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So far everything was going as planned. His current second in command Barton really was a valuable asset, but in the back of his complex mind the fallen Asgardian feared that the young maiden they called Bella could ruin his plans. She was an intriguing young maiden for sure and for a Midgardian quite beautiful. At Asgard the female population had often used him to get closer to his elder brother or closer to the vicinity of power. Especially when it had not seemed that clear that his brother would receive the throne. The first time this had happened it had cut him deeply and the young maiden had paid a price for her appalling behaviour towards him. Her fair blond hair had been turned pitch black and thin and as she had not apologized to him it would stay this way forever. But she was firstly too proud for doing that and secondly too stupid to figure it out.

What a fool he had been. Thor had always been favoured by father. No! Odin. He wasn't his father. Laufey was. But who was his mother? He couldn't be a full frost giant. Although he was taller than most Asgardians, he was neither tall enough to be one, nor had the physical appearance of one. Yes, his skin had temporarily turned blue and his eyes red, when he had touched the cursed casket and he was immune to their touch, but had he been a full frost giant then his true form would have shown and he would have grown more. Or had Frigga magically altered his growth? What was he? Who was his birth mother? Was she an Asguardian? It would explain how he had Asgardian Magic and how Odin had known that Loki could be passed on as his because he would not grow that tall. So, did Odin know Loki's birthmother? But how would the transaction between a frost giant and an Asgardian even worked? Or Laufey had not been at his full height when he had procreated. It would explain why Odin had believed that he had any saying in uniting the two realms with Loki. He scowled. Odin had never loved him but only used him to utilize him as a pawn.

Did mother know who his real mother was? Why had she never told him? Frigga, although not being his birthmother had always loved him, he had felt it and probably would still loved him. Thanos had teased him time and again that even the Asgardian Queen hated him just as much as the rest, but he had not been able to break their special bond. At least he thought that he hadn't been able to do this.

He shuddered as another faint lance of pain was washing over him. Thanos was getting impatient and was reminding him of his duty to finally deliver the Tesseract. He dreaded what the alien would do to him when he failed to deliver the Tesseract to him. It would be his end probably. Rulership over Midgard in exchange for the powerful Tesseract. He would be able to show Odin, that he would have been the better choice as king. The Midgardians were slaughtering each other in countless, ridiculous wars based on greed, religion, power and disdain. Although some parts of the world were technologically more advanced others were even more primitive. They needed a uniting ruler and he would show them what their realm would be capable of. Of course, it was not the same as Asgard, but it had immense potential. It would be hard to convince them, and many would oppose him at first, but he would show them and train the shield maiden to protect him. Her power would be useful to him. Maybe she could also protect him from Thanos? It was unlikely, but one could never know.

But what would stop Thanos from killing him after receiving the powerful cube and destroying Midgard entirely with the help of Chitauri. For how many deaths would he be responsible then? Why had he even agreed to invade Midgard? Ah. Yes. He wanted to rule. But not Midgard. Asgard was his heart's desire. To show that he was worthy.

But Midgard could be used as an example to show that he was worthy to be a king. As another lance of pain was rushing through him he wanted to scream his anger and his pain away, but that would only have showed the Midgardians that he wasn't as strong as he appeared to be. He had become good at masking his pain on the outside and he felt bone tired, but didn't dare to fall asleep. He couldn't show that he felt this way. He could not show any weakness or they would certainly exploit it. Fantastic. His mind was running in circles again. If he wasn't careful then he would turn mad. He could not turn mad. Or he already was as he was mentally talking to himself.

The sceptre was not in his hands, but he could still feel its ominous presence somewhere in this flying fortress. He needed it for the mission to succeed, but since his encounter with the shield maiden, he knew that Thanos was watching over his progress through that particular gem in his sceptre. When she had used her power against him it had felt liberating, as if he had been able to think freely again. Without any pain or dark thoughts lurking in the back of his mind. It had caught him off guard when she had unconsciously shielded him and obviously not known about her gift, but when he had magically examined her afterwards he had detected that the sceptre had actually awakened her gift. It must have been when he had tried to control her mind shortly after his arrival on Midgard. It was not unusual for gifted to discover their powerful gifts during immense danger and those Cold Ones had posed a mortal threat to her. But to some extent she had already been using it, but not been able to do more than protecting her own mind. He even had felt some ounces of magic in her, but she was a Midgardian. How could she have that gift and traces of that particular kind of magic? How did she have small traces of Asgardian magic? Had she inherited it? She was still young, so her power would grow with time. It made no sense. Asguardians had been prohibited to visit Midgard or mix with them by law. There had also not been any exiled Asgardians as far as he knew. They had all been sent to other remote places of the universe. To the best of his knowledge, Thor had been the first Asgardian, ever sent to exile on Midgard. He himself had broken Odin's rules a few times out of curiosity, but he had never engaged in any particular physical activities outside of Asgard. Her father's name, if Barton's theory was correct could imply Nordic influence. Coulson. Son of Coul or rather the Nordic Version. Son of Kol. Odin had fought the Frost Giants in Scandinavia, thousands of years ago, even before his (Loki's) birth. Had one of his warriors defected? It was unlikely, but not impossible.

