Thanks everyone for the great response to this story, it definitely encourages me to write more. :) I also wanted to give a shout out to xXxDragonxPhoenixXx who's review was great, and I really appreciate the feedback.

I've gotten a few questions as to where I got the name Vitra from; I actually had a specific meaning in mind, and when I searched for corresponding names, Vitra was the one I liked the most. To find out what it means, however, you'll just have to stay tuned. ;) -KMC

Loki was enjoying the show that S.H.I.E.L.D was putting on for their "prisoner". The thought that they could actually hold him here against his will made him laugh. The fact that they were playing right into his hands made him even more sure that the takeover of this puny world would be easier than he thought.

They even went so far as to put him in the beast's cage, a decision he knew they would soon regret. If he wanted to he could easily escape, but for his plans to work, he need to play the cooperative prisoner for a little while longer. It was unfortunate that he was still weakened from his journey through the portal to this world, but he had the rest of his stay on the flying fortress to regain his strength.

The man who thought himself in charge had warned Loki what would happen should he attempt to make an escape, and although he could not physically leave the cell, it was easy enough to use his magic to manipulate one of the foolish mortals to release him. He had even overheard that Fury was intending to assign him a guard to ensure he did not have a chance to plot an escape. This thought filled him with mirth, for as soon as his would-be guard made himself known, Loki would easily assume control over the man's mind.

As Loki waited for his captors to begin their interrogation of him, he focused his thoughts on the feeling of triumph he would experience once his careful plans for domination succeeded. Maybe then the emptiness and loneliness that gnawed away at him would finally cease, although he doubted it.

Even during his short stint as King of Asgard, Loki had felt even more isolated and different as ever.

I was only ever whole with her, he thought to himself, but at the sound of the chamber doors opening, Loki lost all thoughts of the past and prepared himself to face his unfortunate nanny.

He saw a flash of auburn and a short figure and thought, my god; they've sent a woman to be my guard? How pathetic are these humans? 6 billion of them and not one with a brain…

However his mind went blank when he heard the woman speak. No, this is my mind mutinously playing tricks, Loki thought. She is dead, she was not even human, and there is no way she could be…

When the woman finally turned to face Loki, he felt the air leave his lungs and his heart race to a stop. He felt as if the universe had tilted on its axel leaving him falling into an abyss.

His eyes quickly scanned her startled face; exotic shaped mahogany colored eyes, alabaster skin with full heart-shaped lips. It was not only her physical features that were the same, however; it was the strong, proud brow, the seriousness of her mouth that still showed the lines that were indicative of laughter, the innocent blush that reached the fathomless intelligence of her eyes, and the general kindness of her face.

As soon as Loki's eyes had assured him of her presence, without thinking he rushed towards her, as if he meant to touch her, forgetting the layers of glass in between them. He pounded his fist against the barrier in frustration, and it took all his mental strength to keep him from finding a way out of the cage in that moment, least he should ruin his careful plans.

He had to know, his common sense could not stop the question from escaping his lips, "Vitra…is that you?"

It took Marie a matter of seconds to compose herself after Loki's very presence assaulted her emotions in a way she was not prepared for. She also knew if she was going to keep even this lousy job she would have to make sure that whoever might be watching the monitors could see that she could handle herself against Loki.

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea who you are referring to. Like I said, I am Agent Robertson of S.H.I.E.L.D. and I am going to be taking care of you while you are on the helicarrier."

Taking care of you?, she thought, I'm not taking care of him, I'm just making sure he doesn't pull any tricks while he's here, Marie admonished herself. She saw Loki straighten himself and retreat from the edge of the glass, his cool demeanor restoring itself automatically.

"Of course, you happened to remind me of someone I used to know, but of course, you are nothing other than another human subjugate," said Loki in a smooth voice with a wicked gleam in his eye.

