Warning: Blatantly dark, angst ridden sexuality contained within.

There Was Nothing

Her eyes opened and she sighed. Slipping from bed, she stretched and yawned before padding softly to the bathroom and bathing under the warm spray of the shower. She grasped the towel off the hook and dried herself before stepping out and wrapping the cloth around her head to help dry her wet hair. Kenna looked at herself in the foggy mirror, using her hand to wipe a clearer reflection. It was still her, looking back at herself. Still the 'little runaway' he'd once called her. She sighed again before finishing her ritual and dressing. Then as she does every morning, that she tells herself every night she will stop doing, she pulls the box from under her bed and opens it. She traced her fingers along the green silk of a dress, the cold metal of the snake and over the small box of her gift. She opened the tiny box, takes out the necklace and fastens it around her neck. Replacing the rest to its place under the bed, she gathered her knapsack and headed to work.

Kenna stepped into the locker room, nodding to nurses and doctors that she considers her friends. They are good people for the most part. Mothers, fathers, husbands and wives. There was the occasional philanderer, or thief, or lazy lout but for the most part, the vast majority were hard working and well meaning. They made her smile in spite of her sorrow, in spite of her trepidations. Her work and the humans that surrounded her had given her purpose and she would forever be in their dept despite that they would never even know of it.

Opening her locker, she started to pull out her scrubs when her hand stilled. It was too quiet, there was something in the air, a tension that hadn't been there before. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and eased the locker door shut, cursing the groan of the worn metal.

"What do you want?" She slowly turned her head and couldn't control the gasp that followed. Those eyes. A human's eyes should never look like that, should never glow an unearthly blue.

"Come with me." He was a human male, about her height but possessed of a stance and figure that spoke of countless hours spent honing athletic ability. This was a warrior… a soldier and not of the common variety.

"Why?" She kept her voice steady. Even a strong human male alone didn't pose a threat to her but something about him, besides his haunted eyes, made her weary.

"Because if you don't, people will get hurt." He said it with a tone so matter of fact, so filled with quiet conviction that it made Kenna shiver. She knew he wasn't lying.

"Are there more than just you?" He just smiled at her question. "Where will you take me?"

"To him." Kenna's eyes widened, her hand shooting to her mouth. She knew without another question asked whom 'him' referred to. She nodded and followed silently behind this odd human. They said nothing more to one another as they moved quickly down little used stairwells to the parking garage below. She didn't hesitate to get into the back of the vehicle that awaited them. It seemed there weren't more than just this blue-eyed man. He known she'd come with little more than a mention of his return. It didn't mean she was happy. Why had he not just come to her himself? What had he done to this human? Not to mention the thousand other questions that rushed through her mind concerning what had happened, where he had been for the past year, what happened in Asgard and why no one came to retrieve her after the enchantment wore off. They drove for an hour to the outside of the city into an area she'd never had any reason to venture. This industrial area, filled with warehouses, docks and storage units only increased her trepidation.

"Hawk en route. Package retrieval successful. Open the door." The blue eyed man spoke into a receiver on his lapel as they turned into a large, vacant parking lot adjacent to a massive, empty looking warehouse. One massive shipping door opened and they drove right in, the door closing once they'd passed through. The car stopped.

"Get out." He said to her as he exited. He met her on the other side and with a jerk of his head, indicated that she was to follow him. She did while looking around at the warehouse floor bustling with activity. Massive plastic curtains hung from the ceilings, partially obscuring some of the work being done behind them. Humans milled about, some with glowing eyes, others without. These were not the type of humans she'd grown fond of. This was a different sort all together. These were the type of men and women that she'd only ever read about in human novels or seen on their dramas on television. These were the types that sent victims to her ER with gunshot and stab wounds. These were the dregs, the predators. They stopped next to a door at the edge of the building; farther away from whatever was being work done and he opened the door.

"Wait in here."

"For how long?" She just got a shrug as a response. She hesitated for the first time before clenching her fists and stepping through. The room was simple with little furnishings. A large table sat in the center of the room making Kenna think this was used as a conference room of sorts at one point. There were several chairs that lined it as well as the opposite wall. One window, high up, gave the room nothing but a shock of morning light. She just stood in the room for an hour, her watch telling her that she should have been on duty now, tending to whatever cases came to the hospital that morning. Finally, with nothing better to do, she sat at the head of the long table in the only chair that seemed to have any padding on it at all. It smelled musty as she sat; obviously it hadn't been used for some time. She drew abstract shapes through the dust on the table. Another hour passed before she checked her watch again. She wondered how many calls had been placed to her home now. She wondered how worried her shift supervisor would be now. Wallace wouldn't be angry, just concerned. He was a kind man and Kenna had never been late in all her time working there. She hated to think that she would be the cause of his distress and she hated to think of the turmoil her absence would cause for the rest of the staff.

