Captured

As the lights are growing dim
Freezing cold, slowly is fading in
Another Winter night will hold this wicked soul

I will wait for the new Sun to rise
Blind in darkness, witness my demise
Another Winter night is so long…

The lands are dressed in the purest white
Pure as I was and I am no more

Well, it was surely nothing he could not handle. At least those were the words of choice the God used when he found himself in such positions. With a thick black webbing material seat belt situated around his waist tightly and the dull metal walls of a Midgardian jet, Loki was 'captured' by these mortals, though he wouldn't say so himself. He had his long arms idly laying upon his lap while he stared around with a dull look plastered upon his face while his glazed over emerald eyes darted over the frames of the mortals that stood a few meters away.

It was silent in the cramped jet aside for the gentle humming of the running engines, but the tension was ever so thick between the mortals and the God. Whispers then flooded the compartment, voices belonging to Natasha, Steve and Tony who stood over near the cockpit, and Loki just stared over at them with a bored look upon his face, in hopes he could hear what they were whispering about. Most likely about him, he knew.

A bright flash of white could be seen from the window adjacent of Loki's seat followed by a loud crack of booming thunder. Loki raised a single brow as he leaned forward in his seat to get a better view around the jet - thunder, something he knew all too well. Something that was not a good sign for this God.

"Where's this coming from?" He heard Natasha's startled voice sound out throughout the small confinement, followed by a few clicks of her heels against the hard flooring they stood upon. Her eyes glanced out of the window yet she saw nothing but the blackness of the night - damn.

Steve looked elsewhere for answers, until his panicked blue eyes laid upon the man in black, gold, and green. "What's the matter?" Captain America smirked inwardly. "Scared of a little lightning?" He then questioned him with a slight scoff at the end of his sentence, crossing his arms over his muscular chest.

Blinking tediously, Loki stared at the man. "I'm not overly fond of what follows." He answered quite dully before he pulled his gaze away from the pathetic mortal and onto something of more interest - what was lurking outside of this jet.

Suddenly, the whole jet shook with a violent tremor. Was it hit? Natasha's nose scrunched up, not understanding their situation. After she quickly checking the jet on the pilots radar, she noted something of importance. "Something is holding onto the quinjet.."

All three sets of the Avengers eyes darted up to view the ceiling of SHIELDS quinjet but nothing surfaced - that was until Natasha noticed a figure outside the small port window. Steve quickly detached from the group to go and retrieve his cowl while he could, while Tony already slipped on his heavy metal helmet.

Feeling pretty sure of his actions, the man of Iron slowly walked to the other side of the jet where Loki was seated and pressed a large black button on the exit wall - which opened the ramp of their jet. "What are you doing?" He heard Steve call out from outside of his helmet while he jammed his head up into the fabric of his cowl and adjusting the shield upon his arm. He grimaced inside of his helmet.

"Well-"

Crash! The large figure that Natasha had seen earlier was back, and with a flowing red cope in tow. As it ripped around in the wind, the three stood in complete awe - who the hell was this and why was he on their jet ramp?

The man stepped forward and with one quick swing of his ripped arm, he hit Tony across the jet and land upon Steve in a heap on the floor of the jet. This man had something he had to do, and these people in silly outfits would not stop him.

For Loki this was all going in slow motion - he wanted to savor the scene of Tony being slapped away with just a dainty swing of a hand. The corner of his lip curled upwards as he watched the woman looking utterly confused and panicked - served her right. Yet Loki had a feeling this fun would end soon as his brother picked him up by the neck, which did not hurt him in any way, and threw him through the open ramp following suit.

Well that fixed his problem of being trapped in the horrid cramped, thick aired compartment listening to them try and act so tough and important - they were mortals! But now the God found himself being propelled through the whirling chilly air and hurled onto the hard earth beneath his back - oh how that hurt. While Loki groaned in pain with a joking tone, Thor made his way to his feet.

"Where's the Tesseract?!" Thor spat out to his brother with knitted brows, he too felt the jolt of pain run down his spine as he crashed onto the not-so-soft ground, but Loki was a sly fox who could make his escape any second.

"Oh, I missed you too." Loki retorted dully, his words absolutely dripping with sarcasm yet the smile made it seem like some big joke or prank he pulled like in his younger years where he'd hide Thor's things. Of course he didn't miss Thor - he loved the time without that bumbling fool!

Thor took a threatening step closer. "Do I look to be in a gaming mood?!"

"Oh, you should thank me... With the bifrost, how much dark energy did the All-Father have to muster to conjure you here? ... Your precious Earth.." Thor grabbed the man by his collar at that comment, his face contorting into one of disgust.

"They burned her." The Odinson growled coldly. But his icy blue eyes didn't show such emotionless tone with Loki - instead they were hurt. Loki looked deep down into those eyes and he could see the pain his brother endured while he spoke of this topic.