She was ironically a shield maiden in an organisation that spelled S.H.I.E.L.D. in their lingua franca and she was very protective of her friends and quite a few people in this organization seemed to care about her: Barton, before his mind had been taken over, the redheaded female assassin, the man with the Iron suit and apparently the blond patriotic muscle who had seen her for the first time in the jet. The way he had looked at her had been strange and Loki had not liked it for some reason. But seeing her put his brother down a peck or two had been quite amusing to him. So far the only person being able to do this had been their mother. She was fierce.

But was she that shield maiden? Odin had been surprised about it and his brother had teased him mercilessly because of it although none of the two brothers had known the exact phrasing and his parents had been tight lipped about it. At first he had believed that Siv had been the one the vague prophesy had foretold as she was the first Shield Maiden after the Valkyries had been wiped out, or rather the majority had been wiped out as he had found vague references that some had survived, but he had soon discovered that she was much too different to actually be that person or rather he had felt that she was not the one mentioned. But this Bella Swan seemed to fit the description more as his knowledge about her progressed. She was a walking shield.

He suddenly stopped his pacing and although another lance of pain was shooting through his body he put on a smirk on his face as he was quite amused and turned to his left when he sensed a person standing in front of his cage. He had not sensed her approach. So he was either loosing his touch or she was really that well trained.

"I'm impressed." he complemented her. "Not many people can sneak up to me like that."

But she did not react to his statement, but just kept studying him with her hands crossed. It unnerved him as her brown hazel eyes were staring into his without even blinking. She did not let her eyes wander like many women before her. No, she seemed to be scrutinizing him for some reason? What did she think to accomplish by just looking at him?

"Clearly, the red-haired assassin has trained you well." he started again, but she still did not react and kept studying him. The black combat suit she was wearing complemented her figure nicely.

What was she doing? Why did she not talk to him? Was she another fragment of his imagination? Had he finally fallen asleep again? He could not have fallen asleep right now. He quickly turned around and used his magic to suddenly appear before her just an inch away from the glass, which would usually have startled everyone, but the brown haired young woman standing in front of him did not flinch. Had she expected it?

She only tilted her head to continue looking him in the eyes and seemed to contemplate anything.

"That's curious." she finally started. "Your eyes keep changing colour."

"I was beginning to wonder if you had lost your voice" he remarked dryly.

"Why has Fury sent you here? Is he not afraid, that you might be working for me now?"

But unfortunately, Bella did not react to his taunting and her facial expression changed into an amused grin.

"Fury doesn't trust anyone. It's not in his job description. But what I really want to know is:" She stepped closer until only the glass was separating the two:" Who are YOU really working for?"

Loki frowned. This was not going the way he wanted. "I don't work for anyone." he stubbornly refused to give in. But as he was currently blocking another lance of pain, he really wanted her to shield it from him. He became better at blocking the mighty alien.

"Your eyes switched back to blue. You know, for supposedly being the 'god of lies, deception and mischief' you are particularly bad at lying" Bella told him with a smirk and Loki grind his teeth. How could she know that? Thor would certainly have believed his lie. But he either lost his touch or she was good at reading him.

"So, I ask you again: Who are you collecting the Tessaract for and who controls the Chitauri?" Ah, so she had talked to his much-despised brother. Impressive, she had not even stumbled over the name Chitauri.

"If you think that I will share my plans with you, my little Midgardian, then you are sorely mistaken." He answered her evading her questions and cheered as he could spot the hints of a scowl on her face.

He could hear a strange sound. Not the electric buzzing that seemed normal in this cell, but it was more like a grumble. But he could not identify the source.

"You should be thanking me, little Midgardian. I saved your live after all." He smirked but she only refuted coldly.

"I remember that you wouldn't have been able to protect me if it weren't for me. Whatever that was. So, we are even."

"Oh, we are far from even little Midgardian." He smirked as he could see in her eyes that calling her little Midgardian riled her up. Her stance and appearance were calm, yet her stormy eyes betrayed her irritation at that term but then her eyes hardened, and he could see that she became determined again.

There! He could hear that sound again? What was that?

"Alright, Loki son of Odin." She started again, but was interrupted by an angry Loki correcting her:" He is NOT my father!" Touched a nerve, did I? She smirked, and it unnerved him. He had not wanted to burst out like that as he had now shown one of his pressure points.

But he could not see where she was going with her interrogation. With the knowledge he had about her, he knew that she would not have the stomach to hurt or torture him and he would not tell her anything. Barton had told him that the Agency often used the good man-bad man strategy, or something with a similar name. Was Bella Swan the good "wo"-man. Who would be the bad man?

