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Rebecca found herself in a bedroom.
Her eyes were slowly opening to a beautiful, elaborate room. It was golden lined with a cream white basis; the colors throughout the room managed to display elegance behind curving structures and grand displays. Somehow, even though Rebecca couldn't put her finger on it, she thought she had been in this room before. But, the memory was beyond hazy, as if it were not her own memory... as if she were looking into someone else's mind.
That was not a good sign. It never was.
The girl sat up, yawning, and shaking out her curled locks. Yes, she took a nice hot bath last night and remained in the tub for a long, long time. It was her way of relaxation after all the built up stress. It in turn, ruined her beautifully straightened hair.
Tonight, Thor would take her out of this isolated, strange world. He said he'd find her on her third night with Loki. Rebecca could not be any more happy to leave. The memories of being around Loki were well, horrible and very scarring. She wanted nothing more to do with the Norse god and she wanted his image erased from her mind. In fact, she didn't want anything to do with Gods in general. She just wanted them to go away. And, when she left, she was going to give Thor a piece of her mind. He sent her here to be defiled and she found nothing worthwhile but horrible memories.
It didn't help that she kept seeing Loki everywhere, almost mocking her. He could walk past her, like he did last night, and just mock her with his still face. It was like everywhere she went, the god would just say,'there is that pathetic human girl.'
Her hands fell into her face, her palms rubbing her eyes and the tips of her finger intertwined with her hair. This was not what she enjoyed doing... This was not her. This was never her. She didn't deserve this.
But then, she realized something. Loki needed to be stopped. What if he did this to another girl? What if he did this, well, to anyone? His brother even? Loki was crazy, he was mad and horrible. He very easily could bring about the destruction of so many lives because he felt like it. Because he got pleasure out of it. Why could no one stop him! Because of people like Rebecca who were too afraid to step up and fight, leaving the battle for the few brave hearted soldiers who would fail due to their small fighting army.
Rebecca needed to fight...
She didn't want to, but she did not want to see another girl withering on a dungeon floor because she was too afraid to transmute an object. It wasn't fair to humanity, and because of Rebecca's gift, it was her duty to protect people from filth like Loki.
It was then that Rebecca felt a presence in the room. Her head slowly raised from her hands, only to feel herself growl. Of course he'd be in her bedroom.
Rebecca saw Loki standing before her, his hands crossed behind his back and his face almost emotionless. In fact, he didn't look menacing or evil at the moment. He looked as normal as any man if he weren't wearing that ridiculous god attire. Rebecca glared at him, her hands moving into her lap.
Loki nodded his head,"Right," his body shifted in stance,"I hope you slept well."
The Editor glared.
The god gulped,"I wanted to offer my services for your desire of control. I believe I promised you such attention if you were to meet me on the rooftop."
No answer. Rebecca watched him cautiously, her eyes narrowing. What was he doing? Offering training? Now? No. She didn't want him near her. She continued to stay where she was, her hands clenching into fists.
The man frowned slightly, understanding after seconds of silence that the girl was not contemplating his words. She had just rejected them in her mind, waiting for him to speak again.
"So, I am here. I can assure you that it is strictly for the idea of training you in a facility that would protect both you, myself, and the building itself from destruction," Loki added, his words calm and even. His tone was lighter, almost as if he were a different person. His face, somehow, seemed to be different. He was not yelling, scowling, or showing any signs of aggression. It seemed as if he were truly offering her his own services. She could be trained...
No answer.
Loki was greeted with silence. Once again, that innocent look appeared. His gazed shifted to the ground, before flickering back up to the girl. She wasn't going to give him a response besides that cold look of disgust.
"You silence flouts me, Rebecca," Loki simply said, pain momentarily rippling across his frail expression. This, of course, made Rebecca sit up slightly straighter. She noticed something very different about Loki in this moment, mainly justified by him calling her Rebecca. Her name. He has never done that before. He'd always call her girl, human, or mortal... This could have all been a scheme of Loki's, to try and lure her into a room where he'd torture her senselessly... But nothing seemed malicious.
