Hello everyone!

So, I come back with a new chapter! No battle this time but still a little bit of confrontations... Well, I say a little but that's actually more like a lot.

Let me know what you think!

Being conscious hurt. Her skull, her wounds, her wrists restrained behind her back by solid, metal Asgardian cuffs. Torunn opened her eyes. She was lying on some sort of bed, more like a bench, in a cell. The walls were black, except for a white-ish one. There was a light, but it wasn't enough to light up the corners of the room.

She remembered the fight with May and the fight with her mother. She remembered the man watching her, and the pain to her head. She had blacked-out. She was now prisoner. And she hated it.

She had always loved freedom above everything. She didn't want to be restrained. She hated being in jail. She wished to control every single of her motions, every single emotion. But she couldn't. She had never could.

She tried to sit, her whole body screaming in pain. She was now sitting on the mattress, trying to turn her wrists to change her position into a more comfortable one. She then saw they had stripped her of her armor, leaving her in leggings and bodice. Of course she didn't have her knife or sword anymore.

For a couple of minutes, she waited. Suddenly, the white-ish wall disappeared and guards entered the room. She tensed when they approached her and grabbed her by the arms. They dragged her, quite roughly, towards the exit and into the corridors.

She gritted her teeth, not making a sound of pain even if she wanted too. Never show your weaknesses to your enemies. They guided her into another room, as dark as the cell, but with a table and two chairs. It looked like some kind of interrogation room. The table was metal, strong and fixed to the ground. The guards made her sit roughly.

"That is no manner of treating a lady, gentlemen."

She snapped. Her comment didn't trigger anything, even an eyebrow rise. They disappeared through the door and she heard their footsteps leave. She sighed. How long was she going to stay in there?

"Lack of finesse…"

She mumbled. God, that was one hell of an uncomfortable position. She tried to tug a little on the cuffs. Increasing the pressure, she tested their resistance to the point she couldn't try harder. Definitely Asgardian metal. She knew this kind of bonds, having used them a couple of times already when it came to restraining prisoners. She knew they resisted to the strength of any god, even the most powerful's.

"Don't try to run."

The voice of her mother came to her ear. The woman was leaning against the door, watching her. How long has she been in there?

"Mother! That's one hell of a timing to suddenly care about me! Did your maternal instinct finally came back from its long-lasting vacations or is it just because I'm wreaking havoc on Father's beloved realm? And since when do you actually care about what he is thinking? I thought you hated him at least as much as you hate me!"

"First, girl, I do care."

"Twaddle. You never cared."

"Second. I don't hate you. Neither do I your father."

"Oh, sure you don't! You just highly despise both of us!"

Sif took a deep, calming breath. Torunn's words were true and hurt her deeply but she couldn't let herself explode to her daughter's face, in rage, or burst into tears like she thought she was going to do if it continued that way for a long time.

"Why are you really here, Mother? If it's not to bring me back home."

"I was sent here by the Allfather. To protect the Nine Realms of the threat of Hella Lokisdottir, with whom I heard you befriended."

"Hella is my friend indeed."

The girl believed it. She actually believed it. She believed that Hella Lokisdottir was her friend. Sif was afraid for her daughter. She thought the most horrible criminal ever was her friend. She thought the Goddess of Death could feel what an intricate emotion was friendship.

"Daughter, I think you are foolish to believe such a thing."

"Mother. Please. Don't try to explain what caring is about."

"I know about friendship."

"Of course… Do I have to remind you how your so-called 'friendship' with Father finished?"

"How dare you!"

"I dare. That's all. There is no how, no why. I just do."

Torunn wasn't even looking at her mother. Well, she couldn't look at the woman who had never been there for her for her whole childhood, and teenage. How even dare she be there and try to give her a lecture?! Did she really think here daughter was going to listen? Then, she was the foolish in the story.

"Torunn… Don't try to make it more difficult!"

"Because you think it's easy? Never seeing your parents. Growing up alone. In the dark. In the shadow of the shame you two bear because I was born. Do you really think that was easy?!"

"Listen to me…"

"No. I'm not gonna listen to anything you are going to say. Now, go away. Or I swear I'm going to get rid of those cuffs. And It won't end up pretty."

"Don't threaten me, child."

"I am not a child anymore. I'm a freakin' rabid goddess, who's most delightful thought is to send you flying into Helheim!"

Coulson had heard the yells of the two women in the cell. He had to interrogate the younger. He could have done it later, but he didn't want to loose one of the two Asgardians.

The door opened at the moment Sif was loosing her temper. She turned and glared at him.

"I come in peace, ladies."

"Coulson, now is definitely not the best of times!"

"Believe me. It is. If you'll excuse me, I have to interrogate my prisoner there."

He gestured towards Torunn. She was quite glad he was interrupting that fight they were having.

"We have family matter to discuss."

"Because now you care about family!"

Torunn rolled her eyes.

"Miss, please."

Coulson interrupted, with a look that clearly told her to shut up. He turned to Sif, and after a little debate, she agreed she could let him with Torunn and continue her confrontation later.