Loki licked his thin lips and his heart slowed down - he refused to believe such allegations. Would they have? He breathed loudly through his nose. "Burned who?" There were many 'hers' in Asgard, he could mean anyone, couldn't he have? His body turned to stone while his crushing grip on Thor's wrist tightened. "Who did they burn?"

"You know who." His voice softened and he let go of his brothers collar, backing away from the man to give him some time. "And they gave Rhaenerys to a family that could not conceive children of their own." Thor would know because he made that choice himself - because he found it was his duty and his job in Loki's place to find good guardians for the Princess.

Loki backed off slowly, heat rushing over his normally cool body like an inferno. He felt like he was going to explode with rage - rage for Odin. Hell - everybody at that damned place! He dared not to speak at such a critical time because the only thing that would leave his mouth would be something venomous and would get him into dire trouble. Burned. Burned. Burned. Burned! How inhumane could that man be?! She had eaten the golden apple, was that not worth anything anymore?! He continued breathing loudly through his nose as his emerald eyes dulled and glazed over while the blonde watched in pain.

"This... Was Odin's doing, correct?" Even if it hadn't been the All-Fathers doing, he would still put blame on his adoptive father for letting such a thing happen to Daenerys. He was supposed to be a 'protector', wasn't he? While he sat upon his throne and let his daughter-in-law be burned? Monstrous.

"It was his command for her to be punished, but the choice for the punishment was not in his hands."

Loki shook his head to himself as he looked away and off into the distance. There was still a chance to get his daughter back - and that was enough drive to push him forward.

...

A small puddle of old rain water hung threateningly unstable in the air above the toddlers amazed face, it's form changing drastically every second it continued to hover in the hair. About a foot away were the toddler's shining bright eyes that never strayed away from the shifting blob before her, her round face beaming proudly at whatever it was she was doing, watching it dance before her widened lilac eyes.

From her shell pink lips erupted a contagious giggle, both corners of her lips curled upwards into a great wide grin that reached her ears while her cheeks grew rosey with growing happiness. Her tiny little hands were held up into the air, focusing her attention and little drabbles of magic into this blob of glistening water. Another laugh erupted from Rhaenerys as she filled up with amusement and as she laughed, she lost all focus on the puddle, causing it to fall upon her and her mothers legs.

Which left her mother in absolute shock. "How did you do that?" Daenerys whispered to her daughter as her violet eyes darted around the small garden area of Qarth to make sure there were no eyes on the duo. She wrapped her arms around the little girls torso and pulled her against her chest while she rested her chin upon her head. She was growing to be more and more like Loki every day and it pained her to watch these traits in her - not because she didn't like these traits but she's been without her husband for approximately a year. Wasn't it enough that she looked a lot like him?

Rhaenerys looked over her shoulder and glanced up at her mother with a heart warming smile, and began talking gibberish to her in an attempt to answer her mothers question.

"Oh, is that right?" The Targaryen laughed as she kissed the top of Rhay's head. "Can you do that again?"

Rhaenerys blinked idly at her mother before snuggling her face into the woman's chest, letting her eyelids flutter shut.

It somewhat scared her that Rhaenerys was already touching in on her magic this young. If somebody had saw her doing such a thing here in Qarth, she would surely be snatched away and killed for it. The worst bit of it all was that Loki wasn't here to teach her right and wrong - Daenerys had no idea what was good and bad magic, and neither did Rhaenerys.

But for now, letting little puddles of water hover in the air was no harm to them.

...

A glass container? Really? Were these mortals that stupid to think that a glass container would hold a God? He shook his head to himself at the mere thought that these freaks thoughts themselves better than he.

Loki, the God of Mischief, sat upon a long glass pew that was bolted into the glass wall of the container they stuck him in. It was extremely uncomfortable and stuffy in his cell, but Loki absolutely loved playing games with people, so he decided against breaking out of their helicraft. Even though Loki was a hundred percent sure he could escape within five seconds flat. At least those 'Avengers' weren't bugging him at the moment.

He had time to think. To think of the many ways his magic or throwing knives or spears could kill Odin. His face went sour. Because it didn't take Odin any time at all to make the command to kill Daenerys off like she was some sick cattle. Would he make it slow to torture Odin? Would he make the whole city watch? The citizens of Asgard watched as his wife was burned to death - so yes, Odin would become the laughing stock of the city. He chuckled darkly to himself. Perhaps Odin could be burned as well? He could also control the magic of the flame so it would be slow and torturous - and ten times as painful as a regular burning.

His emerald eyes locked onto the dull white floor beneath his boots. He wished he was there to save her. He wished he never let go of Mjolnir to prove a point to Thor and Odin because then his wife would still be alive and his daughter would still be with her parents. He laced his long fingers together over his lap and breathed in heavily through his nose. Daenerys didn't deserve that cruel way to die - she was so young. She would never get to hear all the stories the crones told, hell, she hadn't even reached her twentieth name day.