Loki sighed, his green eyes once more meeting hers. He licked his lips momentarily, before he began. "Look, I can not change the past nor my actions. I have told you I live without regrets, but I can try to fix what others believed to be wrong. I'm offering you with utmost sincerity that you take my proposal."
Rebecca, while she did not show it, had her mind running in circles. She heard his words repeat over and over again. Was this his form of apology? Was this his way to say sorry for what he had done the past two days? It wasn't a good one, but, it seemed like some form of manipulation. He was the God of Mischief.
His leather and metal shifted as he stood patiently. Was he still going to wait? Rebecca could feel her anger grow. He's playing her as a fool again. She always needed to remember that he was, in fact, a bad man. He was evil and his intentions, regardless of their apparent sincerity, were not good.
This prompted her next action. The girl threw her covers aside as she shot up from her bed. With her hands still malled into fists, she stormed around her bed to walk right past Loki. Finally, she moved over to the door to the room where she exited, slamming it behind her.
Loki's eyes followed the girl. His eyes fell shut as he sighed. No one ever believed him. It was as if he were forbidden to have a change of heart because of his Norse title. His sincerity had gone unheeded by the human. It was almost saddening, for Loki truly meant every word he had said. He did want to help her learn control, and he did want to make Rebecca actually like him. After all, if they were going to spent time together for any given length of time, they might as well get along. But, if she hated him so, why did she stay?
Why was she here?
Thor. That was probably the reason. They had met the night before the rooftop. Loki had been in an alleyway, watching the girl for the entire day. He wanted to ensure the fact that she was, in fact, not going to meet Stark and tell him everything. But then, there was a large thunderstorm with no water. Loki then witnessed an exchange between his brother and the girl, before he whisked her off into the sky.
Somehow, Loki had felt completely betrayed by the Rebecca. Did they know each other before? Well, they did, in a way that Loki couldn't formulate. But in this lifetime, Loki was pretty sure they had never encountered one another.
Anger.
Thor stole everything from him. Yes, he loved his brother, but Thor always managed to take away things, people, titles... all of which Loki would have cared deeply for. That is where the rival stemmed. Loki was done being the weaker, smaller, less known brother. And now, Thor was going to take Rebecca too?
Loki frowned deeply, shaking his head. Rebecca would never come to trust Loki. She had this sort of misconstrued and one sided view of Loki. The god blinked a few times, perhaps thinking of what to even do next. Give her time? Let her feel freedom and a bit to understand he wasn't malicious, but misunderstood?
He just wanted someone to get that concept. Someone in this world, in this lifetime, to understand him. Only one person had ever understood him. And it was that face, those eyes, that laugh and smile, and those kisses, that drove him onwards. That person, that special person, actually understood him despite the fact they tried to change his opinion on what he viewed.
A bittersweet smile washed across Loki's face as he began to exit the room. But, for some reason, he stayed for a moment. He felt as if this room where Rebecca had slept was the closest he'll ever get to her vulnerable side, the side that is willing to listen...
And then, it was there. A glimmer of silver light twinkled out of the corner of Loki's eye. It attracted his attention, and when he moved over to the vanity, he saw it. A tear shaped pendent. It was silver colored and seemed thick in width. It was sparkling with the shape of a flower engraved lightly on both sides.
Loki's mouth gaped. Where in the world did she find this necklace? Her necklace.
The nerve of that Norse god. All Rebecca could think about is how much she wanted to leave this place. She wanted to go so badly. Rebecca hated how Loki would dominate her, belittle her, make her feel like a fool... He was cruel and as beautiful as he may appeared, as strong as her attraction to him may undeniably be, her body still shivered in remembrance. Her mind, whenever she saw his eyes, saw the eyes of that masochist man that groaned in ecstasy, moving within her. A chill ran up Rebecca's spine as she moved down the hallway. The memory just kept reoccurring... It kept resurfacing in her thoughts, how she felt so physically and mentally weak.
She had never been that weak in her entire life.
