Chapter 4
After an uneasy three hour sleep, Angel decided that dozing off wouldn't help her, especially since every time she closed her eyes, He crawled into her head.
The girl sat up and swivelled her body so her feet touched the floor. Her muscles ached as she stretched her arms and her bare feet were so frozen that her toes lost feeling. The sombre girl stood slowly and stumbled over to the grey bathroom door- a shower was a good idea for someone who had been wearing, running and sleeping in a grand ball dress for quite a few hours.
Apart from a shower, toilet and sink, nothing else in the room resembled a bathroom. The walls and the floor were exactly the same as the bedroom – grey.
Angel's eye had turned to the small simple mirror; how different she looked from before. The golden dressed had dimmed and creases began to show on the material. Angel's neat curls had turned into an auburn birds nest, matted with hairspray; her face was a sorry sight: pale cheeks, bloodshot eyes and smudged eye make-up donned her face.
Not wanting to stare at her reflection any longer, Angel turned to the shower. Once stripping out of her dress and underwear, she stepped under the shower head and hesitantly pressed a button that sent welcoming warm water to splash onto her body. Conveniently placed on the side was shampoo and body wash, however no conditioner- Angel would just have to do without.
After a long while of detangling hair with her fingers, the girl stepped out of the comforting shower, dried herself with a scratchy towel and redressed herself in the ball gown since she had nothing else and was too shy to ask for anything. Being done with everything in the bathroom, Angel proceeded to the bedroom and out of curiosity, poked her head outside her quarters.
"Lady Perdita!" Angel turned in shock to see the blond giant coming towards her in the corridor.
"It is wonderful to see you safe, but in quite unfortunate circumstances." The Giant bellowed in a friendly manner. The girl just stood there, unsure of how to react to this tall stranger- even taller than her Father's murderer- yet her confused expression didn't deter the giant from continuing his conversation with her.
"I must apologize for not conversing with you earlier. You looked rather distraught so I thought it best to let you alone for a while." The giant smiled.
"I'm sorry. Have we met?" Angel asked, almost shamefully.
"Perdita, you do remember me do you not?"
"Perdita?"
"Yes. That is your name. Don't tell me that you have forgotten." The giant was in disbelief.
"You must have mistaken me for someone else. My name's Angel, not Perdita, though it is quite a pretty name." Angel said with childlikeness.
"You truly do not remember anything? Do you not remember Asgard? Loki? Me?" The giant asked, slowly growing in desperation.
"Asgard? What's Asgard?" Angel decided that she would probably learn nothing by asking questions since everything this man had said made no sense so far. "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."
The giant stood back and studied the small girl, his eyes full of calculations until he seemed to have found an answer and realization slowly hit his features. "So you have no memory of your life before now?"
"I lost it a year ago." Angel explained.
"Ahh...so that is what you sacrificed."
"Sacrificed?" This stranger was making less and less sense.
"It is not my place to tell you." The giant bowed his blond head to the girl, with a look of pity, and began to turn away but was caught by a gentle hand on his arm.
"Do you know who I am?" Angel asked with wide eyes pouring into the giant's, who replied with a nod.
Angel's curiosity grew. "Well... who am I?"
The giant hesitated. "You are Perdita of Midgard. You lived in Asgard for quite a while as a companion to my Mother, Frigga."
"Were we friends?" Angel asked expectantly.
"Well... I hope we can be now." The giant said with a kind smile.
"You didn't like me?"
"On the contrary, you were quite something in Asgard. No, it was you who had no tolerance of me." A bellowing laugh escaped his lips. "Every time I tried to converse with, you would call me arrogant, stupid, lazy, and in your own words a "douche bag" and at any opportunity you would try to hit me."
"Oh my - I'm so terribly sorry."
"Don't be, it was all rather entertaining. But all the things you said about me were true, I only now realize this. Anyhow, your frankness is certainly what caught Loki's attention."
The warrior.
"Who-who is he? Loki, I mean." Asked Angel hesitantly. The blond giant's fading smile told her that this was information that she may not want to know, even her own heart was beating out a warning though she didn't understand why. She would only understand if she knew who this Loki was. It was all she could do at this moment.
"He is my brother; he was also very dear to you as well. Yet I fear that because has changed so much it will be harder to reach out to him." The giants eyes filled with grief, Angel wondered if he knew what had happened to his brother to make him change so radically, and if he didn't, how much more grief would fill the giant if he found out.
Angel pondered out loud for a moment on what the giant had said. "He was dear to me? So I must have been dear to him. Why though? And in what way?" The girl began pacing the small width of the corridor; the giant just stared as she talked to herself.
"What happened to you Perdita?" The giant said out loud in disbelief. "Has your fire been put out?" The girl didn't hear a word he said for she was far too deep in thought.
Angel turned to the giant suddenly, startling him slightly. "What is your name?"
"Thor."
"Well Thor, I need you to take me to Loki." The girl said with strange determination.
"I don't think-"
"Please. I have to see him, don't you see I have to. I don't know him, yet he has always been there. I've seen what he has been through in my dreams Thor. I have lost everything I have in a single night because of him and all I have now is questions - which only he can answer because they are all questions are to do with him. In order to try and rebuild myself I have to know what part I play in his game."
Thor sighed heavily. The girl was right.
"Very well."
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"Ah. So finally they let you come to me." The warrior smirked in his glass cage, eyeing up the girl up hungrily as she stepped closer to the glass.
Angel was kicking herself for thinking this was a good idea, Of course, go and ask the figment of your imagination - who murdered your Vater and probably other people and who has been creeping around your shoulder, waiting for the moment where he could snatch you - about how he knows you and who he is. Alone. Of course by the way he is looking at you now; he will give you all the answers.
