Edited by the lovely and amazing Blueguju.
"Miss? Miss?" I felt gentle hands shake my rigid sleeping form. Everything felt sore, everything felt wrong. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked rapidly has the blaring light blinded me. Martha lifted me up gently and smiled at me with her kind and vibrant blue orbs.
"Ahh, there we are. The master would like for you to join him for breakfast." Her wide toothed grin made me cringe. This woman had a home, a family, and it had all been taken from her for Loki's own personal game. She was his now. A puppet. A mere pawn in a game of chess.
"For Breakfast?" I asked through narrowed eyes.
"Uhm, yes Miss Swan." She ran a brush through my hair and handed me a set of clothes that I gladly took advantage of. I pulled on the blue jeans and the oversized green sweater with difficulty due to my injuries. Martha gladly assisted me with her overzealous grin. After I finished dressing and I was somewhat presentable I pulled on my dirty converse and followed Martha through the active compound.
On our way to wherever Loki awaited my presence, I tried to get a good look at the bright blue light in the glass room. What I saw shocked me. It wasn't a blue light. It was a bright blue cube barely the size of a head. It was somewhat transparent but it held so much energy. It looked as if it held a whole universe inside of itself. It was beautiful and terrifying all the same. Pure energy met my gaze, and for a moment I still thought I was staring at the object before me, but I was merely staring into the eyes of a man.
He had a sharp widow's peek and wore a blue flannel shirt and khaki's. He looked like a normal man, he could fool anyone. Except me. I was still staring at blue. The same blue and raw power that the cubed object held. That's what Loki was using to control these civilians.
"Ah Martha has finally brought you from your courters Miss?" His smile was the same as my current caretakers - real but fake at the same time.
"Just taking her to the Master, Dr. Selvig." Martha grinned at the man.
"Well, I'm Dr. Selvig. If you need anything Miss, don't hesitate to ask. The master has made it clear that you are to be well taken care of here. I won't be bothering you anymore. Have a lovely day!" He scurried away rather quickly after that and went right back to his work.
I couldn't really tell what he was doing but it looked as though he was studying the cube's behavior as he jotted equations down on a notepad. Clearly this man wasn't just a simple civilian. He was a scientist or mathematician of some sort.
Martha lightly gripped my elbow and made me follow her down one hallway after another. I didn't pay attention to where she was taking me until we stopped at a set of double doors. She knocked three times with a still fake smile.
After a few moments the doors opened revealing two soldiers, clad in weaponry. Inside the room though, sat Loki, in all his glory and pride. He was beautiful. It was plain to see. His high defined cheekbones and thin smirk was enough to make any girls knees give out. His black hair was slicked back and rested just above his wide shoulders. It was as though he constantly stood on a pedestal with the way he held himself. It was as if he knew how handsome he was and he used it to his advantage. In other words, he was a cocky pretty boy. And he knew it well.
I hadn't realized I was staring and I quickly looked away when his eyes found my own. My cheeks were rosy and warm, and I tried desperately to hide it. His smirk widened and he cocked his head to the side. Mind reader. Right. Got it. Martha left and closed the doors behind her. I remained standing in front of the table as I looked around the room - avoiding Loki's studying gaze.
The room was nothing special, it was like every other room. Dirty, and clearly underground. Still though, Loki made this room look like a King's dining area with his mere presence.
"Don't be shy. Sit. I'm sure you have much you would like to discuss." I nodded ever so slightly as I tried to control my shiver. Quietly I sat down as far from him as I possibly could. So many things ran through my head. What should I ask first? Why was I here? Why am I so important to him? Is he really a god or just a lunatic? All these sounded much more important than the one that came out of my mouth first.
"How can I get you to stop invading my mind?" I blurted out rather quickly. This caused him to frown slightly.
"That's your question?"
"My first of many." My bold words shocked me. Still, I held my ground. His eyebrows went up, but he said nothing.
Loki stared at me for a couple seconds before responding simply, "It will come in time."
"It will come in time? What's that supposed to mean?" I furrowed my brows and frowned at this so called god.
Rising from his seat, he approached me with elegant strides. His long legs led him towards me, and I backed up, slightly fearful of his next move. He stopped about a foot away from me, and with his long arms he took my left hand in his. Turning it over with my palm up, he traced light patterns on my hand. I stared at him, shocked at his gentle gestures. This angelic man standing before me was as frightening as they come, yet I felt like he wouldn't harm me. It's as if he actually cares for me in some weird twisted way. Maybe not for the right reasons, but still. He was in his own way, comforting me.
"You have great power, Isabella. You have yet to realize it. Once you do though, you will understand your true lineage. Your true purpose and identity have been hidden from you and I intend to assist you with this matter. Only if you assist me as well." I was lost in his words. In his voice but as he looked up I found myself lost in his eyes as well.
"What do you want from me?" My voice was broken. He surveyed me for a moment with a peaceful yet thoughtful expression.
"Isabella. You are not of this world. You have great power flowing through those veins. Raw and unbeatable power." Placing his hands on my shoulders he held them firmly. "You have been blinded by these foolish mortals. Your very name has been taken from you." His words shook with slight anger and frustration clearly coated his voice. This man is not crazy. This man is not crazy. You are not crazy. This man is a god. His anger disappeared and his hold on my shoulders became tighter.
