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Feeding the Devil

Seventh day

"That's it, Emma!" my father says angrily. Me, I just look up from the papers I was asking him about. I'm not really confused, but honestly I don't think I've been that bad either. I have been asking a lot of questions all day, but I'm bored! There's nothing for me to do here.

Normally he wouldn't have such a short temper, and he certainly wouldn't be snapping at me. But I know he has been under a lot of stress, and this wasn't the way he intended to use his time either. That's why I don't get angry at him for snapping, 'cause I get it. Unfortunately this hasn't exactly been the not-boring day I wanted up till now.

"What, Dad? I'm sorry, but I don't really have anything else to do," I say, trying to calm him down a bit.

He sighs annoyed, more at himself than at me I think. "I know, I know, sorry, hon." He ruffles his hair so it becomes even messier than it was before. I crack half a smile. "I need to find something you can do, something useful…" His voice fades, which makes me think that he's talking to himself and not to me. Then he stands and walks around a bit, while mumbling to himself.

I've just considered continuing reading the papers, when he stops and turns around to look at me. I stare expectantly at him.

"I know!" he exclaims, and continues. "You are going to be a help. You!" He pauses excited, and I wait for him to continue. "You are going to feed the devil!" He smiles at his own genius, while I frown slightly confused.

"The devil?" I ask, not really getting what he's trying to say. He nods excited.

"Yeah, I thought you would be excited."

"Why would I be excited? What devil are you…" The realization hits me. "Oh, you're talking about Loki, aren't you?" His smirk proves my theory, and slowly a smile creeps onto my face. "I'm going to give Loki his food? I'm going to go near him again, see him again? Oh my god, Dad!"

"But!" He holds his hand up. "You are not doing anything that could put you in danger, understand? If I let you do this, you are going to be careful!"

"Of course, dad," I roll my eyes at him. "Jeez, you were the one who suggested it, 'course I'm not going to do anything reckless." Like I would ever do something dangerous on purpose. I'm not that stupid.

"So, when do I start?"

He thinks about this for a while. "Well, I have to tell Fury, but I'm thinking today. If you come with me right now, you can get the food to give him immediately." I can't help but hug him. "Jeez, excited, huh? At least I'll get you out of my hair, for a while," he teases.

"Sorry, but yeah. Can we go now?" I'm already standing up, not even pretending that I'm not excited. I am going to bring a god his food! Who wouldn't be? It's just that I've read so much about him and his adventures in Jotunheim and Asgard, and some of the other realms too. Finding out that he is in fact Odin's son, adopted son but whatever, and Thor's brother, is just amazing! I'm dying to know what else isn't true in the myths.

After getting the permission to do this, I'm well on my way to the room that contains the cage with the angry god. Permission might be an exaggeration, because my father simply told Director Fury that I was going to do it, and that was it. My father really has a way with words.

I find myself humming while I walk through the hallways. The food I'm carrying in front of me isn't anything special. Some bread, water and something that looks like veal. I'm glad our own food is more delicious than this.

The guards must have gotten the message, 'cause they let me in without asking me any questions. Once again I'm staring at the god I've read all about. He's standing, looking a bit restless. But that's understandable, it's not like he has a lot to do in that cage. He eyes me suspiciously, so I just smile at him carefully. To be honest, I'm a bit nervous by now, he is kind of intimidating.

Hmm, I have a problem. There's something I haven't really thought about: how am I supposed to give him the food? Is there a small opening that will open if I push a button, or something? Looking at the control panel, there sure is a lot of buttons. How am I supposed to know which one to push?

Looking up, I notice Loki following me with his eyes. I shrug and push one of the only two buttons, with actual signs on them. The door of the cage opens, and I hurry through it, before it closes behind me. But not before I've grabbed the remote control that's lying on the panel; I have to have a way to get out.

Loki is now standing less than two meters from me, and he's still giving me a suspicious look. Well, now there's also a hint of weird in his green eyes. To be honest it was kind of weird of me to just walk into his cage like that. I try to smile hesitantly, suddenly really nervous. And what do I do when I'm nervous? I talk.

