Here it is! Finally we're meeting Loki, and Thor of course ^^ Thank you to everyone who has favourited, followed or reviewed the story. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Meeting the Man of Myths

Sixth day

How could he do this to me? I don't get it; I haven't done anything wrong since we got here. So why?! What does he think I am? A little girl who can't do anything; who doesn't understand? What? As if it wasn't bad enough that he left me without telling me. He could have gotten hurt and what then? Does he think he's the only one who can worry? I worry, too! Especially when I wake up in a room all alone, in a room that should be containing two people; me and my father! When I know he wouldn't have woken up earlier, I even asked the agents outside of the door. But no, of course he would keep it a secret!

The worst part isn't even that he left me without telling me. Or that he could have gotten hurt. No. The worst part is that he drugged me! What kind of father does that? Am I that incapable of understanding why it would be important for him to leave, that he has to drug me? Drug me to prevent me from knowing? Seriously?

That's why I'm angry, and that's why I'm currently walking towards the room, where someone, finally, informed me that he was in. I haven't even been in that room; I wonder what's in it. I haven't been allowed to go in there, so it must be something important.

When I finally reach the door (I'm pretty sure I've walked almost down the whole Helicarrier) I see two men in S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms. Luckily, they seem to recognize me. So it shouldn't be that difficult to get past them.

"Hello. I need to get in that room, because my father's in there. So could you maybe move from the door?" I ask while smiling. The trick is to seem happy and innocent; then they won't think I could do any harm. And it seems to work.

"Miss Stark, we're not actually allowed to let anyone in there. The Director's orders, sorry," one of the guards says. And he actually sounds sorry.

"Please, I really need to speak to my father. I won't do anything else than speak with him. Promise," I beg them.

They share a look and then make a decision. "Okay, but you have to promise that you don't touch anything and that you will run out if something happens."

I look confused at them, but nod. "I promise." Why would something dangerous happen? It's just a room with people in it. What does it contain that's so dangerous? But I say nothing, just smiles at them. I open the door and walk in, and then I stop.

Now it makes sense what they said about running. 'Cause there in a big glass cage, is the guy they've been trying to capture. The one I read about in my father's files; the guy who came through the portal made by the Tesseract, who has a brother named Thor. The guy I've been reading about since I was eight, who always fascinated me. The guy who captured one of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and made him switch side.

Loki.

Anyways, he is not important right now. My father is. He's standing in front of the cage with Steve, Natasha and a guy I recognize as Thor, Loki's brother. Bruce isn't there, probably because Loki is.

Sometimes when I'm angry my temper kind of gets a little out of hand. So what I do is, I walk over to my father and I slap him. Not as hard as I can, but hard enough to hurt him some. He just kind of looks at me shocked, like he can't imagine why I would do that. And that doesn't exactly make my anger disappear.

"How dare you leave me like that?! Without any explanation, not even a note! How could you do that? Seriously, Dad! How could you drug me?! You could have just told me that you needed to leave, needed to go do whatever it was you needed to do! Am I that immature that you can't even talk to me about stuff? I would have understood! I would!" I don't notice anything other than my father, as I basically scream at him. I just let all my anger out at him.

Then I notice tears has started to roll down my cheeks. I angrily wipe them off. "Do you have any idea, how scared I was? When I noticed you weren't there, and I was all alone? I couldn't even remember what happened last night, Dad. All because of that stupid drug! I thought you'd been abducted, or something. I didn't know what to do… Seriously, why didn't you just tell me?" I end in a sigh, tired after getting it all out.

"Sweetie, I… I didn't think, I guess. I just wanted you to be safe. Sorry." He tries to hug me, but I shake him off of me. He is not going to get away with it just like that.

"Dad, that's the problem. I know, you meant to do what was best for me. But you just…" I take a deep breath and start again. "Next time, you tell me! And that's not a question! You have to trust me to know what's best; I'm almost legally an adult." I crack a small smile. "You know, in some countries I already am." I can never stay mad at him for too long.

He smiles relieved and chuckles. "I know, I know. And you're right, I don't know what that's like, and I promise never to leave like that again. I won't make you feel like that again. Okay?"

