Just throwing this out there: Chicken donuts. Why hasn't anyone made this happen yet?

"What if she is not lying? Could she have been influenced by the humans? Maybe-" Loki's questioning stopped as Odin raised a weathered winkled hand. They had moved to adjoining room of the great hall to discuss what should happen to Felicia. It was much smaller but just as grand and golden. Odin raked his fingers through his grey beard slowly. It had occurred to him that she might not be fibbing, what Asgardian did not want to spend their glorious life in the realm eternal? Then again, she was small for one of them. The thought of her escaping to Midgard to blend in better, to not be ridiculed or to leave a marriage was plausible. How she had left was the bigger question, the bifrost had sat unused for hundreds of years.

"Thor, what do you think?" Odin asked more to gauge his son's civil abilities. The god of thunder was every bit of the warrior he needed to be but the All-father still questioned his ability to rule. Thor's blue eyes shifted around the room as he thought. This was obviously not his forte and he internally scrambled for an answer. His face drew into a frown before it dawned on him, "This woman is not a threat to place back into Asgard. She has no magic we know of and no special talents. Why not make her a servant?" Silence covered the room as the three men mulled the proposition. It would give the opportunity to servery her behavior and to test her knowledge of Asgardian culture. If she was, as she said, truly not of their realm, it would be quite a challenge.

The plain white sleeveless dress Felicia was given sat loosely around her frame, cloaking her curves and the extra pudge around her stomach. She was glad for it not being so body conscience but it made her look boxy. What was left of the frayed hem reached her knees. Before she could protest or even ask for her missing glasses the other maids circled around her, poking and scoffing at how much a traitor she was. Had Felicia cared what they thought, their words would have cut her deeply. She found that she did care though. She was in an unknown place with strange people tossing insults her way. The furrowed eyebrows and comments lashed out towards her. One brash hand reached out, its' target her chest, before Felicia slapped it away.

"By Odin's beard, what was the All-father thinking?! A strumpet will always be a strumpet." Voices in the crowd surrounding her chipped in.

"Aye. She will be good for floor work though. The time she has spent on her knees will help"

Laughter rolled from the crowd at Felicia's expense. The words sparked an anger in her chest and before the logical side could stop it, her emotions flooded out.

"I am not a whore! Just who do you think you are talking about me like that? Do I know any of you? No! Get my name out of your mouths before I take it and your tongues myself." The rage boiled her blood as she met the eyes of the surrounding servants. Not one was as short nor as heavy as Felicia, the thought lodged in the logical side of her mind, but at this moment she did not care. Uprooted and thrown into a different world only to be bound into servitude would make anyone angry. The jabs were only salt in the wound. Her teeth gritted, so tightly she thought they might break, at the peering eyes until a disturbance rippled through the room. The group parted almost ceremoniously, their heads dipped to the ground at the arrival of their prince Loki. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as Felicia's eyes met his. He moved briskly but with unmatched grace towards her. The burning in her chest dissipated and was quickly replaced with a sort of dread. This man had been one to help decide her fate, cast her to a hooting group of ill-mannered servants, he could still change his mind and do much worse. He stopped before her and stared down with his cool green eyes, "This" He tugged at the shoulder of her mundane dress, "This will not do. Have appropriate clothes made. Come, girl." Loki turned on his heels, only after he had reached the doorway did she notice it was she he was talking to. She sprinted to catch up with him, careful to stay a few steps behind him. The halls turned from the bland gray of cobblestone to golden hues of marble with just the assistance of a regular wooden door. Had Felicia been able to stand and gawk, she would have, for hours at a time. Architecture had been a secret love of her's even though she never dreamed of ever entering into the field. Her staring would have to wait though, she did not want to loose Loki from her sight. She would be so hopelessly lost without following his trailing forest green cape. She followed him through twists and turns and stairs and a few more doors until he stopped. They were in a bedroom, the size of it made Felicia believe it was his, it was too grand not to be. A sudden bubble of what one might consider bravery made her question him, "What is it I'm supposed to be doing anyways?"

Loki had not turned to face her until that moment and when he did, she wished she had kept her mouth shut. His face was twisted into a mix of disgust and skepticism. He closed the gap between them before Felicia could move away and captured her face with a hand.

"The way you speak. Have you no class?" To say Felicia was baffled would have been a great injustice. What had she said to warrant such an insult? He continued, "Were you raised in a barn, girl? You slur your words into a mess and your pronunciation- By Odin's beard! I have been fated to teach you how to speak like a lady."

