Eyra screamed at them to stop but they just continued. She watched as their arms went up then fell back down. Tears fell as she heard the whimpers and cried coming from the puppy under their dirty hands. She struggled to get out of their grasp, pleaded for them to stop, to leave her puppy alone but they just laughed. She thrashed, her dark brown hair getting knotted as she kicked, clawed, rolled, anything to get away. Anything to get to her friend. "STOP! STOP IT! PLEASE! LEAVE HIM ALONE!"

They laughed, shoving her to the ground. "Fine, we'll just beat you instead."

Her eyes grew wide as a foot collided with her ribs, making her body curl in on its self. She raised her eyes to look them in the face, fear evident in her brown irises. Another kick came and she had a split second to look over at her puppy before another blow came, this time to her face. She felt her whole head vibrate, like her brain was shaking, hitting the walls of her skull. She heard screaming, their screaming and when she opened her eyes, she saw flames. She screamed, trying to escape the fire but soon realized she was the fire. Her whole body was alight with blue flames, burring her clothes, the grass, lighting the tree she was under, rising high into the sky.

"Help! Somebody! ANYBODY!" She screamed, falling to her knees as the kids ran away, their parents and anyone who was around retreating to safety. No one came for her, no one came close. Everyone ran. Her eyes grew wide when she saw her mother standing on the edge of the crowd that was now forming, eyes wide in horror. "MOMA! MOMA PLEASE HELP ME!" She tried to stand up but after two steps, fell back down so instead she crawled, trying so desperately to reach her mother but with every step she took, her mother took two backwards. Her screams became whimpers as she collapsed completely on the ground. "M…m…momma…."Her tears became streams as she saw a look she would never forget, the look of fear in her own mother's eyes.

Loki sat in the chair facing the girl tied to a beam in one of the old houses. After she had been knocked out, he carried her into an old house and tied her up, having no care for where the young Frost Giant ran off. That was Thor's problem. He sat perfectly still, eyes glued to her unconscious form, taking in every detail. Her face was bruised, covered in dirt and blood. Sharp cheekbones and pale lips and Loki guessed that had she been in a different situation, the girl would have been rather beautiful. Her thin arms were tied behind her back, dirty brown skin covering her thin bones. Her wrists were all too thin, showing clear signs of starvation. His eyes followed her arms up to her shoulders, they were thin but defined showing with some food and proper living this girl could fair well in a fight. Her chest was slightly exposed, showing a good amount of cleavage and Loki almost felt bad for not covering her up. Her dress was torn, ripped up the sides and cut off above her knees. He was a cruel, harsh, cold hearted person was he wasn't a pervert. As evil as he was, he knew where the line was when it came to women and he could only rise to his feet and find some sort of clothing for the girl. He searched the house, trying to find anything that wasn't too rank but not having much luck. He sighed, took another look at the girl in the corner then walked out to find her something to wear.

After an hour Loki returned to the house, new dress in hand. He entered the house and silently thanked the gods she was still passed out. He crouched next to her, placing a small spell on her to ensure she wouldn't wake up while he changed her. His long fingers pealed the dirty dress off her body, his eyes never resting on anything for more time than needed but he found himself staring at the scars that covered her stomach, her ribs all to clear in her chest and he knew she couldn't have been more than 70lbs. They ran like skeleton fingers down her back, sides and flowed to her thighs. Most were old, he could tell at how much they were healed but some were new, only a few weeks maybe at most. Her whole body was bruised and he frowned, knowing that he was the cause of some of them. Shaking his head, he lifted her up, sliding the simple green dress over her then setting her back down.

He couldn't start feeling bad for this girl. She was just a thief with magic. Magic he needed and he would use her for all she had because that's who he was. He used people and yet he found himself battling his emotions all to quickly. He had to break her. She knew what he was and yet she still challenged him, still refused to back down. He couldn't have that. He sat back in the chair, resuming his position of watching her, assessing her. She was strong, had a defiance that reminded him of Sif, even with how frail she looked or how weak her body was supposed to be and he couldn't help but wonder if it was all an act. If every move she made caused her pain and she just never showed it.