She was always that head-strong woman that when she walked by, people cowered in fear. Eyes always followed her when she moved, people always begged for her advice and she was in charge. Rebecca was the CEO and Editor of one of the countries largest newspapers! But here? Rebecca was nothing. She was a test subject, a dummy.
The girl huffed, walking as quick as she could from the bedroom. She turned down a few corridors, thinking that the speedy pace would definately lose the god. But, the hallway she took ended up in one, giant, empty room, but for a lone Norse god.
"Trying to out run me won't do you any good, especially if I now have purpose."
Rebecca could feel herself growl deep in her throat, her hands instantly balling into fists. He was everywhere and no where. He was here, and he was not. Loki was constantly wracking at her brain, making her think one thing and another all at the same time.
The Editor scoffed sarcastically,"And what is your purpose now? Chase me down, shove me in an Iron Maiden, you know, the normal thing."
A small shiver ran up her spine when Loki grinned widely. His hands clasped together playfully, when he simply replied,"Your internal flame is fascinating. I'm truly surprised you have made a full recovery since your first night here."
That remark. He once more, was cruel for no particular reason but to spite her. Rebecca shook her head back and fourth, walking further into the room. Unbelievable. She was traumatized by the raping, horrified... It was something that made her cry the moments before her eyes shut at night, when she was alone... Every other thought was of his hands sliding up and down her body, touching her while she screamed... The thought itself made her close her eyes momentarily and shudder.
She hated him. She hated him for all he has done to her. Everything he does has no true purpose. It's all out of malice! It wasn't right and he needed to be taught a lesson. She was going to fight until the end. This was her life.
When Rebecca opened her eyes once more, they were glowing blue.
Armor. He needed to put on armor quick. Within seconds a golden light had swallowed his being and blanketed his body. Loki had emerged from the light having materialized a large, gold-platted chest and shoulder pieces. All along his body were pieces of the strong golden plates: his battle armor. On his head appeared a large helmet, where two bull horns protruded upwards and to the sky. Finally, in his hand, a tall, beautiful scepter formed. And for Rebecca?
She found her body changing, transforming into her battle gear. Her pristine white pants clung to her body as single, blue stripe trailed up the side. The blue stripe then extended off the pants, wrapping around her waist and up into a bra like structure. The bra itself formed into shoulder pads. Her feet and wrists were covered by boots and gloves respectively. Finally, Rebecca's curled hair was pin straight, falling down to her mid back with silver stripes intertwined with the chocolate locks.
Her eyes glowed momentarily, before the ground next to her shot upwards and began to shift. Slowly, she transmuted the golden floor into a long blade, a sword. Rebecca gripped it tightly, her eyes settling down to a basic, crystal blue without the extra illumination.
Rebecca wanted to kill him. She wanted to make sure he died a painful, slow death. She wanted to place her sword square into his chest, hissing how he was not meant to rule a soul on earth. He was not fit to be king. She wanted him to die with hate in both their veins.
Her fingers tightened around the hilt, her crystal orbs staring deeply into his, even from a distance. And with that, there was a pause. A slight hesitation in the atmosphere- that is when things went black.
"We have to get her! Oh my god," Pepper exclaimed, her body collapsing on the nearby chair.
Normally, Pepper was not involved in the affairs with the Avengers; she was taken away with Rebecca to government headquarters. But, this was an exception, because she had not seen her friend for 2 days and had brought the concern into light.
The Avengers eventually came to the conclusion that Rebecca was kidnapped, followed by the most logical conclusion that it was Loki.
"He couldn't have someone stay alive if they survived one of his attacks," Steve Rogers said calmly, his back leaning against the large table in the pristine meeting area. Technology of all kinds surrounded the Avengers with graphs, charts, screens... This was their main room to discuss such affairs. But, majority of the Avengers were pacing aimlessly. Thor, stood silently.
Banner, who was clicking away at a near by monitor pipped in,"It seems like a logical power struggle for someone like Loki. He needs to dominate."
"But why her? Why not Pepper? Pepper is the one directly related to Stark," said the Black Widow, also known as Natasha, glancing up to the Banner from her seated position around the table,"Loki's plan is flawed."