Felicia's parents had taught her to use proper grammar. After she moved to New York, everyone she met had asked where she was from. Her accent was somewhat similar to a New York accent but it carried enough differences for people to notice.

"I will tutor you later. For now, mop this floor." How was she supposed to do that? There was no mop or bucket she could see. Loki dropped his grip and turned away from her in disdain.

"With what? I don't have any water."

Her words had caught his attention, her face was in a tighter grip this time, he leaned in closer to her.

"Did you said wu-der?"

"Wha-der" She could hear the difference between them. There was no doubt she had a Philadelphia accent, it was something she was sort of proud, "Iggles". The ends of her mouth twitched, with every accented word Loki grew angrier.

"And just what is an 'iggle'?"

"A large majestic bird of prey." He released her cheeks again and stepped away to regain his composure. Felicia was only testing him and at this point, he was sure he was failing. Grey smudges were all over his hand, she had not bathed since she arrived and he dismissed her off to his own bathroom. If it was dirty when she was done, she was a servant now, it was part of her job to clean it.

She expected by now for the bathroom to be over the top ornate. She did not expect Loki to follow into said bathroom.

"Look, I'm a modern girl and all but this isn't a part I'm comfortable with. So, could you, you know, wait outside? I promise I won't drown myself or escape- Not like I could or anything." Her words did not budge him.

"I shall brush your hair once it is clean" Felicia's disbelieving face made him continue, "A show of good faith. My conduct earlier was inappropriate. If you are to be my personal hand maiden, you must trust and respect me."

"But what about the part of me getting naked? I can't do that in front of someone I just met, prince or duke or whatever."

"Part of the deal." She sighed in exhaustion, "Or would you rather bathe in the servants' quarters?" Just the thought of that group, of how they acted earlier and how they would if she went back, made Felicia shudder. Her fingertips grazed at the hem of her doubty dress before she spoke, "This must be one really messed up version of Cinderella"

It was odd- really odd that Loki was tenderly brushing her ombre hair. She had never felt like a doll until then. The man who had just seen her naked was tracing his fingers through her silken strands. He leaned in, his nose pressed lightly against her skull, to catch the scent of rosewater better.

"I'll tell you a secret, if you promise to keep it," Loki's breath tickled the top of her ear, "Of all of the women of Asgard, I have not found one that interests me. I am prince so they throw themselves at me dauntlessly, albeit not as much as my dear brother but that is another story for another time. Midgard may be a place of great technology but it shares the same quality when it comes to my tastes. Tell me Felicia, if there is no one for me, what should I have done?"

"Why did you ask that in past tense?"

"You answer my question with a question. Try again." Pale fingers twisted her hair around and around. He was clearly not interested in anything but his own game.

"I-I don't know. Wish?" Felicia was clearly becoming uncomfortable with this man, as if she was not already.

"Wish. Such an ineffective tool of getting what one wants. You can wish for a lifetime but that is no guarantee. I happen to be much more a man of design, planning" Her hair fell back to its original place, Loki's hand following it to its ends at the bottom of her shoulder blades, "Of action when then timing is right. Why wish for something when you can make it come to life?" To say this man was frightening her would have be a grand understatement. All the implications and undertones in his voice made her head hurt. There was power behind his plans, the bath was only to show her just how much and who she now belonged to. Her stomach tied itself into a knot as he kept breathing shallowly on her ear. There was no trust gained in his actions, of which she was sure he knew, no truce or olive branch to be found.

"I have-" A sharp knock at the door cut his sentence short and she silently sighed in relief when he pulled away from her ear. A short girl with curly brown hair entered, a cloth of pure white in her hands, "My Prince, the dress you asked for." To Felicia, it was a 1970s wedding dress, simply shaped and colored, only with a plunging neckline. One that plunged a bit too much for someone of her bra size.

"Oh no. No way. That's just not gonna happen." Felicia's head shook vehemently at the thought of herself in that dress. She could feel Loki's black eyes bore into the side of her head before he placed a firm hand on the small of her back. It only signaled there was no other option.

Felicia wheezed as the girl pulled the underbust corset even tighter. The boning of the dress crushed her ribs and pinched in her stomach. She searched for something to lean against before something solid planted on her back. A glance back and she found the girl had planted her foot under her shoulder blades as a counterweight. She swore as the straps were tightened even more.

"Can you breath?" Felicia gave a weak nod, "Can you bend? You should not be able to." Her strangled answer made the girl stop and finally tie the lacing together. A small pat on the back did nothing to reassure her.