Her head tossed to the left suddenly, her mouth opening into a moan. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing soft brown irises filled with fear. "SOMEBODY!" She lurched forward screaming, as if her body was puling herself out of the dream but realized too quickly that her hands were tied and she was on the floor somewhere. Her heart raced, fear spreading though her body. "What the…."

"Good morning."

Her eyes shot over to the man sitting in the chair, his long black hair slicked back resting on his green armor covered shoulders. Loki.

"What do you want?" Her voice was laced with venom and her face changed from the soft expression to a hard one in .5 seconds.

Loki chuckled, leaning back in the chair. "What does a prince ever want?"

Eyra glared. "A good prince or you?"

He leaned forward, a coy smile on his lips. "How's the headache?"

Eyra held her glare, ignoring the throbbing pain behind her eyes. "Don't have one."

"Of coarse you don't." He shifted in the chair, resting his chin in the palm of his hands. "Why do you do it?"

Eyra looked at him confused and taken back by how relaxed he had become. "Excuse me?"

"Fight, defy the laws forcing yourself to always be on the run. What are you so afraid of?" his bright green orbs looking at her with genuine curiosity.

She glared up at him, her defenses rising. "I was never very good at taking orders."

He stood up from his chair, couching down in front of her and took her chin in his hand. Dark eyes bored into hers. "Well you better start learning." He tossed her head to the side and left the room. She sat back, watching him leave and sighed when he shut the door. She wiggled her arms, testing the restraints but knew it was futile. It was then that she realized she was in different clothing. The green cloth felt soft on her skin, flowing smoothly down her chest and her cheeks flushed red when she thought about the fact that he would have had to seen her exposed to change her. That means he saw her scars, how skinny she was, how nasty she truly looked. The door opened and Loki walked in with a plate of food and the smell alone made Eyra want to moan. Loki set the food down in front of her and sat back in the chair.

He looked at her expectantly before asking "What's wrong?"

"How am I supposed to eat with my hands behind my back?" She glared up at him but had a hint of amusement in her eyes.

There was a clicking sound as all the doors were locked, sealed tight so she couldn't escape. Loki stood up and cut the bonds on her wrists and nodded at her, motioning to the plate of food. "I know you're hungry."

She sighed and her fingers grasped the chicken, scarfing it down, chugging the water that was next to it. She ate the apple quickly as well as the potatoes and within a few minutes the plate was licked clean. She sat back when she was done, rubbing her wrists to sooth the pain her bonds had caused her. After a few moments of silence, she looked up at him, waiting for him to speak. Her mind raced, thinking about her situation. She was trapped, locked in a house with the man she had hated for so long. It wasn't just him she hated though, she hated his family but then again, it wasn't really his family. He was a broken man, lost and angry. Liza was right. "oh my god."

Loki looked up at her, wondering what she had suddenly remembered. He jumped a little when she shot up, fire in her eyes. "Where is she?!" He opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "Where is Liza?! What did you do to her?!" She took a step forward, hands shaking with a rage she hadn't felt in years. The thought of him hurting Liza sent her into a furry.

"She ran off." Loki shrugged, not finding the angry girl in front of her a threat.

"You just….let her go?" Eyra asked suspiciously but knew she needed to calm herself down. She didn't need him to know what she could do…..what she was truly capable of.

Loki shrugged "I wasn't after her."

Fire was still in Eyra's eyes, her fists clenched as she stared him down. She tilted her head in mockery. "Funny how you seem to care more about a race of monsters than the people who raised you, saved you even." She laughed. "And for what? For you to turn around and rip their backs open? After everything they did for you, you just…." Her sentence was cut short by a pale hand around her throat. Her back slammed against the wall, making a sickening crack. Loki's face hovered inches from her own, rage swirling in his deep green orbs. "You know nothing you worthless piece of trash. You didn't have to grow up like I did."