Kenna kept thinking about these things and what could be going on outside this room. She kept rehashing it over and over as she continued to add to the design on the table because she had to distract herself. She couldn't think about him… the manner of his sudden reappearance was unfathomable and how the warehouse connected to it. She would go mad trying to untwist it all in her mind so she avoided it like humans would avoid the plague.

Then she heard the door click, the lock being removed and the hinges creaking open. She stood abruptly, her heart in her throat when a harsh looking, brown eyed woman stepped through carrying a paper sack. She walked halfway to the table and tossed it onto Kenna's dusty design before turning and leaving the room without a word, the sound of the lock loud in the aftermath. Kenna didn't even breathe the entire time, her body too locked up with trepidation and anticipation. She opened the sac and ate the greasy sandwich inside before settling back into her chair. Finally, she could sit no longer and began to pace the far side of the room, the table between her and the secured door. She pulled the band from her hair and ran her fingers through it distractedly before stepping onto a chair beneath the window, straining up on tiptoes to see out.

"Finally trying to escape me?"

Kenna whipped around, startled by the lack of announcement and by the voice she knew so well, even with its added cold chill beneath it. What she saw startled her. The man that stood just inside the still open door looked like Loki but, at the same time, did not. He wore a garb she'd never seen before, all leather and metal with no lack of ferocity to its design. His hair had grown so long in only a year and splayed out madly behind him. However, it wasn't his manner of dress or his hair that made her question if this were her dark prince or some malevolent phantasm. It was his eyes. They were colder, darker, more distant and… so hatefully mad.

"Loki?" She gasped as she slowly stepped down from the chair.

"Where you expecting someone else?" He smiled but there was no warmth behind it. It seemed almost cruel. He then shut the door behind him without removing his gaze from her.

"Where did you go?" She didn't move any further to him, ignoring his useless question. He just smiled again.

"Somewhere… enlightening." He tilted his head at her. "Are you afraid?"

"No." He gave her a mockingly disbelieving look. She immediately tried to give reason to her lie. "I just don't know what is going on. You were gone for so long, without a word and now you're here, in this place… What is going on out there?"

"Out there?" He looked at the wall behind him momentarily. "You needn't concern yourself with any of that." He returned his attention to her and she watched as he made a show of letting his eyes wander languidly down her form and then back up. "Come here." Kenna bit the inside of her cheek but did as he bid, walking around the table with as calm and measured of steps as she could manage. As happy as she was to see him again, she couldn't overcome the feeling that something was desperately wrong, that she should be running from and not walking to him. She passed her previous chair and could see him fully now as well as the item he'd held somewhat behind his back before, a deadly looking scepter with a blue glowing gem at its heart. She'd seen that shade of blue before, in the eyes of the man that retrieved her. She saw his grip on it tighten as she drew within a few feet of him. "Did you miss me little one." He cooed, reaching for her with his unoccupied hand, cupping her face once she'd come close enough. His old endearment for her made her heart clench.

"Yes." She said honestly.

"Did you?" He sounded as though he didn't believe her.

"Yes, of course I did." She went to press a hand over the center of his chest in a gesture meant to reassure him of her word's honesty. The moment her hand touched the crescent metal ornamentation, his hand left her face and grasped her hand, as though her touch had offended him. He looked at her then, the corner of his mouth gaining a tiny quirk before he shook his head just once.

"I'm glad to hear it." He released her hand, raised her chin and looked at her mouth as he spoke. "I'm going to fuck you now." He whispered against her lips. "Will you try to deny me?" He asked, his eyes going back to hers. Kenna could feel her face morph into an expression of surprise and confusion.

She stuttered, "I… n-no." She started to shake. She had no idea what was going on. This was all too much. She saw his smile but it didn't fit with the cruel word he spoke next.

"Pity." Kenna had to keep herself from falling when he abruptly pushed her away. "Remove you trousers." She saw him reach beneath hem of his vest to the waist of his pants. "Now." He added when she didn't start moving right away.

"Loki…"

"I thought you said you wouldn't try to deny me?" He cut her off tauntingly. Kenna's eyebrows drew together before she tried to speak again while her own hands started to unbutton her jeans.

"I'm not I just…"

"Just nothing. No discussion is required." He'd finished with his clothing, not removing anything, not even the long overcoat he wore before he advanced on her. She'd only just managed to pull her zipper down when he got to her and spun her around, picking her up with a single arm around her midsection. He deposited her in front of the table and she heard the leather he wore groan as he crouched behind her, finishing the job she started by yanking her pants down to her calves. She heard him set the scepter down right before a hand on her back pushed her down roughly to the table in front of her.

