Mentions of implied rape.

Amelia finished out the day quietly. After handing the samples over to Ellis, she considered asking what they needed them for but decided she didn't really want to know. At home, she quietly made herself a small meal and ate only half of it in the dim light of her kitchen, after washing up her dishes and wiping down the counters it was only 7:30 but she went to bed anyway.

Anything to get away from the nagging thoughts of specimen 320…

"Good morning Amelia!" Ellis said brightly the following morning before Amelia even had a chance to sit at her desk, "We need you to gather some more samples today since you did so well with the Jotun yesterday."

"Oh…okay."

"Good," The woman handed her a small silver dagger and two containers.

"What exactly am I doing?" Amelia turned the dagger over in her hands.

"We need flesh samples. Again from both forms, and we need you to record how fast it heals."

Amelia nodded but felt slightly sick from the idea, and made her way through the corridors.

Today she found the cells occupant eating from a pile of rubbish that seemed to be thrown on the floor only recently.

"And what can I do for you this time?" He asked after swallowing a mouthful of what she hoped was food.

"I need…flesh samples…" She held up the dagger.

"Ahh, I see."

"I…uh…"

"Well, might as well get on with it." He stood up quickly and grabbed the knife from her hand before she could even process that he had stood up, it wasn't her first time seeing a naked man before, but it catches you a little off-guard when you aren't prepared for it.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you your sample," He said simply and pressed the blade to the meaty mound that connected his thumb to his hand, "Here you go," He held the chunk of flesh out to her, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Thanks."

"Now what?"

"I need to record how fast you heal." Amelia held up a pad and pencil.

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I eat while we wait." He plopped back down to the stone floor.

"How often do they feed you?"

"We get scraps from the city, whatever families have left over from meals we get," He said between bites of food.

Amelia thought about the half plate of food she left behind last night that she had just thrown into the trash. "I didn't know they did that."

The man only nodded.

"How long have you been here?"

"As long as I can remember. Mind you I haven't always been in this cell; I had a nurse and was kept in slightly better conditions."

"A nurse?" Amelia sat down across from him.

"Yes," He looked at her for a moment, "You remind me a lot of her actually. The two of you are the only ones to treat me with any form of kindness."

"What happened to her?"

"I don't know. I know she got in trouble a lot for how she treated me, she used to sneak me toys, she taught me how to read and write some, she even gave me a name, Loki. I think they only waited until I could take care of myself before they got rid of her."

"They've been doing this to you since you were a child?"

"Yes, but as I have said, I had slightly better conditions back then. I think it was only a few months ago when they realized I had stopped growing I was thrown in here and subjected to tests every few days."

"I'm sorry."

"You are the only one to say so." Loki looked down at his hand, "Well I would say, ten minutes is the time it takes, don't you?" He held it out for her to see.

"I think you're right."

"I see two containers; I imagine you need my party trick again?"

"Yes."

Loki performed the motions again, on the other hand, this time, while Amelia scribbled on her notepad.

"You don't seem the type to be in this profession." He mused, watching her.

"What makes you say that?"

"You don't come in her brandishing the cattle prod or with clubs. I used to be this way with all of them, something my nurse taught me, treat others the way you want to be treated, but in the end that didn't get me anywhere."

"So why were you so easy for me yesterday."

"Just a feeling. You spoke first and didn't immediately start tazing me."

"I think you are healing a little faster this time." She pointed at where the new flesh had grown.

"I think so."

Amelia stood, brushed straw from her clothes and walked to the door, "Thank you, Loki."

I want to see the records for specimen 320, please." Amelia asked the file clerk. The woman behind the desk nodded and went to find the file.

Twenty minutes later Amelia was at her desk, her lamp was the only one lit as everyone else had gone home, she flipped open the file.

The subject was brought to Asgard by the Allfather, from Jotunheim. The Allfather noted that when he picked up the infant, it changed from its natural form to one of an Asgardian.

Whether or not this was a survival instinct or a trick they are teaching their young to infiltrate Asgard remains to be seen.

The subject is being housed with a laboratory appointed nurse until it can survive on its own.

Nurse dismissed. The subject is being moved general population. Growth is being monitored.

Amelia's eyes skimmed through the file pages, which for the most part were just heights and weights. A more recent date caught her eye.

Subject appears to have stopped growing. The troubling thing is that he is only the height of an average Asgardian, and nowhere near the smallest recorded adult height of a frost giant.

Could he simply be a runt? Or could he be a halfbreed?

Further research is found that when the subject was found a camp of Asgardian POWs were also found and released. Could its mother be among the warriors?

Amelia realized that the following pages were all blood tests. One of the last entries was only a few weeks ago.

Confirmed, the subject is half-Asgardian, half Frost Giant.