(Loki's POV)

The girl from yesterday, Emma, is apparently the one to bring me food today. And since I didn't get anything yesterday, that is welcomed. She looks quite confused walking over to the panel with the buttons. She doesn't push any of them, but then again she doesn't walk away either; like the woman from the day before did, when she came with my food.

I'm pretty sure she notices that I'm watching her; at least she looks like it. Then she shrugs, pockets something and press a button. A quiet noise comes from the door of the cage, before it… opens? I honestly have no idea what's going on, does she expect me to do anything? Apparently not, 'cause she hurries inside, so she's now standing in front of me.

How dare they?! Do they think I'm so weak that a child can intimidate me? Me, Loki of Asgard! How dare they underestimate me like that?! And she's not even nervous, she acts like this is completely normal and she has nothing to fear from me! I will show them who they're dealing with! I am Loki of Asgard, God of Lies and Mischief and I will not let anyone underestimate me!

While she starts talking, I begin to contemplate what to do with her. I have to show them, that I am not easy to deal with; I am not to be tamed! Knowing that she's Stark's daughter makes her a perfect target. A threat is too light a message; I have to actually hurt her to make this seem right. Unconsciously I move a bit closer, and she stops talking.

My expression must have changed 'cause she starts talking again.

"Did you hear what I just said, Loki?" she inquires while smiling. When I don't respond, she continues. "I am going to bring you your food from now on. I hope that's okay with you, I don't know who did it yesterday, but I'm going to do it from here on." Hmm, interesting, so she's going to come in here every day? That could definitely be getting fun. I don't think she's actually supposed to be in here, so I can definitely have some fun with that. Maybe I shouldn't hurt her then.

"Well, okay then. Maybe I should start by introducing myself properly. I'm Emma Antoinette Stark, I'm 18 years old and, normally, I live with my father, Tony Stark." She holds out her hand for me to shake, but when I don't she just pulls it back, like it's no big deal.

"You have no idea how much I've been dying to meet you, ever since I read about you in the files. Okay, it's only been a week, but still. I have so many questions! I have read all the myths about you, and I have to say, you look nothing like I imagined you would!" She hurriedly continues, probably afraid I'll get hurt or something. "Not in a bad way of course! Is it okay if I ask you some questions?"

I don't know if she's actually asking me, because she just continues like I already agreed to it. Not that I would have, had she really asked me.

"I was so surprised when I found out you and Thor are brothers; in the myths Odin is your blood brother, you know someone you mixed blood with, and now I find out he's your father! That's amazing how wrong the stories can be, right? But anyway, is it true that you have six children?" Here she pauses, waiting for an answer from me. When I don't, she looks apologizing and says, "Oh, I'm sorry. You don't want me to talk about that? I can talk about something else then."

I sigh mentally and sit down on the bench. It's oddly comforting to have someone talking next to me. Even though I'm also kind of hungry, and really would appreciate her giving me that food. Not that I'm planning to eat it while she's here, but I'm guessing that she'll leave after she has given it to me.

Next to me she hesitates slightly before sitting down beside me. And then she continues talking about all the myths she's read and all the facts about me she apparently knows. I must admit that I zone her out after a while, thinking about something else. She doesn't seem to notice.

Maybe the food is some kind of torture. I mean, yesterday a woman came in with the food, but she got scared and ran out after placing the plate just outside of the glass cage. Foolish mortal, such a stupid act! How was I supposed to eat the food from in here? And they say I'm evil?! And now this young girl, woman she did say she was 18, comes in here and just sits with my food? When is she going to shut up and give it to me?! It's really rather mean of them. "Incredibly rude," I mumble, interrupting her in a sentence about Thor and me.

"Excuse me, what? Did I say something wrong or something?" she asks worried. Well, she wasn't supposed to hear it, but now that she has, I might as well answer.

"The food torture, you've got going on in this place, is rude." She doesn't look to have become any more clever on what I'm talking about and instead tilts her head slightly, so I continue, "Yesterday my food was left outside of the cage and now you're holding it, instead of simply giving it to me."

I watch her face, when realization hits her. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I didn't think about it like that. And you didn't get anything yesterday? Hmm, I'm terribly sorry," she says, apologizing twice even though one of the times wasn't even her fault. That immediately makes me answer her.