He heard a faint pair of feet stop in front of his cell, to which his darkened glare raised to meet the eyes of Thor. "Is there any particular reason you're here this time?" His voice was dangerously low, which was a dead giveaway to the God of Thunder that Loki was not in a good mood.

The much large man took a moment to stare at his brother with saddened eyes before he took a step to the left, where he grabbed the top of a rolling chair and rolling it over beside the glass cell, taking a seat. "I just wanted you to know I did everything in my power to stop his decision." He folded his large arms over his lap as he spoke. "Father... Would have none of Mother and I's protests." It sent shivers down Thor's spine knowing his father acted on such a whim.

Loki merely stared at the man with eyes full of hatred and blood thirst. "Spare me your words, Thor, they wont bring her back." His eyes narrowed. "Now if you would, leave. I want to be left alone."

Thor could only imagine the pain his little brother was going through now. If he had lost Sif, he wouldn't know what to do or how to deal with it. He nodded his head, his long tresses of blonde hair swaying as he did. "As you wish, brother."

Once again Loki was left alone in this glass cell or so they called it. He didn't mind. He didn't mind at all because now he knew he was all alone here - anywhere. He closed his eyes angrily - those fluorescent lights were absolutely horrid and they gave the God a painful headache he refused to mend. If he didn't want to use magic to escape, there were things he could use magic for... Like focusing in on Asgard.

Did he dare to do such an act? He smirked to himself devilishly. Yes, he dared.

He closed his eyes and immersed himself into the word of magic, something he was so familiar with. Asgard was like a grid for him, dotted with different colored souls everywhere. There were the forest green souls that could be seen, which meant they were healers, who were familiar with healing magic and the use of healing herbs. Most souls he saw were the generic blue, nothing special. Aside from the green and blue souls he saw, he saw nothing that would lead him to believe his daughter was there.

He zoomed out of the perimeter of Asgard and led his way through the forests and through other lands - no soul that belonged to Rhaenerys. Was Thor lying? Was she really alive, or was she too burned along side her mother?

Loki took a deep breath. I need to be calm for this. His magic was already draining, so he didn't need his attention and focus to be dropped when he could be so close! He searched the Northern perimeters of the lands that weren't part of Asgard, but part of Westeros. Still nothing. His forehead was coated in a thin sheet of persperation - all this was taking a toll on his energy.

As all that time had passed, he found one soul that looked remarkably close to that of his little girls. He zoomed in to that tiny blue and purple soul with hope beginning to rebuild within him - it was surely hers!

her soul was accompanied by two light purple souls - two elderly people that practiced the arts of magic. How interesting, he thought. Those must have been the people that took Rhaenerys into their care, right? He watched the souls carefully, but as the time passed, his magic ran out and Loki blacked out.

...

"And what about them..?" Daenerys had questioned with a curious look plastered upon her face, pointing her right index finger towards a couple walking past them in the royal gardens. Beside Daenerys sat her husband, Loki who held their week old daughter against his chest. Said daughter stayed quiet surprisingly, quite content with her surroundings at the moment, stuffing her little mouth with her left thumb. Daenerys turned her gaze to the two and smiled.

The God raised a brow to her question and focused in with his magic, only to make her happy, of course. "The woman has a blue soul, and the elderly man has a lighter blue soul." Loki glanced back at her with his jade eyes. "He's most likely going to die within the upcoming weeks." His heart grew warm when he saw the amazed look she had. She was quite adorable.

"Well, what color is your soul?" She questioned again with a small clap of her hands.

"I cannot see my own soul." He smiled again but her face grew sullen at the response she got. "But when I was younger and was learning the fundamentals of magic I asked my teacher the same thing. My soul is a dark blue with a violet tint. I never understood why my soul was a different color than most Æsir.. But Frost Giants have dark blue souls, then combined with a magic purple soul you'll get my color soul."

Daenerys nodded once more understandingly, folding her hands over her lap as her curiosity grew. "What about Rhaenerys? What color is hers?" Oh how she loved learning about this magic stuff - it was shunned back where she was raised, so she never once came into content with actual magic or somebody that practiced such a thing. And now she was married to a man that was great at magic!

"Her soul is violet, not as dark as mine though." Loki smiled and glanced down at the tiny little body that he held close to his chest, her lilac eyes watching a tiny baby blue bird that was perched on a marble fountain nearby. She was so beautiful.

"What about mine?" She raised a delicate brow, she had been waiting to ask him this since they began speaking about such things. Hopefully he wouldn't be too annoyed with her constant questions..

Loki didn't need to focus in on her soul because he already had it memorized. "Your soul..." He began. "Is one I haven't seen before. Your soul burns a fierce red. It's quite amazing."

AN: Yet another chapter. The song in the beginning is 'The Winter Wake' - Elvenking. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.