now, she suddenly felt his hands come out of nowhere, sliding up her arms in a comforting gesture, and stepping into her.

Skye closed her eyes as she felt the ghost of him pull her into his ghostly arms, resting his head on the crook of her neck. Sliding her hand up to place of his ghost hand on her heart, she let the silent tears fall.

"I don't like it here, AC. Not at all." She told his ghost.

Outside of her room, Thor eavesdropped. He was well aware of the customs and how Midgardians work. Looking out the window in the hall, he wondered if, perhaps, their father had forgotten what it was like be a Midgardian. After all, he had spent some time on the realm, more so than he had.

"I couldn't tell you."

Marching down the hall, he searched for his father. Upon finding him in the Throne Room, he purposely dropped the Mjolnir, stomping into the room with a livid expression on his face. Odin turned his view to see his distraught son.

"Thor, what is it?" He asked, worriedly.

Thor stopped right in front of him. "What is the meaning of this, Father?" Odin looked confused, but Thor didn't give the chance to speak. "Keeping her here…I can understand that, but locking her up in this cage like some kind of animal?" Thor's voice was rising. "She is not some porcelain doll you have to hold carefully!" He pointed to the entrance. "Skye is strong! She has powers that even I do not possess unless I am equipped with the Mjolnir! If you will not grant her permission to leave Asgard and only visit Midgard like she is; then allow me to allow her to join my soldiers. We could use her abilities, and it would allow her out of this cage!"

Odin looked just as much livid as Thor did. He glared at his son. "This is all for her protection, Thor! Kaju will not hesitate to kill her, and I cannot allow that! She is not equipped to be in your wars, regardless of her natural abilities! You know the customs, Thor! A princess may not get involved with any sort of war until her husband or her father grants it! Does she look like she is betrothed or wedded? And she must marry an Asgardian; I will not allow a Midgardian to marry her! He will not be able to protect her!"

Thor looked at him in disbelief. "Father, do you not remember how it feels to be in love? You and I both know she will never settle for any suitor you deem worthy. She will always resent him and you. My little sister should be able to freely love whomever she wants; she should be able to marry a Midgardian whether he can protect her or not." Thor tried to reason.

The gods quieted down, each lost in their own thoughts. Finally, Thor spoke up. "I have the weapon that will aide Son of Coul in battle with Kaju. If you grant permission, I can bring and train him here." Thor looked directly at his father. "Maybe, with some serious work, I will be able to mold him into a solid asset. He already has combat experience; I have seen him in battle and he is excellent."

Odin still wouldn't budge. "No."

Thor released an anticipating breath he hadn't known was there. It was obvious his father wasn't willing to consider his proposal. So he had to resort to going behind the king's back and bring him here regardless. Turning on his heels, Thor walked away, picking up his Mjolnir. Stopping just in the doorframe, Thor looked back at his father. "You leave me no choice, Father."

Odin turned his head to look at his son. "You dare disobey me?"

Thor smiled smugly. "If it means doing what is right for my sister, then yes."

"THOR!" Odin's voice bellowed as Thor swiftly walked down the hallway to his sister's room. "COME BACK HERE!" He could hear his father bellow.

He was doing what was right, no matter what. Taking a detour, he went to the weapons room. "Caldor?" He could for the weapons specialist. A petite older man stepped out from behind an old wooden table, peeking his head out to see whoever had entered his lab.

"Your Highness? How may I help you?" The man waddled over to the God of Thunder.

"Is Son of Coul's weapon ready?" He wondered, scanning the small stone room. A fire was lit in the fireplace and the walls were covered with different types of weapons.

Caldor turned on his heels and waddled over to the farthest wall, picking up a three-feet long silver grip-rubber handle, much like the one Sif carried. Their ancient hieroglyphics covered the handle. A silver silicone button that glowed bluish-white when activated was located in the middle of the handle. All Coulson would have to do is pressed the button and all of the hieroglyphics would light up and it would be ready for battle. Two blades would shoot out at opposite ends, of the elongated sword. Like the Mjolnir was to Thor, Coulson was the only one with the power to call upon this sword, which had been dubbed as the "Damocles".

Once in Coulson's hands, Odin or Kaju wouldn't be able to take it away from him. Thor had asked his most trusted witch to bound it to the Midgardian. Should Coulson have any descendents, the power could be passed down to them.

"This will work, Caldor." Thor stated, pleased with the weapon. He looked down at the man. "Thank you."

Caldor bowed. "You are most welcome, Your Highness."

The God of Thunder turned to leave but Caldor stopped him. "Yes, Caldor?"

Caldor handed the future king what appeared to be a black three-feet sheath. Its strap was designed to lie diagonally across the owner's upper torso, allowing the sheath to shield the weapon until it was needed, should Coulson choose to carry it instead of leave it at home. "Son of Coul will need this." Caldor took the handle from Thor and slid it into the sheath, holding it out for Thor to take.

Gratefully, Thor took the weapon. He nodded his thanks before leaving. Swiftly, he made it to Skye's room, only to find Loki. "Brother, where is Skye?"

Loki walked around Skye's bed in an obvious mischievous manner. "Father has taken her."

"WHERE?" Thor boomed, tightening his hands on both weapons.

Loki averted his eyes to his older brother, allowing a wicked grin to form on his face. "You will never find her, Brother."

Not in the mood for his childish antics, Thor approached his adoptive brother, appearing ten times taller and intimidating than he normally was. "Tell me where she is!" he seethed.

Loki's taunting pointing to the floor said it all. The neutralizer room – a similar interrogation room like what was on the Bus – was located in the prisoner room. Skye would not be able to use any of her abilities, but Thor's weapon could get her out. Slipping the sheath over his board back, Thor grabbed Loki's collar, lifting him off the ground, and forcing the playful demeanor to switch to fear. Bringing his younger brother face to face, Thor glared into the god's green eyes. "She is your sister, Loki. Why would you break the sibling bond, choosing to go along with Father's obsessive ideals instead of doing what is right?"

"I refuse to let anything happen to her. She is our baby sister and she is safest in the neutralizer room." Loki explained. "Plus, I just love torturing Son of Coul when he is helpless to defend her. He does not even have or know how to use his weapon to come here!"

Thor tightened his jaw, dropping his twisted brother and not bothering to tell him about the fact that he had Coulson's weapon. Turning on his heels, he made his way to his sister, hearing the pointless calls of Loki.

"This...isn't really my style."

Skye was in panic mode as she looked around the bright room, encased with some kind of thick glass. There was a mattress coat against the white wall and a few other useless gizmos. She was left staring at different evil prisoners.

"Thor!" She hollered, banging on the glass. "Get me out of here, please!"

Her brother assessed the situation. He noted her erratic breathing; the tear stains on her cheeks, the fear of being trapped. "I need you to stand back and in that corner." He pointed to the far corner to his right, and she did as ordered. It took him a few times, but the Mjolnir did its job, smashing the glass like scissors were to paper. Skye wrapped her arms around her protective big brother, sobbing in his arms.

Thor patted her back comfortingly. "It is okay, Skye. I will not let Father hold you hostage any longer. It is time to go home, to Midgard."

That just made her cry even more. "Thank you, Thor."

Thor smiled.

TBC...