Weird, Marie thought, how he could be so shaken one moment and then calm the next. What was even stranger were her tumultuous emotions that seemed to disagree whether Loki was an enemy to be feared, or something else entirely that spread queer feelings of familiarity and….even she couldn't deny it, feelings of belonging.

Marie approached Loki's prison cautiously, all of her mental guards up. Once she was facing him with only a few layers of glass between her and the intriguing man, she said, "I know you've been asked this by everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D, but I have to try again, where is the Tesseract?"

Loki gave her the oddest look, his eyes sweeping from her eyes to her toes and back again, which made her want to run and put on ten more layers of clothing. A wicked smile graced his perfect face, and he asked slyly, "What are you prepared to give me for the information?"

Marie was astounded. He had not made it known to any of the other agents that he was willing to ransom the whereabouts of the Tesseract. Marie jumped at the bait, "What do you want?"

Loki smiled evilly, a look that should have forewarned Marie of his less than noble intentions, and replied, "Well if you'd like to join me in my humble abode, I'm sure we can work out something…"

Marie rolled her eyes. Figures, I should have known that he would try to pull his tricks with me, being known for mischief. Turning to leave, she huffed, "Well if you have nothing of importance to tell me…."

"Wait," said Loki very quietly.

Marie had no idea why, but the tone of his voice made her stomach drop, and she slowly turned to face the prisoner.

Loki had returned to the very edge of the chamber, his eyes searching hers as if he was trying to find out her secrets. After a moment, he backed away with a smile, "So it seems the little girl they sent to watch me has a few secret tricks of her own."

"What do you mean?" asked Marie, uncomfortable with his leering smile.

"Your mind, my dear, is a closed book to me. I am a master of magic, and if I wanted, I could delve into the minds of every pathetic human on this ship and learn there most intimate secrets, but from you, nothing." Loki laughed humorlessly, and kept going, "I see why they sent you; Fury's secret weapon against any trickery from me. I promise you though; you will receive nothing from me, though you are welcome to try."

Loki took a seat on the opposite end of the cell, and regarded Marie with an amused face. Marie, however, was astounded. Besides the higher-up officials of S.H.I.E.L.D, none of the other agents were privy to her gifts, not even Hawkeye or the Black Widow, yet this infuriatingly handsome captive took one look at her and knew her greatest strength and biggest insecurity.

That was not the only thing he had been right about; while they had been talking, Marie had not realized that she could not hear any of his thoughts. With most people, when she first met them, their thoughts shot out at her like razors, piercing her consciousness, until she regained her mental blockades to keep out rouge thoughts. With Loki, however, it was silent. Even now, when she was actively trying to read him, he was a mysterious blank spot in her mind.

To tell the truth, it's a bit refreshing not having to worry about anyone else's thoughts other than my own, Marie thought to herself.

"How did you know about my….gifts?" Marie demanded of Loki.

A small smirk appeared on Loki's face, as he stared right into Marie's eyes.

"Oh, my dear, I know more about you than I think you know about yourself," Loki goaded.

Marie was taken aback by this statement, and immediately became furious that this alien thought he could play with her.

"Tell me," Marie demanded in an angered voice.

Loki laughed, appearing pleased that his bait had been taken, approached the glass, "Let me guess; you are an orphan, and you have no idea who your parents were or where you come from. You have these "gifts", as you call them, and you have no clue how or why you were the one to receive them," at this point, Loki's voice dropped very low in order not to be overheard and he turned his intense gaze onto Marie, "you feel utterly and hopelessly alone, an outcast wherever you go, for even though no one knows what you are capable of, their instincts still warn them that they are dealing with someone who doesn't belong, who might not even be…human."

Marie had been entranced while Loki spoke, floored that he knew so much about her and how she felt, but his last remark hit too close to home, and with that she turned and ran from the room, tears beginning to fall when she realized that it took a hostile and merciless murder to confirm what she had felt all her life, that she did not belong on this world.

The last thing she heard before the doors closed was Loki's manic laughter following her out of the horrid prison.

Review please! -KMC