Eyra gasped for breath, black dots burling her vision. "You right. I didn't. I never grew up in a palace, filled with nice things, good people and a family who gave a shit." She brought her knee up, hitting him in the stomach gasping again as he let her go in pain. She fell to the floor, her weak legs crumbling underneath her as her hair fell in her face. "My own mother left me after she found out what I was but yours." Eyra laughed. "Yours stayed with you. She took you in, loved you knowing full well you were the monster parents tell their children abut at night. So don't act for second like the world is against you, like you don't have a choice. Nobody threw you in the streets for what you are." Tears fell down her face as she hid her eyes behind her long brown hair. Sadness mixed with rage consumed her as her body shook with a surge of emotions she swore to block away. Damn him, damn him for making her do this, for opening up old wounds and pouring salt in them like she was a slug on his windowsill. She felt her body growing weaker and sighed, closing her eyes and succumbing to the darkness once more.

Liza ran through the jungle, pushing branches and twigs out of her way as her breath became ragged. She couldn't stop, she just couldn't. They were after her, all of them were after her. Tears streamed down her blue face as she didn't have the energy to keep up her Asuardian appearance any longer.

"Stop!" A booming voice yelled from behind her but she refused to listen. She couldn't. They would hurt her. They would kill her. Her bare feet moved swiftly, jumping over leaves and tree roots, her hands pushing herself back up every time she fell down. She cried out when her ankle slipped in a hole, snapping and twisting, her whole body collapsing to the ground. Her hands shook as she looked back at her now bleeding ankle. She pushed her self back up only fall again in pain.

"Child." Her eyes grew wide as she looked up to find a woman smiling above her. Her pale face was shaped perfectly around her bright blue eyes. Liza gasped, scooting away but not getting very far as her ankle would not allow it. "Shh…child. Do not be afraid. I mean you no harm."

"Hey!" the booming voice that was chasing her was getting closer, the owner stopping suddenly.

The woman turned, still standing next to Liza. "Thor. What business do you have chasing this young child?"

Thor stared wide eyed, his mouth slightly open at the woman before him. "She is a frost giant."

The woman shook her head. "Clearly not a harmful one. Tell me, why do you chase her?" Before Thor could answer, she raised her hand and a faint glow appeared at her finger tips, before the sky lit up in a bright light. "Ish na nhul sum ego vertia vila tus amicus!" The light faded and the trees withered, rain falling from the sky before Liza passed out on the now muddy ground. She heard faint cries from Thor before her entire world went black.

Liza awoke on a soft bed, her eyes fluttered open looking around the room she found herself placed in. The walls were made of clay, wooden windows placed on the left wall. The ceiling was covered in over grown roots and vines, a wooden table with several bowls and cups sat in the corner. The door opened softly and the woman's head appeared round the corner. "Oh, you're up." She smiled, walking over to Liza's bedside holding a class of water. "Here, this will make you feel better."

"Who are you?" Liza looked up at the woman skeptically. "Why did you help me?"

"Not everyone is out to get you my child" The woman smiled, sitting down next to her. "But if it eases your mind, then I shall tell you. My name is Evengelina. I am a mystic of the forest. You may call me Eve."

Liza sat up straighter, eyes wide at what she was being told. "A mystic…." She whispered to herself though she knew Eve could hear her. "Why?"

Eve reached her hand out to brush a strand of hair from Liza's face. "Because you will be the change of everything."

"Me?" Liza raised her eyebrow. "I don't understand."

Eve's hand shifted, her finger touching where Liza's heart rested in her chest. "Your heart. It is what guides you, you must follow it and all shall change. You will be free my child but you must guide the prince."

"What does Loki have to do with anything?"

"Loki, he holds so much hate in his heart it bleeds through his veins like black blood, consuming him. You must show him he is not a monster. Only you can save him."