"I am not crazy, Isabella. You are not crazy. All your life you have felt like an outcast, this is because you are more divine then any being you have come in contact with. Including those pathetic Cullens." He spat the name in my face and I felt my heart ache. He continued barely noticing my frightened eyes turning to tearful ones. "You are just as much of a goddess as I am a god." His last statement practically made me lose oxygen.
"A...a what? No. I'm no such thing." I pushed myself from him and stumbled backwards letting my words pour from my tongue twisting argument, "I can barely walk 5 feet without falling. I have no power over people like you do with that... blue glowing cube thing... If I'm so damn special, why did I grow up in Arizona? Why not wherever you came from? I'm human, Loki. I'm not like you. This has to be a mistake." I tried to cower from his glowering gaze but it was nearly impossible to hide from such intensity.
"The Tesseract. Asgard. And I can assure you there is no mistake here except your choice to ignore the signs." This made me slightly angered.
"Signs? What fuc-" Before I could finish the curse word Loki had me against a cold wall with his hand over my mouth.
"Do not use that language with me. You are in the presence of the future king of this realm and you will not disrespect me here, nor will you disrespect me anywhere else." His glare intensified threateningly. I gulped but managed a nod as he released me and backed away to sit on a nearby love seat. "Sit."
I complied with no hesitation. I was walking on thin ice. Should it break again I doubt I will accomplish staying in his good graces. "The vampire could not invade your mind such as I, could he?" Shaking my head he held up a finger indicating one of the signs. "The elder vampires, I know not what they call themselves but-"
"The Volturi." I Interupted him and muttered a quiet sorry as he stiffened. No disrespect. Right.
"The female could not cause you anguish." I nodded once more and he held up another finger. "Your blood. It sang to them, did it not?" For a moment I thought. Yes, it did, but didn't all blood sing to vampires? "No, my dear. They crave blood, yes, but your blood is something they especially craved. "Do you know why this is so?" I said a quiet no and he spoke once more. "Because your blood is especially divine. The blood of a true Vanir."
I cocked my head to the side and he took this as a chance to remove himself from his chair to grab a book on one of the many bookshelves Loki had clearly conjured with magic. His long fingers scraped the bindings of the ancient books until he settled on a bright blue one with an unknown script across the front. Motioning me over Loki turned to face me.
"This book contains endless amounts of information on Vanaheim. The place from which you hail. I have spent much time searching for you Isabella and I found this book particularly useful on this search." He handed the book to me which I ran my fingers over the old pages.
"Loki, I can't...This language..."
"Watch." He took my right hand and placed my fingers on the words, and to my surprise they translated themselves into English. I stared in awe.
"Did I do that?" I looked up at Loki who looked rather smug.
"Yes, my dear swan. You did." Hours later, I found myself sprawled out on my rather pathetic cot in my prison cell, reading the book Loki had given me. Vanaheim: History and culture of the Vanir. My supposed heritage was rather enticing. The Vanir (singular Vanr) are a group of gods associated with fertility, wisdom and the ability to see the future. Seeing the future, no, I can't do that. The Vanir are well known for the exceptional beauty. Beauty is something I lack. The book then goes on to talk about the history of the Aesir-Vanir war. A war brought about the combination of both groups of gods to create some sort of giant super god group thing. Much of the Vanir was exterminated by the Mangog created by Odin centuries ago. But once Odin and his two sons, Loki and Thor defeated the Mangog, Vanaheim was already inhabited by rock trolls. The surviving Vanir defeated the trolls and reclaimed Vanaheim as their own once more.
By the time I had finished a majority of the book, I was in awe. Loki, he is Odin's Son. Loki Odinson. Woah.
"Miss?" Martha knocked on my door but opened before I responded.
"I need to see Loki." I leapt from my bed and approached the door but in my attempts to evade her she stopped my quickly.
"The master has ordered me to send you to your new quarters M'lady." She smiled a sweet smile while her glassy eyes peered into my dirt brown ones.
"New quarters?" I asked. But she did not reply, she simply took my arm gently and led me down the hall. As we walked I noticed even more scientists in the glass room while they worked on the Tesseract. Dr. Selvig looked up from his papers and waved at me with much enthusiasm. Fake enthusiasm. Two doors down from Loki's room we stopped and Martha opened the door.
As I looked around my new quarters, I nearly fainted. The walls were a light green with startling gold trimming. The floor was sleek black hardwoods that almost looked like liquid. In the center of my quarters lay a beautiful bed. A gold frame with a golden extension to the top where a white canopy hung over my queen sized mattress. Along the walls were shelves of books, and two wardrobes full of what I assumed to be my new attire.
It was this moment that I found myself tearful. I had forgotten I was a captive. I had forgotten about my loved ones. Oh God. I had forgotten about Charlie. I backed away slowly from the open doorway as Martha began to explain the many accessories before me. I did not hear her though, I simply bolted from where I stood as I tried to find the exit of this underground hell hole.