"I want her!" His booming voice was heard practically throughout the galaxy. The clash of his fist against the arm of his throne practically caused the ground to shake. His servants cowered in fear of his wrath. Their master was beyond angry and wants what he has been searching for. Not only does he want her, he wants revenge.

"We are getting her." His high worker responded, trying to calm him down.

"No, it is different now."

"Why is that, master?"

"Because now I know she is powerful."

"Can I get out of here?" Seraphina asked the healer, annoyed. She decided to take wear her Midgardian clothes today, it's way more comfortable for the young teenager. She wore dark grey sweatpants with a loose red shirt, trying her hardest to steer clear of her father's colors. The healers often looked at her stomach, took blood, rubbed cream on her belly, and gave her multiple medicines or herbs. Seraphina took whatever they gave her, in hopes they will let her out for at least a walk.

"You are to stay till recovery." Her typical bright blonde nurse-like healer called out. The bright blonde reminded Seraphina of Midgardian nurses, she missed Midgard so much. The food, the music, the people, the language, the clothes, and just everything.

"I have recovered." The princess protested, trying to not think about her old home.

"You have only been here for two days."

"I do not like it here."

"How about I get you some books?" The blonde offered, trying to help. She heard that the princess loved reading as much as her father does. Seraphina saw the desperate look the blonde had in her eyes, she probably was scared of the Royal Family. Sera wasn't use to that, nor does she want to get used to it. She wanted to be friendly with everyone, why fear her?

"No, let me out." She said, making the healer sigh. "Just for a walk!"

"Princess, patience is a virtue."

"Well, it is a virtue I do not possess." Seraphina said, "Can I leave now? Just for a walk, please!"

"No princess-"

"Please."

"No-"

"Please."

"N-"

"Please!"

"Oh Valhalla!" The healer yelled, making Seraphina laugh. "I will be back shortly." The nurse spoke, rushing out of the room.

"I see you are tormenting the healers." She heard her father call out. She turned her head to see him leaning against the wall, smiling at her. They looked into each other's identical green eyes, the same exact eyes. His eyes were always loving to her, while her eyes were a cloudy mix.

"Yeah...Well, I have nothing better to do. They won't let me out of here."

"You are still very weak."

"I don't care."

"I know you do not, but I do. Therefore, you are staying here." He said, making her roll her eyes. "Are you hungry?"

"Nope."

"Seraphina-"

"I will eat when I am alone."

"Has anyone else visited you?" Her father asked, trying to change the subject. Seraphina is not exactly a girl you could make stay somewhere and that's why she needs to be watched constantly by the healers and guards.

"Well you, Thor, Frigga, Odin a few times, Magni, Hal...and I think that's about it."

"How are you feeling?"

"Oh just perfect."

"You are impatient." He commented

"Like father, like daughter." She replied, rolling her eyes. She started to hate the similarities they shared. "I started reading that spellbook you gave me the other day." She spoke up again, feeling guilty for how she was being. She couldn't help it. She only felt hate for him.

"Hmm, how is it so far?"

"Pretty easy, the maids and healers fall for it a lot. Guards are harder to trick."

"I use to do the same thing-"

"Yeah, I'm sure." She interrupted. A part of Loki felt as if it was better if he left and never came back- that she would be happier without him.

"Odin wished to hold another feast for you." He stated, sitting next to her bed.

"Another one?"

"Yes, as soon as you recover."

"Why?"

"You deserve one."

"I don't know...I get a bad feeling-"

"You are only saying that because are scared. This will be different."

"If you say so." She cut the conversation short, not feeling like opening up to him.

"Trust me, I will not allow anything to ever happen to you," Loki said, staring at his beautiful daughter. She looked sleep-deprived and staved. He noticed the amount of pain her body was going through, it broke him. He noticed the Midgardian clothing, and how she let her hair down naturally. He couldn't help but feel angry noticing the color of her clothes. Sera noticed and it made her happy causing him pain. Making him hurt. Who was she becoming? Loki left and Sera read through the spellbook. 'HEALING SPELL' caught her eye as she read. It was meant to be advanced but Sera was desperate. She put her hands over her body reciting the words, feeling the magic flowing through her body. She exhaled as a light blue came around her. Once she opened her eyes she saw that there was not one scar, cut, or bruise on her body. She felt rejuvenated and alive. Her stomach felt renewed and her skin glowed gorgeously. A smile came across her lips once the nurse gasped seeing her.

"I told you I am fine."

Later that night Sera walked to the arena with an apple in hand. She knew that Sif would be there training late and alone. As she entered she smiled to herself, knowing that she was correct. "Lady Sif," Sera addressed properly, catching an annoyed look from the warrior. Sif stood there, mid fighting stance. Her dark stringy hair was oily and damp from sweat, her face was shiny from how much she was sweating and she was not in proper armor. It was one of the few times she saw Sif without armor.

"Princess, I see that you are recovering well."

"I know you do not like me-"

"Lady S-"

"It's okay. Really. I understand." Sera quickly reassured making Sif fall silent. "If I were you, I wouldn't like me either. I wouldn't trust me. I came to you for your help. I know that it is because you fear Loki that you will help me."

"You have my attention."

"I would like you to train me more. More sessions, harder sessions. Morning and night." Sera spoke, "I need to be stronger. I do not want to be this fragile thing in need of saving, or my father's saving. I do not want anyone's help. You are the greatest warrior here. I want to get out of the shackles my father has put me in. I do not want to rely on his lies of magic and empty promises of protection. I no longer want to rely on love because it is a fake feeling he feels. This must stay between you and me."

Sif stared at the girl, knowing she was right. Sif hated Loki and feared what his influence could have on his powerful child. If he manipulated her then she would take down all of Asgard without a thought. "I will aid you, Princess Sera. But we will meet at our regular training time and have our lighter training. I will meet you here very late at night so no one follows us. You shall be aware that your father uses his magic to spy so be aware of the power. I do not possess what you have."

"Thank you, Sif."

"Oh, and Princess," Sif called to her. "When you train with me there will be no magic allowed understood? I will train you to be a warrior. A true warrior. Not a sorceress."

"Understood."