"How-how the hell am I supposed to clean stuff in this? I mean, I'm going to fall out of this top if I even tilt." The brown haired girl chuckled as she looked over the rest of the dress, "Well yes. I suggest you don't. Though..." Her pause stopped Felicia from tracing her fingers over the lace sleeves. They had been permitted to change in Loki's bathroom, without Loki, but this girl seemed adamant to not say much.

"Though what? Something else I've been left out of? What is it? What? Tell me. Come on." She would pester the girl until an answer was given, even if it was a lie. She could pick and peel at a fib to get the truth.

"You... You'll be more of a- I shouldn't say." The girl's formal tone was dropped but Felicia's patience was wearing thin. Both her hands clasped around the girl's face and angled it slightly downward. She may have been shorter but knew she could be intimidating, "You should tell me. You should do so now." The gold flecks in her eyes shone in irritation as she stared up into the girl's brown doe eyes. The girl's eyebrows raised at the sudden change in tone but would not yield just yet.

"My name is Kyrie. I will be the one to help you dress. I figure this will not be the only one."

"And how do you figure that? Just spit it out" Felicia crossed her arms and scowled. It was like dealing her brother again. Dodging the issue did not make her forget, it only made her want to know more.

"A companion is what you'll be. Keep the princes company. Talk to them, look pretty, even possibly..." Felicia's mind could finish the sentence but her mind could not fathom it, "But I doubt anything like that would ever happen! Unless you wanted, that is. They're both respectful, fine men." Felicia pulled away from the girl, flabbergasted.

"I'm their-their whore?" She gathered the bottom of her dress up in her hands and shook her head, two toned hair flying wildly, before she pushed past Kyrie and out the door. A quick flash of relief washed over her as the dark haired prince was not in his room. She steeled her resolve and bounded out the main door. Kyrie's desperate calls to come back fell on deaf ears as Felicia's bare feet carried her farther away. Had her logical brain worked at that moment, she would have known that she needed a plan, unfortunately, it had taken a vacation. Twists and turns lead to dead ends until she finally could see the blue of the sky, just above a small staircase. As she reached the top, she was greeted by soft grass and a multitude of roses. Outside, it was a good start. The grass tickled her toes as she barreled through the beautiful garden. Time could not be spent smelling the roses, not when everything suddenly made sense. Felicia was cursed by a life of good starts that led to bad ends though and as much time as her mother had tried to create the perfect person, luck never favored her. This peculiar end was simply a realization that she was on a terrace garden, with no way to reach the ground.

"Shit shit fuck SHIT!" If she had run into anyone during her escape, they would have been appalled at the stream of curses that came from her mouth. Her eyes peeked over the thick marble baluster to see a disheartening drop, one she was certainly not comfortable with and water crash against jagged rocks at the bottom.

"Alright so, yeah. Fuck that. Gotta find another way." Felicia would chastise herself later for talking to herself, "All I know is I'm not gonna be some weird fetish for some fucking princes"

"A fetish?" The question boomed outside, even with no way for it to echo. For a second, she believed if she did not turn and face whoever it was, they would cease to exist. As if there needed to be any more proof Felicia was cosmically cursed, it was the blonde god of thunder she eventually turned to see. There was no contest, she immediately knew who, a prince, he was. His eyebrows quipped together slightly when she did not answer.

"Okay. Alright. Uh, can I just go home? I'm sure my brother-"

"Brother?" She bit her tongue until a familiar taste of copper leeched into her mouth. Talking only made things worse for her, as it usually did. A lesson never learned regardless of how many things it ruined and now she dreaded they would drag Ethan down with her.

"Half. Half brother. Just half. Fifty percent." She was drowning in her words, hopelessly trying to convince this mountain of a man her brother was nothing, "We didn't even grow up together. He lived far far away from me in fact. I didn't even know he existed until like a few years ago!" Complete and utter lies told to a god. Had Felicia known, she still would have not cared.

"You have spent time with my brother. Not enough time as it seems, your lying is horrid." Thor's laughter shook Felicia's bones like thunder. Maybe he would laugh and forget about her slip up or maybe he would take it as a bluff, at least she prayed he did. There was no way she would let Ethan be involved in whatever it she was in so she joined in, laughing somewhat convincingly. Thor's eyes glinted with a sparkle she could not place when their orbs met. A sheet of self conscience fell upon Felicia as they stood there wordlessly.