"Never apologize for what isn't your fault, foolish girl." Then I smirk, "And you don't have to call me "god", Loki is fine."

She blushes. "I didn't mean it like that! It's just an expression." Like I don't know that. Then she finally hands over the plate with food, not that it's anything extraordinary, but food is food when you haven't gotten anything for a while.

Well, I'm certainly not going to eat with her staring at me, so I keep staring at her with an inquiring look. "Did you want anything else?" I ask her finally.

"No, that's all. I'll leave then. Bye." With that she gets up and leaves, taking the pocketed thing up and push a button on it. With that the door opens again to let her out of my cage. Before she completely leaves, she turns slightly around, "See you tomorrow, Loki." With that she disappears and I begin to eat.

(Emma's POV)

I can't help but smile, as I walk to meet up with my father at his lab. I promised I would come back here, I guess so he can check that nothing happened or something. Normally I wouldn't mind, but right now I don't really want to see him. Part of that reason is that I literally can't stop smiling, just because of meeting Loki. And I don't want my dad to tease me about it. The other part is that I hate lying to him. And I know I have to, because he can't know that I went into the cage, or what we were talking about. Because that would seem weird, if he knew I had actually talked to him. But come on, what else was I supposed to do? Just give him his food and go? I would never do that.

"Hi, Emma," my dad greets me as I walk through the door, "I was just about to come looking for you."

I sit down on one of the chairs in the room, trying not to let it show how surprised I got when he said that, and not in the positive way. That would have been a disaster, if he had seen me in there with Loki. I force myself to look natural. "Oh? How come, Dad?"

"I just thought you were being a bit slow, so I wanted to make sure nothing had happened to you," he answers while smiling.

"Come on, Dad. What could have happened? I was just giving him his food," I say, really trying to make the lie convincing.

"I know, darling. But I got worried," he says, but then he frowns, "Wait… You didn't talk to him?"

He sounds generally confused, so I'm really hoping that that means that I'm allowed to talk to him. "Only a bit," I answer hesitantly, still not sure if he will become angry.

He doesn't, instead he smirks, "I thought so. Like you were going to pass that chance."

"So it's okay?" I ask confused, and on the verge to be really thrilled. It's not that I wouldn't talk to Loki if my father said no, but now I'm only breaking one rule.

"Of course," he smiles, and continues, "As long as you're not in there with him." Then he laughs, like he can't believe that I would do that. When I don't laugh he pauses to look expectantly at me with raised eyebrows.

"Of course, Dad. Why would I even walk in there?" I smile in a way I hope screams trustworthy.

Seeing as this is my father, it does. Nonetheless, I quickly change the subject, "So where is Bruce?"

"Bruce? Oh, he went to talk to Thor and Fury about something. I think it has something to do with the Tesseract, but nothing important."

"Okay, then. Do you have anything I can do?"

"Not really. I don't know what that would be, I don't have much to do myself right now," he says.

"Oh well," I answer bored. I really don't know what to do.

"Hey, Emma?" I look up at him. "Didn't you bring your laptop? I told you, you should." Oh yeah, I had totally forgot about that. That's a good idea.

"Yes, I did. Thanks, Dad, I had completely forgotten about it. I think I'm going to watch a movie or something." I stand up.

"Thought you might had. That's the thing about the gods, they mess with your head," he laughs and is clearly expecting me to laugh, too. But instead I just roll my eyes at him.

"Okay bye, dad."

"See you later, Em'." I wave at him, before walking to our room. A good thing he reminded me; now I can go watch a movie and waste time. I smile to myself. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all; I got to see Loki again and talk to him, even though he didn't seem happy about it. But anyways, I choose to look at this as process.

I hope you liked the chapter! Finally they meet properly ^^ Excuse me for taking some freedoms with Loki's cage and the food, in the movie he's not in the cage for that long and I really wanted to make the time period a bit longer in the story, ergo he needs food. Therefore I had to make sure there was a button or something which would make an opening, and it's so much more fun if Emma actually goes in there with him ^^ Anyway, I hope you like the idea. See you next monday ^^ Please review, favourite and follow.