Yay! So, I'm literally in the middle of writing chapter 5. I'm WARNING you guys right now. It's pretty graphic stuff and really Dark!Loki. I'm taking things pretty far just for that single chapter.

But, this is the lovely chapter 4.

I hope you enjoy it!


"God help me," Rebecca sneered quietly to herself as she moved down the sidewalk. She saw various windows shattered, a few overturned cars, lamp posts cracked right at the center, and the ground itself molted and deformed. Manhattan was a waste land after the alien attack. A few orange trucks drove by with the intention of cleaning the mess, but it seemed they were already filled from their previous stops.

Regardless, the Editor's mind was far off from thinking about the damage of the city. She was thinking of something very different. 36 hours. Well, more like 28 hours from now. The woman had worked through the rest of the day, passing and admitting articles on fashion, business, and stocks. She even held some job interviews to make up for the 13 she had fired.

But what choice did she really have to make in 28 hours?

Not much of one, considering she was not going to go with the enemy. What sort of bone did Loki want to pick with her anyways? Yes, she rendered him helpless by just standing in one spot, and truthfully, that almost scared her. One moment Loki was performing his mind-control tricks and the next he was withering on the floor. To Rebecca, this scene quite literally happened in a blink of an eye.

Rebecca wondered why she had kept that part of their interaction a complete and utter secret from the team. She didn't know why, but she felt as if she couldn't expose that man more than what he already experienced. She felt pity for him, possibly even sympathy.

The sky above her darkened with black, swirling storm clouds. The sound of thunder clashed, roaring prominently and defiantly throughout the sky. Lights flashed, the sky boomed. Slowly, the night grew darker and darker as the stars were overcast with cumulonimbus clouds; the sky was turning into the blackest of abysses. Rebecca snorted bitterly, talking to the sky and referring to the only thing that could have stopped Loki,"You should have came last night."

A flash of lightning.

"And why is that?"

Rebecca could feel herself halt, only to emit a low growl. She rolled her eyes, because she knew exactly who owned that strong, powerful voice with such a clear unearthly accent. Only one person, if he was even called a person, would appear and address another during a storm. A thunder storm. Everything seems to work out perfectly when Rebecca doesn't want it to. She wasn't being literal when she spoke to the sky only moments before.

The women snapped, "Why is it everyone likes to sneak up behind me."

She whipped her head around to see a figure standing beneath a single, flickering lamp post surrounded by pure darkness. The yellow light reflected off a beautiful head of long, golden hair. The stature of the figure was larger than most men, and the sight of a red cape could be distinguished. In his hand, was a hammer. Thor's hammer.

"You know about my brother," The man said aloud, automatically identifying himself as Thor(as if the physical description wasn't enough). Rebecca glanced around her surroundings for a moment, finding the street empty and eerily black. Of course she would be alone. Of course. Rebecca pursed her lips, taking a beat to herself, and then walked forwards. "He came to abduct Tony Stark's assistant. That's what I know."

Thor stayed in the glow, his crystal aquamarine eyes finally coming in contact with Rebecca's as she entered the circle of florescent light. He frowned a bit, cocking his head,"He spoke nothing?"

"Well, yes, he spoke, but nothing of importance."

She could tell the god was discomforted by this. He shifted in his position, his arms crossing one another. Thor seemed to gaze deep into her, without even knowing who she really was and vise versa. But he persisted,"And how do you know?"

"That he spoke nothing of importance? Well, that is just common sense and-"

"How, do you know?" Thor interrupted, a snarl almost appearing on his upper lip. Instantly, something shook deep within Rebecca. She remembered that feeling when she first met Loki. Fear. Complete fear and the fake courage that came with it. Yes, she was living on anger for the entire day since her office meeting with the God of Mischief, but the man before her seemed to, with a single glare, reduce her to nothing. Rebecca instantly felt inferior from his instinctual motion. A piece of dirt on the ground. An ant to a giant.

Rebecca felt so small in that moment as she simply replied,"Perhaps... I don't know." It was what he wanted her to say, right? Thor nodded his head, before he spoke again,"Are you going somewhere now?"

That was an odd question. The woman was slightly taken aback, her eyes searching his for a moment, her brows furrowed. Her lips parted, the red lipstick still immaculate against her pale skin. Thor somehow, found this interesting and smiled at her. His eyes watched the brown orbs carefully, waiting, looking...

"No, I don't believe I am."

"Care for a walk?"


"Wait!" Rebecca yelped, her last verbal form of protest.