"Okay." I let him hug me. Sometimes, I guess anger comes from worry, at least a part of it. I pull a bit away from him to look him in the eyes. "But you are never going to drug me again! Understood?"

"Yes, darling. Of course, I'm so sorry about that," he says. When I smile, he replies with a grin and hugs me even tighter. "I love you and I'm sorry," he whispers in my hair. And I know that he really is, and that it won't happen again.

"I love you, too, Dad."

(Loki's POV)

Standing in this cage made of glass and steel, I am where I want to be. But not with whom I would prefer to be with. In front of this cage are Anthony Stark, the Man of Iron; Steve Rogers, the Man out of Time; Natasha Romanoff, the female assassin, who makes me think of Sif for some reason; and then there's my brother! I would have spat it out, if it weren't all in my head.

They've been discussing for some time now. I smirk, almost unnoticeable. This is easier than I expected it to be. At this rate I don't have to do anything at all.

Standing here looking out at the four people fighting, makes me feel rather bored. It's not like I actually have anything to contribute with. Well, I have, but I doubt they would listen. So I fall back into the memories that are always there.

My mother, who is showing me how to focus the magic in my hands, smiles at me. "See, I knew you could do it!" she exclaims proudly. My own smile matches her, when I look at her with pride in my eyes.

I'm ten, or at least that's what I am in human years, and I have finally mastered the technique. Well for me it's finally, I feel like I've spent forever practicing it, for others it seems really early for me to be able to do anything like this. I guess, when my mother calls me special, she really means it.

Just when I'm about to do it again, just to be sure that I wasn't just lucky, my brother bursts in. Thor. He's a couple years older than me, but isn't interested (or capable) in learning magic, so it's not like I can compare my progress with his. That doesn't stop him from comparing his fighting abilities to mine though, even though I'm not really interested in that either, so it's not fair.

"Loki! You have to practice with me now! That magic thing isn't important, it's not like you can actually do something with it. Come on!" And just like that he has ruined the happiness I was feeling from accomplishing something. Thankfully, our mother is still here.

"Thor! Magic is just as important as physical fighting; I want you to understand this. It is not less than your fighting abilities, it is of equal worth." She puts her arm on my shoulder, I guess she always notices when I become sad.

I am shaken away from my daydream, still a bit sad, by a door slamming and the sound of a slap being given. When I look out of the cage, I now see a young girl with honey blond hair, maybe 18 years old, standing in front of Stark. She looks angry, and my suspicion is proven right when she starts yelling at him. Something about a drug and leaving her alone? I don't really listen.

What I do gather though, is that she's Stark's daughter. A daughter he loves and wants to protect more than anything. I might be able to use this in some way. She doesn't give a name, which makes sense, because why would she introduce herself to someone who already knows her. She certainly wouldn't be introducing herself to me; that would be weird. I am a prisoner, after all.

I turn slightly away when the scene continues with the two of them hugging. Sentimentality. I mentally roll my eyes. I settle on watching the others instead. Rogers seems relieved that they're not fighting anymore, he's smiling softly; I guess he likes the girl. Romanoff is just standing there like a statue, a proper agent; she looks slightly annoyed at getting interrupted. And Thor, the big oaf, is standing there smiling confused. I'm sure he hasn't even figured out she's his daughter yet. I shake my head slightly.

"Well, Thor, I would like to introduce you to my daughter, Emma," Stark says with a smile plastered on his face. Emma. Hmm, a person who is loved by many, it looks to be fitting. She looks like the type who makes everyone like her. The type who always fall for guys like my brother. Again with the sneer.

"Ah, Lady Stark, a pleasure to meet you," Thor says. She smiles at him, not a fake smile but not as big as it was before. But I notice her brown eyes flicker slightly over to me. Well it might be the light or something. I'm probably wrong.

(Emma's POV)

Well, he looks just like the pictures. Blue eyes, blond hair, muscular. Nothing special there, not for me anyway. But he's nice; Lady Stark. Odd, but I guess he is from a world where that's normal. It's hard not to smile back to him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Thor. I've heard a lot about you," I answer, more out of formality than anything else. I look at my father, who's still standing next to me with an arm around my shoulders, and raise my eyebrow. He seems to get the hint.