Liza sighed, taking everything in. She looked up when she felt a pat on her leg. "But enough of what the future will bring. Come, let us focus on the present. Are you hungry?"

Eve stood up, reaches a hand out to Liza, helping her stand as well. She smiled down at the child, placing a hand on her back before leading her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. A wave of wonderful smells hit her nose as she entered. The whole kitchen was alive with the sent of vanilla, coco bean, cinnamon, huckleberry, honey and mango. The windows were open, providing natural light into the beautifully decorated kitchen. Eve walked over to the table, pulling out some bread, chicken and beans and Liza watched as she cooked everything, often asking if she could be of any help. Eve would simple smile and tell her to go sit or playfully shoo her out of the kitchen making Liza laugh. Liza sat on the torn up couch in the center of the room, leaning back after setting her plate down. "Eve?"

Eve looked up from her own food, noting that Liza had finished hers. "Yes?"

Liza smiled, a true smile. Something she hadn't done in what felt like forever. 'Thank you."

"You mean to tell me you lost her?!" Odin's voice boomed though out the throne room, Thor's head lowered in respect.

"Father, she was not lost. She was being protected." Thor raised from his kneeling position to look his father in the eyes.

"By who? Who dares protect a frost giant in the land of Odin?" Rage swirled in the single good eye of the king.

"A mystic. One of the forest. Father please forgive me but I knew better than to attack a mystic." Thor looked up at his father with pleading eyes. He knew his father wanted this child captured but the risk of getting involved with a mystic was far to great for one frost giant.

Odin sat back down on his throne, his eyes filled with thought. "What would a mystic want with a frost giant?" He looked up at his son before another thought occurred. "Where is Loki?"

Thor took another step forward. "He is…"

"I am right here All-Father. Forgive me for my tardiness. I was still out searching when I heard the news. I came right away." Loki stepped out of the shadows, his hands behind his back. Thor sighed, never really used to his brother's disappearing and reappearing act. "Mystics are a solitary race, keeping themselves out of affairs such as these. Are you positive it was a Mystic that prevented you from retrieving the girl and not just a witch?" Loki eyed his brother in a questioning manor. Of coarse he knew it was most likely the same mystic that had appeared to him no less than a week ago.

"I am sure of it brother." Thor looked from Loki to Odin. "Father, please believe me."

Loki inwardly shivered, cringing at how Thor was so painfully oblivious to his true blood line. He smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Then I will look into the matter. I am sure there are answers within the forest which she dwells." He turned on his heal, making his way to the door when Thor called him back.

"Loki best mind your tongue with this one. Mystics are not creatures to be meddling with."

Loki smirked, his back to Thor. "Never would I dream of it brother."

2 Weeks Later

Eyra groaned, fist pounding on the door as she sighed. "I'm never getting out of here!" She had tried everything to get out. Her nails were bloody and her fists bruised from pounding them on the walls and windows. Everything was re-enforced by magic too strong for her to break. It had been several days since Loki had returned, several weeks since she had been locked in this place to begin with. She had grown used to being in here but with Loki having not returned yet, her hunger was getting to her. She had lost several pounds and her body was getting weaker by the second. She fell to the floor, letting out a whimper of misery before drifting off into a frustrated sleep.

Eyra cried, holding her knees close to her chest as she looked at the bloody dog in front of her. Its dirty white fur was mixed with blood as its breathing was so shallow if you weren't looking, you would have never known it was breathing at all. They had done this to her puppy. They had hurt it because it was her friend. She whipped the tears from her face, crawling over to the whimpering dog and taking it into her tiny arms. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." Her tears fell into the dogs fur as she felt its tiny heart stop beating. She let out a loud choking cry as the dog died in her arms. "No….no..no…please…no…don't leave me….please." She sobbed, burring her face into the puppy's soft fur. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, miss. Are you ok?" Eyra looked up to see a young boy about her age with raven hair and a pale face looking down at her. His bright green eyes held worry as he slowly approached her. "Is that your puppy?"