Steve sighed, before he agreed,"With all due respect, why kidnap someone insignificant? What good can he bring of that?"
Pepper shifted uncomfortably, before looking to Stark. Stark, in turn, wanted to speak up from his standing position in the room. His eyes watched the group of Avengers around him, before trying to think of an argument. What argument could be made? He couldn't even think of something witty to add.
"Someone to control, always. What if she comes back and she is one of his drones? We couldn't kill her," Clint added on a dimmer note from across the room, before taking a seat at the table,"We need to hit her on the head."
Even something comedic wasn't funny.
There was silence. It was a long silence.
No one wanted to talk. No one wanted to present the idea that Rebecca, through all of this, was most likely dead. Stark and Pepper also knew that she was not just a regular person, and her absence would be more than a simply human death. The room was still. The Avengers did not know where Rebecca was, or what was happening. They didn't know, based of Clint's recently added theory, if Rebecca was conspiring with Loki to take over the world.
Silence.
"She is special."
Thor's voice was spoken aloud out of the quiet stillness of the room. His body turned to face the rest of the superheros. His blue eyes were saddened. He then opened his mouth again,"He wouldn't use mind control on her."
Steve then questioned,"And why is that?"
The room looked at the Norse god with confusion. Why was he saying what he was saying? What did he know?
Thor hesitated for a moment, before he reached into the front parts of his armor,"Because if you look at this image, you will know why." He, in turn, pulled out a thin sheet of paper that was old, withered, and discolored. He then moved over to a large monitor, placed the picture into the scanner, and enlarged it on the opposite wall.
There was a universal gasp in the room.
"This image is 1000 years old," Thor commented, watching the eyes of the Avengers widen in disbelief. Their orbs scanned over the image over and over again. No one dared to speak.
All that could be heard was Stark's lone voice,"You've got to be kidding me."
Blood. Blood pooled at their feet.
Sweat. Sweat dripped down their temples.
Breathing. Breathing heavy, breathing labored, breathing deep.
The two figured stood in the large golden room. The room itself was in shambles. Pieces of the room were thrown around and covered the entire place, walls had crumbled to the ground, leaving many objects to avoid, and parts of the floor itself randomly spiked upwards because of Rebecca's transmutations.
Their bodies were weak from exhaustion. Rebecca's blue eyes were glowing as her hand outstretched. Then, out from a nearby wall, a part of the golden material shout outwards and formed into a small dagger.
Rebecca felt that the fatigue from fighting was almost getting out of hand. She wanted to kill this man, and she could right now if she tried hard enough. He was tired too, but not nearly as tired as Rebecca. She felt drained of energy, like her muscles no longer wanted to lift and her motions became sluggish. Her vision blurred often and there were moments where she'd shut her eyes and would reopen later with her body lodged under some structure. She was blacking out.
For some reason; however, Loki never dealt the ending blow. He never striked to kill. Rebecca figured this was his way of slow torture, but at the same time, she wondered why he didn't just end her life if she was such a nuisance.
She felt the blood drip down her temple, running the length of her face before dribbling off her jaw. Rebecca's grip on the dagger was blood stained, for her own arm faced with its own injuries. The cool red liquid streamed downwards from her triceps after Loki bashed the tip of his scepter into her arm. Her final, and most prominent injury, was in her lower abdomen. This was the most difficult wound, mainly because of how the pain seared through her entire stomach amd all the way down to her thighs. Rebecca could feel the adrenaline save her body from feeling the full, complete pain, but she knew that the chemical was also quickly leaving.
Loki was not unharmed either. His head managed to have a single, small cut. One of his legs were injured, but other than that, he was physically sound with the exception of fatigue. Rebecca still, was worse. The ancient magic was taking a toll on her body. Loki grinned at the tired girl, before asking weakly,"Are you done yet?"
Rebecca's eyes narrowed, her mouth opening in an attempt to intake more air. Her eyes shut for a moment, before she dashed forward. Her blade and Loki's scepter clashed violently, causing both figures to stop one another. A large snarl rippled through Rebecca's face she pushed, earning a low growl from Loki in return.