It was as if everything was planned. This entire encounter with the god; she hadn't just met him on an random empty street. He knew exactly who she was. All of these moments, however small, were intricately weaved and interlocked. Thor knew what was about to happen better than anyone else. It was his plan; he watched her for a reaction. It wasn't fair, of course, and Rebecca wanted to test how strong his armor when in his groin after she'd kick him. This is assault. Rebecca, was furious. This was not part of simply 'going for a walk'.

Some people clearly, although it might seem, do not speak english. Going for a walk is with the intention of walking on the bare ground. But, when Thor twisted his arm strongly around the small of Rebecca's waist, she knew something in her train of thought was horribly misconstrued.

Without another word of retort, Rebecca saw the sight of god-like proportions. The large hammer in Thor's hand began to spin, faster and faster as if a it were a blade. A propeller. Her mouth opened ever so slightly in amazement at the unearthly sight.

But, she didn't think she'd be flying. Suddenly, her body was whisking through the sky's limitless atmosphere. Wind rustled her pony tail, and with the sort of speed the god was moving, removed the tie that held back her brown locks, releasing her mess of curls.

Thor was flying. He held onto the small of her back with almost a gentle touch, but she knew he was attempting to not crush her under his surreal strength.

At first, Rebecca was about to shout at the rash action taken by Thor moments after take off, telling him to put her down, but the sight of the thunderous sky took her by surprise. The god had taken her above the clouds to watch over an endless blanket of blackened sky, where strikes of white light were flashing in response to thunderous roars. They were above the thunderstorm. The image was unlike anything. She felt the electricity in the area around her, inside of her. It was invigorating and indescribable but for becoming one with the storm. It was the most beautiful feeling that somehow warmed her soaring heart. This was nature. True nature. It was instantaneous.

Rebecca felt the wind rustle her hair back, and in that moment, she forgot that there was a god that was the cause of her flight. She felt infinite, solely on her own. She was her own self, flying over the miraculous thunderstorm. Rebecca's eyes fell shut, and even her mouth turned up in a small smile. She became the storm with it's rage, power, pride. It was a never ending feeling of flight. She felt comforted. She felt in control.

The gray clouds shifted slightly below, and before she knew it, there was no more sky. There was no more weightless, freeing motions. The electricity ceased to fuel her motions and brighten her dark eyes.

Rebecca was breathing heavily. She stumbled against a hard, concrete floor, feeling a hand hold her shoulders in an attempt to steady her. Rebecca's eyes were wide, as finally, the area around her came into focus.

She was in a large, what appeared to be, landing chamber. Behind her, a 20 foot door to the outside storm closed shut. She was in an aircraft, from the looks of it. Rebecca twisted her head around to see the room bare, except for a red dial that she was currently on. A landing pad? Finally, she glanced up to her side to see Thor watching her.

They stared at one another for a good while. He studied her face, before Rebecca's morphed. She was pissed. She took a step back from his, raising a hand up and saying harshly,"'Care for a walk?' I can't even. You don't speak English." With that, she whirled around and exited into the aircraft out of the sliding glass doors .


How? How did he find you? Why did you go with him? Why?


After Thor discovered Rebecca by the engine room, huffing and puffing about, he apologized thoroughly to get her to their original destination. He had a large space for them set up with a 8 foot-tall, 3D circular projection screen in the center. The image was of a planet, one that Rebecca didn't know and couldn't identify. She entered the room, still pissed, and found that even her anger was irrational at this point. The flight was exhilarating, but she still couldn't get over the fact that he, in a way, abducted her like a helpless damsel.

Gods and their superior complex.

Rebecca took note that in the room, there were a few seats facing one another and nearby, what appeared to be a bar-like structure with several alcoholic bottles on top. It seemed like a friendly, easy environment. But, there was this gut feeling that the meeting was not for formalities... It was about what Rebecca didn't say... What she didn't reveal this morning to Tony Stark about what happened last night.

The Editor walked into the room and Thor motioned to the seats,"Please, if you will kindly." Rebecca nodded her head silently, before allowing her body to settle in the white plush chair. She took note that somewhere along this journey, Thor had lost much of his formal attire. His armor was simply a chest plate and he nor longer had his red cape or mallet. He too sat down opposite of her.

"Last night," Thor began,"Loki, my brother, ruptured your living space and demanded to possession Virginia Potts. Am I wrong?"

So he already assumed he was right. Rebecca was simply attesting to his validity, while also, in a way, being interrogated. This would be the second time today she had to deal with questions beyond reason.