"Remember this?" And then the back of her right thigh lit up in pain causing her to cry out. She did remember, he had just hidden her from Heimdall's gaze once more. Sparing no time between acts, he then used both of his hands to spread her as much as the garment around her ankles would allow.

Kenna didn't contain the gasp as she felt his tongue lick her suddenly and only for a moment before he pressed several fingers inside of her. She groaned at the sudden stretching after having been untouched for so long. He stood, his hand still working her as he leaned over her to speak into her ear.

"Did you let any humans touch you while I was gone?"

"No!" She almost shouted, surprised he would even think such a thing. She just heard him chuckle darkly. "Loki please, I…"

"Silence." He hissed. "I want no words from you." The declaration hurt her more than how he was treating their reunion. She'd imagined many scenarios, some tearful, some angry, some rough and passionate and some, the ones she treasured and hoped for, actually loving. She had never imagined this coldness, this feeling as though she'd wronged him somehow, as though he now hated her. It made no sense and the longer it went on, the more afraid she became.

He withdrew his fingers casually and then calmly stepped behind her. Kenna just lay there, bent over the table and waiting. One hand spread her while the other guided him to her. Slowly but insistently he entered her tight, warm slit and he hissed above her. Once fully seated, he paused a moment before starting at a deliberate pace. His hands stayed on her hips the entire time, not squeezing or kneading, just holding. He didn't say another word, just moved within her. This was something she'd never experienced with him before. There was no passion here. There was no need. There was no tenderness or even roughness. There was nothing. Occasionally he'd groan and his breathing deepened somewhat but nothing more. Before long, he sped up slightly, his breathing hitching momentarily and his hands tensing against her. Then it was over. He stayed for a few moments, recovering a bit before he pulled away.

"Thank you." He said coldly as she heard him straighten his clothing and pick up his scepter. A kerchief landed next to her shoulder and he didn't touch her or speak to her again as he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Kenna stood and grasped the small scrap of fabric he'd tossed at her. She used it as he'd silently intended, wiping him away. She pulled up her pants as tears that had been forming since he left, started to stream down her cheeks. She collapsed to the ground a moment later.

XxX

AN: Holy shit. First off, thank you for the extremely kind reviews for the last chapter. Of all of the chaps, I was worried the most about that one. I guess I just concerned that it would feel like I rushed the ideas but I'm so happy to find out I was wrong! Also, I plan on tweaking some things from the "Avengers" though not a lot, mostly at the end so if you've seen the movie, it pretty much stays intact though I probably screw up the timeline unintentionally since I'm not sure how much time the movie actually covers even after seeing it a second time for that specific reason. My thinking is about a week from Tesseract theft to Loki capture and then one day till Loki defeat and then I'm going to write it as about a month before return to Asgard (mostly because they have to construct that device around the Tesseract that they hold onto at the end to beam themselves back) So there's my extrapolated "Avengers" timeline.

So this chapter… Loki… what's going on there?

LittleNikki: Oh, I don't think the feels are going anywhere for a while, be prepared. Yeah, I did it that way because I wanted 'Thor' to remain intact, no AU or changes. I want people to be able to watch it or recall it and think 'Hey, Loki could totally be acting this way because of Kenna and oh yeah, he totally made all those decisions because he thought it was for the best.' Did you think that was how their reunion would go? Aww, guess I'll have to settle for your soul then. *grumbles
KeeperoftheNine: Woot! Thank you. I tried to make up some reasons, some behind the scenes reasons as well as twisting some from the movie, like him really wanting to help Thor but the warriors screwing it up. At the moment, Heimdall can do nothing but watch… well, until now that is. But he does know why she's there and who helped her do it. It will play a bigger role later. And now you know what she did.
Lae D Snowflake: Hehe, I haven't done too many of those but I couldn't help myself with this cliffie. I'm just eager to write this thing. Let's just say that I haven't watched any TV since starting this fic… which I guess is a good thing? Thank you. I tried to tie it in as best I could with the movie without having to say 'now this happened during the movie'. I wanted "Thor" untouched but adding the internal mind of Loki to it… except Heimdall's words of course. Hehe. I like heavy emotional stuff so I'm glad it had an impact, like I said, I was worried it wasn't going to work.
gameofshadows: :) I was so relieved to hear that. Don't you dare convince people to stop writing Loki fics… what would I read then? You really are too much you know that? Thank you though, thank you. Oh, and you're worthy Garth (yeah, I made you garth, what of it?) hehe
CYBERKAT2: I'm so glad you did! Really, I was worried about this one. How'd you like the start of the Avenger's portion? Good, it was supposed to be sad. :) Awww. Luckily we still have a bit left, some Avengers chapters and then aftermath chapters.