"Why do you keep fighting!" Loki hissed,"You won't beat me."
The girl shook her head, taking in a deep breath as she snapped,"I don't intend on simply beating you. I want you dead."
Loki chortled instantly,"You hold your abilities in such high spirits."
The two pushed off one another. Rebecca used the inertia of the previous motion to swing her blade at Loki's mid-section. Loki simply brought down his scepter onto her wounded arm, causing Rebecca to stumble backwards. Rebecca tried to not fall, but her legs could no longer support her. Her heart sunk deep into her chest as her body crashed to the floor. Once fall, one of her hands came up to cradle her wounded arm, flinching and shaking at the fire burning through her veins. Her eyes shut tightly, her teeth gritting, and her mind simply tried to remove the pain she knew would never end.
"Why do you fight me?"
Rebecca gasped, glancing up. It took her a moment to form her words. "Because I hate everything about you."
Loki almost looked like he pitied her at that moment. The fight was done. She couldn't do it anymore. Her body wasn't prepared to do this. But then, he changed the subject slightly. "Why?"
Rebecca tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowing. Why? Why did she hate him?
"Where to even begin," Rebecca snorted,"You stole me from my home, destroying it as well. You threatened to kidnapped my best friend. You come to me in my work and belittle my language, culture, and life. You tried to destroy the entire planet, my planet. You raped me as if I were a piece of scrap on the ground. And then, you act like nothing is wrong!
"You act as if these are all normal tasks for your everyday life and it isn't. You hurt people, Loki. You gain nothing but watching others scream and cry around you and in the long run, none of it matters. Your victory means nothing to no one but yourself, and when you realize no one gives two shits about you, you'll understand that all the pain and suffering you caused was worthless..."
The room was destroyed and quiet but for the sounds of Rebecca's deep breaths.
"You're taking everything from me, and you don't even see it," she finally managed to whisper,"Nor... do you even care."
Loki couldn't leave her to wallow in her self-pity. She continued to glare at him, a light layer of tears stinging her eyes, and he had no clue what he could say to her to help. A part of him knew that she was just blowing off what had obviously been a building storm of steam and that it would pass, but he would need to find some way to help or these feelings would just build up in her again and unleash once more at some point.
He almost felt bad. Loki frowned, kneeling down so that he was at eye level. He didn't know how to answer her. He did care, to some degree. He knew her... he saw what she was but didn't know how to tell her. He knew so much more, and now that all of her anger was out, perhaps they could start anew... Perhaps.
Loki began to speak, but found his words worthless as third presence became known.
"My brother, back away from her."
Both figures froze. Rebecca could feel a sharp breath rapidly fill her lungs and her eyes widened. Her breathing became deep again and her eyes misted over with water. It was over. This inhumane torture was over. She could leave. She was allowed to leave. Her head slowly turned around, only to see the God of Thunder standing in the doorway. His red cape moved without wind behind him. His armor was on his body, and in his hand, was Thor's hammer, ready to fight. He was going to save her.
Loki found his eyes fixed on Rebecca, not on his brother. He knew his brother would come. That was obvious. He had met with Rebecca and obviously, he knew if the girl were to spend any great length of time with him, that it would be some sort of trap.
He saw Rebecca's body slowly stand and quickly, move over to Thor. Thor placed a hand on her not wounded shoulder, saying something to her softly. Rebecca nodded, and from the distance, it almost looked like she was about to cry again. It was so unlike her character to cry so much. But then, Rebecca looked at Loki. Her aquamarine orbs stared deeply into Loki's, even from so far away. He couldn't read her emotion. He wasn't sure if she knew what she was feeling either. It was then, that she exited the room.
Thor's eyes followed her out, before turning back to Loki,"You've caused much trouble in the past few weeks."
The God of Mischief's expression was hard to describe. His gazed shifted to the spot where Rebecca had just sat. He didn't speak. But then, his orbs flickered up to meet an approaching Thor. Loki then stood up slowly, holding his scepter tighter than he had before. "I hope I didn't cause you too much heartburn," Loki replied casually, a small smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth.