"Correct."

"He never achieved his goal."

Rebecca licked the corner of her lip as a sign of annoyance,"Obviously. She should be in the company of Stark as we speak."

Thor inhaled deeply,"Your abrasive nature will not assist me."

"I never signed up to be an assistant," Rebecca sharply replied, crossing her legs and her arms as her eyes narrowed.

The god understood at that moment that beating around the bush would only anger the woman before he got to his point. She was strong, that was clear. But she was also very naive in ways she could never account for. Her childish mannerisms were going to be difficult to comply with. Thor just had to spoon feed this information to her with patience. He had to try and put up with Rebecca to get to the end of this.

"Of course," Thor nodded, before continuing, "I had examined the sight only this afternoon after you and the team had fled the scene. Upon inspection, I discovered a marvelous feat of craftsmanship and beauty."

"It's a rotting room of-" Rebecca interjected, only to be cut off by Thor. She was slightly taken aback. It was, in the slightest, humbling.

"No," Thor interrupted. He hesitated, before he carefully stood up and spun his body around. He made his way to the bar, announcing,"The appearance of the bar is for formalities. The true gem is inside." His hand then touched one of the bottles of alcohol, but tilted it horizontal to the bar's flat countertop. It was a secret lever! Suddenly, the bar itself began to, mechanically, separate and reveal an item inside.

Rebecca's eyes widened, her body moving on its own towards Thor and the not-so-much-of-a-bar-but-a-secret-storage-box. Inside the box was a sword that was silver and cyan. It was cushioned in a white fluff and illuminated in a soft, colorless glow. The hilt stretched upwards in a curving pattern, the edges forming intricate circles that swirled the colors together into brilliant hues. It was beautiful.

"I found a sword lodged deep into the floor, hidden by the bed," Thor said aloud,"but it was unused. I was curious as to how it was possible for the others to overlook the item, for even you can marvel at its unique stature."

"Why is this important?" Rebecca spoke, her voice quieter than her previous tones. In fact, it was almost timid. Her eyes were attached to the sword. That was the sword she made with parts of rubble.

Thor thought of his words carefully. He needed to say this with delicacy,"Ancient magic. Transmutation. It's old Asgardian magic that had manipulated in a multitude of ways over the years, spreading across the universe and eventually dying."

Then, he took a breath before he finished his statement.

"This is the first transmutation in over 1000 human years."


His feet landed hard onto the destroyed grounds. Dust flew up from the impact, raising into the air around him. The God of Thunder hesitated before entering the room. There was always, by chance, something overlooked. Stark had explained that the scene had been thoroughly checked for traps or any after-effects. Banner assured the God that there were no signs of Loki's signature Gamma-Ray trails and Loki did flee the scene.

Thor found this hard to believe. What more, was that both women came out of the incident nearly unscathed. Loki, if he wished, would have ripped out their hearts and used them for his own doing. Yet, both managed to survive. That is truly the reason behind his investigation.

What stopped Loki?

What stopped the God of Mischief from accomplishing his goal, for he easily could have. Loki was aware that Thor was unable to get to him right away, for Thor was unaware of Loki's planned and instantaneous escape from Asgard. There must have been something that frightened his brother... Something must have happened that the Avengers have overlooked. Therefore, Thor began to move through the destroyed area in search of anything important.

After was seemed like hours of searching, Thor saw it.

Dull and lodged into the floor right underneath the bed was the faint glimmer of white. It was covered with the shredded black bed's comforter. Thor easily lifted the bed and tossed it aside, only to remove the object and brush off the torn material. He couldn't believe his eyes.


1000 human years. Ancient Magic... Not just... a bluff?

Shit.

Rebecca hid the sword as best as she could before anyone arrived. Yes, she was trying to hide her abilities for S.H.I.E.L.D, still. Therefore, why not hide the evidence that you did do something miraculous, such as transmutation? It was clearly a failed attempt to hide it for someone who was specifically looking for something that would scare away Loki. The team was looking for the next move, traces that could show where Loki moved. Not what had happened, because Rebecca dismissed what happened as soon as she could.

And of course, Thor would be the one to find it. Rebecca only knew how to construct items at will, not the other way around. She was terrified of that aspect, actually. She had performed it a few times when she lost control. Once again... the lava in Stark Tower.

"So where did this come from?" Thor asked, his voice holding that god-like tone to it as he stared down to the smaller human. "Your apartment, this appears. Even if it was not from the battle itself, it was in your possession before hand. I must know where you retrieved this item and from whom."