"Finally..."

The girl sighed when her mother left the room.

"Family trouble?"

"Yeah..."

And the interrogation started.

"What did you do, stupid mortal?! I thought that honor had some kind of meaning on that pathetic realm! I guess I was wrong!"

Hella was icy. Of that kind of cold so low it burned you. Everything, her voice, her eyes, her iron grip on him, was burning with fury.

But now he just looked at her right in the depths of her demented soul. Her world was cold and fury. His had been warmth and love, until they took it away from him.

But now he had a chance to have it back. Finally. And he wasn't gonna let it escape. So, he looked at her, and she saw why this man had always been so difficult to control. That fire. That fire that melted away even the iciest fury.

"We consider honor. Even more than you do. We may be 'inferior' species but we surely are superior in many ways. We feel. I thought this word had some kind of meaning even in the farthest realm."

He was calm. Extremely calm. Hella wanted him to rage. Rage and fear. Fear was what she craved. Rage was just a mean of control. She had done it on one of the purest Asgardian goddess possible. Why couldn't she succeed on a single mortal?

"And you, all mighty goddess you think you be, is nothing more than a living, breathing puppet of blood and tissue. Because there is no glow in you. You don't feel. You are in that perpetual state of fury, of destruction. It's like it is your natural state. You won't ever understand what it is to feel something for someone, in a romantic, friendly, or sad way. You are nothing. And you can't control me anymore. I'm not afraid of your act. I'm not afraid of a robot."

He thought about Skye and the team, but now Torunn was added to the picture. Because he missed her. He had only spent a couple of weeks with what he thought was a raging, psychopathic and spoiled brat from Asgard. He had discovered a lonely, broken, psychopathic girl from Asgard.

He knew no one on the team would believe him after all. They were right. He had betrayed them. he couldn't be trusted anymore. He knew a word from him, against or for Torunn's sake could have the most destructive effects.

"The line between bravery and recklessness is too blurred to be ignored, Grant Ward. Are you gonna step over it?"

"I'll do. With pleasure."

She looked at him, her eyes narrowed. She was a predator, the goddess of Death he was going to feed from his end. But the, she released him. It was surprising. He knew something else was going to come soon enough.

"You are honorable."

She said. And then, she left. But he saw the flash of hatred in her gaze. It was not over yet.

"Are you not afraid of being alone with a psycho?"

"I ask the questions, young lady."

After asking casually for a couple of shallow things, Coulson was now getting to the topic. Torunn could feel he was on his guard, that's the reason why she had asked that question. She wanted to test him, to see if he was the man she thought he was. He could be cold, or warm, depending on the mood he wanted to give to the conversation. He had just turned icy.

"I'm freakin' 320 years old… Let me tell you I've seen worse."

"This is not the matter. Why did you make Ward escape?"

She was prepared to this one. She had prepared the perfect counter-interrogation, but she decided, in some crazy way, she had to speak the truth to SHIELD.

"We needed him."

"You are two goddesses with supernatural abilities. Why would you need him?"

There was contempt in Coulson's voice. She had heard about the betrayal. She just hadn't realize the wound had been that deep.

"Because he knew SHIELD, because he is an excellent fighter. Because he could make the call according to what he felt was right. The last reason I didn't share with Hella."

"This man betrayed us. You think his judgement is worth your trust? I shouldn't bet on that."

"But I do. Grant is a right man. He didn't make the good choices in the past but he honored them. His judgement is clouded by love, regrets, sadness and a lot of other emotions. That's exactly what I wanted. He is not the Big Bad Wolf you thought he is."

"If you think that, then he fooled you."

"I wouldn't bet on that, at the contrary."

She had a little smile.

"Why did you want to bring SHIELD down?"

"Guess what, genius? We want this realm. So we destroy the main threat for us. The authority on inter-realmic matter. You."

He stood up. He wasn't the one Grant had told her about now. She threatened his family. So he became dangerous. She felt the change in the atmosphere. She swallowed. Maybe it was time to shut her mouth a little bit more.

That's when he remarked the huge dark stain on her sleeve.

"Are you hurt?"

"That's none of your business."

"We are not going to let a prisoner wounded."

She glared at him. She could perfectly take care of herself, thank you very much. He called someone to go have a look on her. Couldn't they just let her be? They waited a few minutes in silence. She could feel Coulson watching her, but she stubbornly looked the other way. She was old enough to be left in peace.

The door opened in a not really discreet way. Her head still hurt, from the stroke she had received from her mother. She winced.

"Sorry, Sir. Jemma couldn't come, she's taking care of the others."

"Alright. I'll leave you two alone. Just don't open her cuffs."

"He's not dumb!"

Torunn grumbled. When the door was closed, she finally looked at the man who was suppose to heal her.

He had a nice smile, and nice eyes. He was nice. And brilliant. And so so alive.

"You are Fitz."

He raised an eyebrow. It wasn't even a question.

"Yeah... How do you know?"

"Grant told me about you."

Here we are!

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The Queen of Heart