Thor didn't react to his brother's normal, sarcastic reply. He expected this interrogation to be difficult. Rebecca had just exited the estate and to the Avengers who were stationed to meet her outside in an aircraft. Thor had told her to remove her uniform, for they still did not know of her super powers. Rebecca had consented and left accordingly. Thor, in turn, was here to speak to his brother. The Avengers, after seeing the image Thor showed them, agreed to keeping this affair between the two of them.
It was getting more serious than they thought it was going to be.
"You hurt Rebecca badly. I did not think you would impale a female," Thor said accusingly. His grip on his hammer tightened.
Loki cocked his head; his tongue momentarily licked his lips,"I do many things others would view disdainfully. But I thought you knew this of me, and yet you seem so surprised."
"That you would hurt her," Thor said calmer,"Yes, I do believe I am surprised."
The raven haired god hollered,"I have no limitations on the humans I rule. You know that she, as she is, is no different than any other ant I can squish."
Thor shook his head,"You truly believe that?"
"Very much so."
"Even if I showed you this, would you still think she is like every other human?" Thor questioned. His eyes showed a sense of curiosity as his hand reached into the front of his armor. He withdrew a piece of paper, crumpled and aged, before handing it out to Loki. Loki hesitantly looked at his brother, before taking the paper into his hand. His emerald eyes widened.
"You had forgotten what she looked like, didn't you, Loki," Thor commented softly.
Loki's eyes began to water. His grin had instantly vanished as his face somehow morphed into that sweet, innocent expression. A tear fell out of his eyes and onto the parchment, before he whispered,"I almost forgot in these long 1000 years."
There was silence. Loki kept staring at the image. How was it possible? How could he have forgotten?
Thor quietly asked, now at a closer distance,"Did you discard of her portrait?"
"Covered. I dared to not see her face every day but I could not bring myself to destroy it. I'd die a painful death while I was still living if I gazed into those unmoving eyes once more," Loki responded painfully.
It was then that in the small study off of the main library, the energy in the room shifted. The books were still splattered along the floor, the ink still filled and loose papers all around. The windows reflected dust particles that loomed over the entire room. But then, the windows blew opened. Book pages began to fly, lifting up into the air and swirling around in circles. The pot of ink tipped over and the black liquid began to pool onto the desk itself. The dust particles rose into the air, almost creating a mist over the books, glittering and sparkling in the beautiful light trailing in from the window.
Finally, the wind began to push pieces of fabric that hung on the walls. At first, the material did not budge. But, the window somehow grew more ferocious. More pages flew around, sweeping across the space as the fabric began to move. Finally, after a long battle, the tattered fabric fell and revealed a large painting.
On top of the portrait, there was a golden plate with the inscription:
My Lovely Celia.
It was of a woman. She wear wearing a creme gown made of rich fabrics that fell over her curves gracefully. The patterns was delicate and fashionable, all designed to maintain the femininity of the woman. On her body was pointed bodice, which was long and fitted by the waist. The bodice was designed to enhance the figure's feminine curves. The top had gold, green, and sky blue embellishments that managed to flow into the skirt of the dress. Her chocolate hair was cascading down in her back, mainly straight, but for the very ends which were large, beautiful curls. Pinned into her luscious hair was a white lily. A smile painted her soft face. In her hands were old books, possibly some she loved to read.
Her eyes were a beautiful, crystal aquamarine.
The woman was identical to Rebecca.
YAY! Some of you sort of guessed this. But, I'm telling you right now, her story is different than most would originally think.
It also doesn't explain the healing room or Thor's relationship to her.
Who is Celia? What do you think she'll be like?
Um... I sort of spell and grammar checked this once. So, if you see something off, just copy and paste it into a review so I can change it!
Honestly, the next chapter is mostly written and has been SO much fun to write. But, I'm sort of in a slump (I'm 9000 words into the chapter...) Please review and maybe it'll give me some inspiration to finish up the chapter sooner!