Rebecca's eyes remained locked on the sword. Her mouth parted to answer, but she couldn't. No words came out. She couldn't even look at the God. She was speechless. If she said she didn't know, he'd know she was lying. But she didn't want to tell him. She wanted to be human and act human and LIVE as a human should live. Hell, Rebecca knew she was human, but ancient magic? Doesn't that suggest something she doesn't know? Perhaps Thor was wrong in his evaluation, because Rebecca wasn't some alien space junkie...

"Tell me," Thor spoke again, this time his voice was stronger... He was demanding the information.

But Rebecca didn't get it. Loki didn't care about the sword. It wasn't the sword nor the transmutation that sent him away. It was something else and Rebecca knew it. This wasn't it. So why did Thor want to know about the maker of the sword?

The girl kept her gaze on the sword, her eyes softening a bit,"If you never tell a soul, for I promised to the maker to keep secrecy."

Thor exhaled in relief. She was going to tell him. His head bowed, his eyes still staring Rebecca,"Of course. I swear it on my throne. Who made it?"

It was that moment Rebecca lifted her gaze to meet his. Her expression was almost pained, quite out of character for someone like herself. Rebecca's lips parted, her body almost refusing to say the words as a thin layer of tears brushed over her orbs,"I did."

She watched Thor's face change. It was from almost a pleading look to one of understanding. It was as if he expected her and he finally got the satisfaction of hearing the words himself. What an asshole.

Thor didn't speak a word as Rebecca hastily moved away from the large display case. He watched her move back to the seats, plopping down before she ran her fingers through her wild hair. She was upset to tell the truth?

"Why does it bother you to wield such great-"

"Great?" Rebecca snapped, her head whipping to face Thor. He was now significantly closer to her, only a meter away. God speed. He glanced down to her, before kneeling by her side. His blue eyes held a sense of worry and compassion. It was as if he were trying to understand what was going on, what was going through this human's head.

Rebecca felt her guard dropping, slowly decaying. She never told anyone, besides Stark and Pepper. And even that was difficult. She didn't want to admit she was anything possibly more than a human.

"Because," Rebecca began, her voice shaking slightly,"I hate this. This makes me weak. I don't want any of it. Nothing. I don't want to be responsible for saving lives. I don't want S.H.I.E.L.D to know, because as soon as they find out, I'm one of their test dummies.

"I'm traveling and fighting. I'd rather sit in my room and write articles on events than be the cause of it. 'Bridge collapsed. It simply deteriorated.' That's probably, 9 times out of 10, going to be me. I can't control this power. I don't want to control this. I just want it to leave.

"Everyone wants to be extraordinary, do more things for the world. And yet I just want them to leave me alone. I just want silence. I want so many things and yet I get this shit since I was only a babe."

The girl's face morphed. She swallowed deeply, inhaling a deep breath,"You may think it's wonderful but it's a curse. I'm disgusted with myself."

A lone tear fell down her cheek.

Silence.

Thor frowned, worry etching into his face. Thor was a compassionate person, but he didn't quite understand where she was coming from. She hated the power of creation. Figures. No wonder why she kept it to herself all this time, but still. She feared her own being. That was something to be hesitant about. Rebecca was showing her weakness.

The man shifted his gaze to the floor. He didn't watch her while she attempted to regain control of her emotions. She kept up such a strong facade as a human, but as hero, a fighter? She wasn't. She wasn't built for this life. Rebecca was a paradox in itself.

She could do great things, she could do horrible things. She just needed to control... Control. This was about control.

"He offered you control," Thor whispered in realization, his orbs flickering up to meet Rebecca's reddened eyes,"That is why you said nothing happened. You did not want to admit your weakness. That is why Loki left without hurting you. He gave you a choice."

Not quite, but close enough.

Rebecca didn't say anything but shook her head. She sniffled, before replying weakly,"You know him well."

"When does he expect an answer?"

"Tomorrow night."

Thor nodded his head,"Right. You will go with him."


Thor is agreeing? What is going on?

I apologize for any spelling/grammar errors I missed... If you find any, please let me know. I sort of rushed to check this one over for mistakes.

What did you think? I'm not IN LOVE with this chapter... I thought it was really fantasy-ish and something that's a turn off.

But I assure you, the next chapter is a GOOD chapter. The next chapter is why this story needs an M rating... Tell me in a review what you strongly protest against(and what you thought of this chapter) because I will be pushing limits with Dark!Loki.

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