Angel wasn't even sure what made her come to such a rash decision. She was desperate for answers, yes, but it was as if something inside her broke free: something familiar... yet very different.
"It has been a long time Perdita." The warrior stated as he stalked closer to the glass between him and the girl. "But at last, I finally have you here alone."
He laughed at Angel's confused expression but then continued. "As you can see I have changed – but all for you, my angel. I have found that the less sentiment the better for pursuing what is ours... but nevertheless my feelings for you are quite unchanged."
"Feelings?"
"Still playing ignorant? Tsk tsk." The warrior's smirk faded suddenly, into a hard expression of fierce fire, shooting directly at Angel. He slammed a pale hand hard on the glass causing the girl to flinch and startle backwards.
" Still pretending that you have not done me any wrongs? Still feigning innocence? STILL acting as though you are free from me! ARE YOU!" The warrior roared with venom.
Trembling tears threatened to spill from Angel's eyes, she wanted her Vater to run in and hold her- but she was alone now and needed to be strong. She would not cry or show any weakness but she had to tread carefully around this unpredictable man.
Angel took a deep breath in and grew six inches taller. "Listen." The girl said with gentle fierceness. "I don't know who you are. You are a stranger and I don't know what you want with me but I want you to leave me alone."
The warrior turned expressionless, but his eyes were surprisingly readable to Angel and were filled with hurt confusion.
"You would cast me aside so easily, after everything we've been?"
"I don't know what we've been." Angel was starting to get fed up with this man's cryptic words. "I am not pretending anything. As much as I want to understand how you know me, I don't, because I have no memory of you or anything. I don't even know who I am."
"No memory? Not even of me?"
"I sacrificed it... apparently."
"No... You wouldn't."
"Well that's what Thor told me." Angel stifled, losing her braveness as the warrior snarled at the mention of his brother.
"Why would I want to sacrifice my memory?" The girl asked, only to be discouraged by the warrior's angry glare.
"How should I know? You ran away in the first place." He snarled.
"Ran away? Is this why you killed my Vater? Tormented me? Did I offend you?"
"Offended is an understatement. No, you did far worse. You tortured me, broke my heart. Who would have thought a little mortal like you could bring the god of mischief and lies to his knees; battered and broken from your deceit, but desperate for more."
Angel wanted to leave but the warrior's sinister, pained gaze pinned her down.
"As for that man, killing him was part of my plan and I apologize if he meant something to you, but it was for us. Anyway you have me now."
The girl turned her eyes to the floor. She had seen everything that this man had been through - it would have turned the warmest hearts to ice and it was all because of her. "I'm sorry Loki."
"Look at me my angel." He said gently. Hazel eyes met green-blue ones.
"Come closer." The girl obeyed and stepped closer to the glass and placed her petite hand next to the warriors. He looked at her in a way no one ever did, pulling and twisting her heart in such a lovely way – she didn't like it.
"Give yourself to me. Swear your loyalty and devotion. Beg on your knees for my mercy and I shall give it to you. I will give you everything; just accept that you belong to me."
Angel found herself hypnotized by this murderer, which wasn't part of her plan. This had all gone in a completely different direction to the one Angel expected.
"I still have no memory of you or anything about us." Said Angel.
"You will." The warrior's eyes left hers and travelled down her body. "Oh Perdita. Your feet must be cold."
Angel moved away from the glass and gazed at her numb feet. "My shoes fell off." She remarked, earning a short laugh from the caged man and a flash of white teeth.
"You never cease to amuse me, Perdita My dear." His smile faded, looking at the girl with serenity, no games this time.
"It matters not if you cannot remember anything; you still are mine, no matter what fight or stubbornness you put up. We will be sealed together - just like you promised - and in return I will fulfil my promise to you."
Angel now had no sense of what was happening, this man had flipped another card at her.
"What did you promise me?" The girl asked uneasily.
"The world of course."
"You're not making any-"
"Miss Amsel!" Angel turned to find a brunette female agent standing behind her.
"You are not authorized to be in here. I will escort you back to your quarters this instant." The woman's stern stare was enough to throw Angel out the room, taking one last look at her shadow giving her a mischievous smile. He was going to be annoying.
Once back in her grey bedroom, Angel flopped down on the bed.
Something had changed within her, broken free. A sort of burning and annoying feeling that made her want to scream. The girl felt wild and free, though she was now confined in a grey room. Loki had made things jumbled up, but now she had pieces of the puzzle, all that was left to do was to put them together.
First of all, her name was Perdita – which was rather pretty and an actual name unlike Angel.
Second of all, she and Loki were lovers of some sort. And by lovers, had sex and got pregnant. Also, by what Loki said about being sealed together, she had promised to marry him, only to run away, have a miscarriage and break him.
Angel still didn't remember any of this. Unfortunately there were many things still unanswered: why had she run away? It must have been something that caused her to want to sacrifice her memory. She might have been desperate, but for what?
Angel wondered if Loki knew about the miscarriage or even about her being pregnant, also did she ever know. She decided it would be best if she didn't mention anything about it to him and hurt him further.
Why was she sympathetic towards this monster? He deserved to be hurt after what he did. He was heartless, but maybe not completely...no! He killed in cold-blood... but wouldn't anyone if they had been what he had been through.
Angel's thinking was interrupted by a knock on the door that soon after swung open.
"Miss Amsel, Director Fury wants to see you."
The name "Perdita" means "lost", which I thought was quite fitting for my OC.
Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with school work. Please review if you like this story, you're very quiet out there.