When Emory opened her eyes, she found herself in a giant golden room and a man looking at them.
"Thor, why did you bring to mortal women to Asgard? Your father will not like this," the man said.
"Jane is not well and she insisted her sister join us," Thor responded. "What is your name? I'm sorry for the rushed exit."
"I'm Emory," she replied.
The man spoke once more, "Welcome to Asgard, ladies. Take Jane to the medics and I believe Emory may wander where she pleases."
Jane scrunched her face, "I would like to investigate this place."
"Once you are well," Thor stated as he guided them into the city.
"Emory, go anywhere but the prison. You'll know it if you get close. We'll find you once we are finished have Jane looked over," Thor said, his tone kind.
Emory hugged Jane, "I know you're gonna be fine. I'll see you in a little bit."
Emory began walking through the palace, it was beautiful and she felt very underdressed in her skinny jeans and loose tank top.
She walked down a dark staircase not knowing where she might end up but figured it couldn't be the prison as there were no guards to be seen.
Once she reached the bottom of the stairs, she knew at once she was in the prison and she was about to turn around when she saw Loki, the man who had torn apart her home, NYC.
"I'm surprised they haven't killed you," Emory said bravely once she reached the cell, "I know that's what we would have done had you stayed."
Loki marched up the glass, his hands together behind his back, "Ah, I see. Well, who are you? I know of no mortal women living in Asgard."
"I'm Emory Foster," she introduced herself. "So, are they going to keep you in that cage for eternity?"
"It would appear so," Loki replied as he let his eyes trail up to the ceiling, "Foster, you said?"
Emory nodded, unsure of what he knew about her.
"Are you related to my dear brother's lover?" Loki asked, standing calmly while staring out at her.
Emory wasn't afraid of this man so she answered his question, "Yes, I'm her sister. And she's here. She got poisoned by some red stuff," she blurted, not sure why she said all that she did.
Loki's lips curled into a strange but evil smile, "The Aether," he mused, "What a powerful weapon. She will be consumed by it."
"Consumed?" Emory asked, not liking the mischievous grin playing across his face.
Loki separated his hands, using them as he spoke, "It will eat her alive. It is too powerful of a force for a human body to hold."
"You seem to like the sound of that," Emory inferred, "You obviously haven't done enough soul searching in here yet."
Before either could speak again, there was a loud crash at the other end of the prison.
"What was that?" Emory asked, her tone giving away her fear.
Loki grinned, "Sounded like an unhappy prisoner who might be escaping."