Eyra frowned, crying once more as she nodded. The boy frowned. "What happened?"

"They….they….he was my friend and they…" She cried, her tiny fingers griping the puppy. The boy frowned again, looking from Eyra to the puppy. "I can't bring him back but….." The boy looked down at the grass, picking up a flower before his eyes started to glow. Her tears gained a blue tint to it, lifting off her face and turning into a butterfly, fluttering around and landing on the flower he was holding. He handed her the flower and smiled. "Don't cry."

Eyra was about to speak when a blond boy came running up behind the raven haired one. "Brother! Father wishes to gain our presence!"

The raven haired boy smiled. "I must be going! It was nice to meet you!" He ran next to the blond boy, looking back and waiving behind him.

She suddenly stood up and shouted "Hey! What's your name?!" She stood, clutching the flower close to her chest and watched as he ran away, most likely not hearing her question.

Eyra shot up, breathing heavily from her dream. She reached a hand up to touch her cheek and found tears. She whispered to herself. "Don't cry."

The front door opened and Loki stood with a large bag in his hands. "I do apologize for not returning sooner but I had more pressing matters." He paused, taking note of her tears. "Did you miss me that much?" He laughed, setting the bag down and pulling out quite a bit of food. Eyra sniffed, wiping her eyes and glaring. "no."

As he stood up, she took note of his features. Bright green eyes, sharp cheekbones famed by long raven hair. He handed her a piece of bread and she looked down at it before slowing taking it, eyes still on his face. Her face fell to look at the bread now in her hands, mind flashing back to the flower in her dreams. All at once her defenses dropped. "Can you turn tears into butterflies?" She looked up at him, ignoring his shocked face.

"Excuse me?" His eyebrows pulled together in a confused expression.

"When I was younger, I had this puppy and he died….."

Loki scoffed, "I care not for your tragic childhood stories."

Eyra glared up at him. "No. You used to be kind once. You used to care. What happened Loki?"

Loki glared at her. "What would you know of how I used to be?"

"Because you turned my tears into butterflies once. You found me crying in a field. You said you couldn't bring my puppy back but…..and then you…you made me smile." Eyra stood up. "Do you remember?"

Loki turned his back to her. "I have no use for such trivial memories. It was a long time ago. I have very few memories from then. Especially of some random girl and her dead dog."

Eyra took a step closer, placing her hand on his shoulder. "I think you do remember. I think you just don't want to but why Loki?" Her voice was soft, almost motherly.

Loki turned, an evil glare on his face as he brought his hand down across her face. "Do. Not. Touch. Me."

She gasped, her hand holding her cheek as tears welled in her eyes. "I'm sorry I….." Her eyes moved around the room, searching for anything to focus on.

The rain was cold on Eyra's skin as she stood outside, pleading her mother not to. Begging her to stay. "Please, please Moma! I need you! No!" Her mother gripped her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug before quickly shoving her into the bushes behind the house.

"You stay here. No matter what, don't you move from this spot you hear me?"

Eyra cried, begging her mother not to go but she knew there was nothing she could do to keep her mother there with her. "Why can't you just come? Please!"

Lighting stuck the sky, lighting everything up showing Eyra exactly why her mother couldn't stay. Hundreds of men were marching closer, swords and shields in hand. A red flag waived high in the sky signaling the Asgardian amry was approaching.

Her face grew hard once more and she slowly sunk back into her cold self. When she turned back to him, her eyes blazed with a hate she hadn't felt in years. She felt her fingers grow hot and she knew the flames were coming but she didn't care. He did this. They all did. They created the monster that was going to destroy them.

Slowly she spoke, her voice was low almost a whisper but it was enough for Loki to hear. Black eyes looked up at him and a sharp toothed smile held a sick grin.

One word was all he heard before all Hell broke loose.

"Revenge"