He saw her opening her mouth, but she stopped, halting her actions and she broke her gaze and her right hand touched her ear briefly.

"Nice talking to you. Thank you for choosing Shield Airlines. We hope that you enjoy your long flight with us." She imitated mockingly saluting to him, while Loki had no idea what she just had said. She seemed to have made a personal joke, that he was not getting.


"This was a bad idea!" Coulson told Fury watching the feed intently, but the bald man did not beat an eyelash.

"We needed to know if she is acting on her free will and as you can see she is able to get under the Asgardian's skin, even though her current strategy is not going anywhere, and she proved her theory that his eye colour is indeed changing." Pointing at the secondary feed displaying the laboratory where the sceptre was examined.

"So, she was right. There is a third party involved" Romanov stated observing the occasional blinking of the sceptre which was reflected in the caged Asgardian's eyes.

"It would appear so." Fury answered and spoke through the comm into Bella's earpiece:" Thank you, Agent Swan. You can pull back now."

Natasha snorted: "Did she really just say that? Seems that her snark is back with Stark on board."

Ignoring that comment while turning towards the read head Fury ordered: "Agent Romanov. You're up."


Well, she had not accomplished much, and she could only hope that Natasha was able to get something out of the tall Asgardian. Maybe she had not been focused enough because her stomach had told her quite violently that he finally wanted to eat something, and she definitely wanted to grab a bite. She was starving and felt as if she could eat a whole cow. No. Probably not a whole cow, but something warm would suffice.


Aro was nervously pacing in the throne room, while is two brothers were watching him intently. The twins should already have returned with their prey, but for some reason they had vanished without a trace. They were loyal to the Volturi and would not have abandoned them. No something had to have happened. But what? Had the girl broken her promise and informed the humans about them? But if so, why were they not swarming Voltera right now trying to wipe them out. That would be one of the reactions he expected from those weak creatures. Or did they have technology that the Volturi were not aware of? Some technology could already be dangerous for them and the secrecy of their kind was therefore imperative. The scouts, no lying decapitated on the ground, who had been looking for the twins and their colleagues had come back empty handed. The vast underground tunnel system had been abandoned. A few homeless people looking for shelter in the abandoned underground system, a few unmedicated paranoid humans had been silently dispatched after a painful interrogation, but even those had not been able to tell them much.

"I believe this needs to stop, Brother." Marcus stated lazily. "With your collector's obsession you have endangered our coven. We need to fix this fiasco (=disaster)."

Aro stopped his pacing and his nervous fiddling with his pale white hands. "But how? You know her importance. Her gifts would give us immense power."

"If she is indeed the one, Vestalus talked about" Caius said.

"She is!" Aro rebuked.

"In that case, I suggest we remind our sudditi (=subjects) of their duty to serve our coven. We put every other coven on full alert, make sure that every capital in the world contains several of our kind. We put a price on her, which will only be paid if she is delivered alive, unharmed and unchanged." He explained and Aro nodded.

"Additionally, it pains me to admit that Carlisle might have been on to something when he immersed himself in the lives of humans. We should make plans to finally infiltrate the established structures of state to maintain our secrets. Only hiding seems not be enough any longer."

"How should that be possible?" Aro enquired. "Most of us won't be able to live on animal blood alone. It's revolting."

"Not to mention that more and more skinny humans started to taste like herbivores lately. They do not taste healthy anymore. Not enough nutritional blood anymore. I have no idea, which diet fashion those are following, but I need to drink more to still my hunger." Marcus lazily cut in.

"We will think of something, but now we need to act. There is no time to lose." Caius ordered standing up to make preparation for probably the largest hunt, this coven had ever seen.


Bella was sitting in the rather empty cantina, inhaling her rather simple noodle soup and relished in finally getting something down her stomach. Although she knew that it probably did not look presentable the way she was eating, she did not care. Who knew when she would be able to get something down again. As exciting her new life was, regular food was something she would not get in case of emergency.

She was slowly standing up to get a refill, when the Heli-carrier shook, and she stumbled.

Oh, No! What now? Had Banner changed into the Hulk. Her heart skipped a beat. Oh! God. No. That would be a terrible idea.

The red sirens scattered around the carrier went off and she cursed loudly. So much for getting a refill. Whoever was responsible for this ruckus should be glad that she had been able to get something into her stomach, because she was always pissed when she was hungry. She looked down on her now empty bowl and contemplated. Fury wouldn't have Banner onto the carrier if he were unable to control his beast. So that left the other possibility that Barton had found them already and might try to free Loki and additionally destroy the flying command centre with the highest S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives on board. Taking it out meant that Loki would not have much opposition to conquer the planet. So, she had to stop Barton and his goons to reach Loki's cell. She put her bowl down on the table, checked her holster and took off towards Loki's cell in the lower levels of the carrier.

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