"And this is Thor's brother, Loki. Reindeer games, my daughter Emma." I furrow my brows at the nickname, but let it go. He seems to be surprised to be introduced to me. But that's understandable, I guess; it is kind of weird. Glancing quickly at the others proves that. He does seem to hide the surprised look on his face quickly though, I don't know if the others even noticed. Well maybe Natasha did, but the others, I doubt it.

"Hi," I smile, "Nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you, too." He comes closer to the glass, closer to me. Actually looking at me, for real. And then he smirks slightly, not happy but not evil either.

"Only bad things I hope."

I can't help but let out a small giggle. "Depends on how you define bad, I guess. Some were bad, some were not." I smile hesitantly, not really expecting him to answer, and he doesn't. But I don't know if he would have, if he had gotten the chance, because my father interrupts.

"Sweetie, we're done here, so let's get out of here. It's about lunch time." I let myself be "dragged" by my father, with only one last look back at Loki. Yeah, he's definitely interesting.

Finally I have seen him; Loki. I can't figure out if he's like I expected or not. Maybe he's just hard to define. I don't really know what I expected either. Either way, I'm happy I've finally seen him. I just hope I'll be able to see him again.

Okay, I know he's evil and the bad guy and all that. But! That doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be excited about meeting him! He is a god, well Jotünn, but still. He's not someone I ever expected to be able to see or meet, period. I didn't even believe him to be real.

His brother, Thor, is pretty much what I thought he would be, though. In the myths I remember him to have red hair, but that's a minor detail. I did see both of their pictures in the files of course, so I knew what to expect from their looks. He seems like a generally nice guy, but also a bit loud… A bit is an understatement; he's very loud.

My thoughts turn back to Loki; he seemed to be the more interesting. But I thought that when I read the myths, too, so I probably shouldn't be too surprised.

"… please move. Emma!" I look up startled by my name.

"Hmm? What did you say, Dad?" He seems annoyed by something. That something probably being me.

"You're in the way. Can you please move!" he says harshly. I guess I lost myself in my thoughts. My father really hates it when people don't listen to him, so I get his reaction. I quickly move out of his way.

"Sorry, Dad. Didn't hear you," I smile apologetically. And fortunately he smiles back. So he's not really angry at me, just a bit annoyed.

"Were you thinking of who I think you were thinking of?" he smirks at me.

I blush slightly; I didn't know I was that easy to read. "I have no idea who you're talking about," I try to deny. But of course I have lost the war before it even started.

My father rolls his eyes playfully at me. "Oh don't you? I'm talking about Loki, of course."

My thoughts immediately slip back into wonderings and speculations of Loki. I barely register my father chuckling. I'm already too caught up in my thoughts.

Suddenly my father's hand is waving in front of me, and I blink back to the real world. I look up at him. He looks teasing, but I can tell he's also annoyed and starting to get angry.

"You know, Emma, I have now tried to contact you three times with zero reply. And you're in the way again. Why don't you go bother someone else?" His last question is said in a teasing tone, but with a serious hint. He actually does want me to leave. I guess I can understand.

I sigh. "Sorry, Dad. I guess I'm just a bit distracted. I'll leave then." I take off, trying to think of something to do. I don't want to sound like a small kid, but I'm so bored! I have absolutely nothing to do!

I decide to go see if Steve has anything for me to do. I find him at the gym again. "Hey, Steve. You don't have anything for me to do, do you?" I sound pretty pathetic right now.

"No, Emma. Sorry." He only shrug apologetically and keeps working out. Any other time I would have taken this as a clear sign of rejection and leave, but now I fail to notice the clear dismissal. Instead I sit down and watch him work out.

After a while I notice his glares at me every ten seconds. He's clearly annoyed that I'm watching him, even though he would probably never say so. I stand and leave the room. I have nothing better to do, so I go back to my own room.

In my room I just sit on my bed reading and listening to music; still bored out of my mind. This continues until my father comes back in the evening. Then we eat, I pretty much just continue to annoy him without meaning to, and I get ready to sleep.

The only thing in my mind when I lie down to sleep is that meeting Loki was the only good thing that have happened today. Otherwise the day has been pretty boring, and I have succeeded in annoying both my father and Steve. All without really meaning to. I go to sleep hoping tomorrow will be better.

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