Thor had given his word to keep an eye on the girl outsider and he was. Staring at the cleavage her dress provided was technically watching her. He had never been one to deny his own desires when it came to women until now. Too little was known of the honey brown woman for him to sweep up, even with her tantalizing buxom silhouette. His cool eyes met her face again, after memorizing every curve of her body, and found her expression to be one of surrender. Only moments before she had been laughing, a smile stretched across her features.

"What troubles you, my lady?" Felicia had not even known that her face had fallen visibly, enough to make the prince notice. She had watched his eyes mentally undress her and it reminded her of what it was she was tasked with. It could have been worse, was what she tried to convince herself, though it hardly ever worked. The man in front of her was actually handsome. She could see herself blush and giggle at any romantic gestures he could make but what was implied made her blood run cold. Kyrie had said it would be Felicia's choice but really, Thor was a prince. How could she possibly ever turn him down and ever hope to make it home? Rather than depress herself further with her musings, she turned her attention to the garden. It was breathtakingly gorgeous. The garden behind her parents' house was but only a patch of dirt and weeds in comparison. Before she could even glance at the fox gloves, a thick hand clasped around her arm.

"I asked you a question." Thor's voice was an octave lower and it only served to make the tone more serious. Feeling in her tongue that had just returned was halted as she bit down on it again. She would tell him the truth this time, "I want to go home."

Felicia huffed quietly from her seat as another book sailed past her and landed in a very unceremoniously pile of other literature. Another followed suit, pages aflutter, discarded just like the rest. Had she not asked for a map, had she just asked someone else, the poor books would have not been suffering. Their hardcovers would have been intact and the pages not crumbled. Felicia learned in an instant Thor was not the gentle type. At least, not with books, or scrolls, or parchment. All of it flew past her sight in his search. She would have hemmed and hawed and sighed but the corset proved too strangling for any lung expansion. The thunder god glanced back every now and then to remind himself why he was rooting through the castle's library. They sat propped up by the corset, smooth brown flesh peeking out, heaving with every short breath she took. When his eyes returned to the search, he immediately found what he was looking for. A piercing shriek cut through the air and his attention was back with Felicia. She was standing on the chair's arms, hands desperately trying to find purchase on the smooth wall behind her. A simple spider stood before the chair, one leg already on the cushion, as if wanted to get a better look at the girl.

Thor's thunderous laughter made both captive and aggressor stop. She was terrified of a spider, a small one nonetheless. It was certain she was no Sif. A swing of the book he held sent the spider tumbling, all eight legs flailing, until it stopped and scampered away.

"That," Felicia started, still standing on the chair, "Was the biggest spider I've EVER seen. I've seen smaller dogs than that thing!"

"Does Midgard not have arachnids?" Her lithe hand was engulfed by his as he helped her down from the perch. A shrug of her shoulder and a roll of her eyes were his answer, "Not that size. Not ever that size." More thought made Felicia shiver, of all the things she had seen in the two cities she lived in, none had chalked up to that. She had kept her cool so far. There had been a possum in her parents' garden once and that had prepared her for the rat that burst out of a burrito she had seen waiting for the F train. The homeless man that wore a Viking helmet and played the violin on South Street had been a precursor for far weirder. Philadelphia had prepared her for New York but the more time she spent in Asgard, the more outclassed she felt. It would take time to get used to, time she was not interested in spending.

The first map Thor had found was pitiful. The continents were too close together, as if Pangaea had just split apart. The second was not much better, Australia was missing entirely. Third map, Greenland was still part of Europe, or was it Canada? It was not clear for sure. The fourth and final map was as good as it was going to get, Australia had vanished again but the Americas were a rough shape of what they should have been. The Scandinavian peninsula was in impeccable form though, even with sea serpents and other ocean terrors surrounding it. Her finger pointed towards where Pennsylvania should have been, "There. That's where I'm from. Now, where are we?" The thunder god took the book from her grasp and flipped through more pages, almost ripping them out in the process.

"Here." It was a simple reply to a simple question that did not answer it at all. She turned the pages back, "Where on here? On this map, not the other one." Thor's blonde brows furrowed as she talked him like a child. Had she not been a damsel in distress that he saved not too long ago?

"Many had been punished for less, girl. Your tongue should not be so loose," Felicia's eyes met his as his chest swelled and his fingertips grazed the small of her back, "But for someone so fair, I will overlook it this one time. I'm sure it will not happen again, correct?" She realized at that point, had she not been occupied with escaping earlier, Thor was quick to anger. Even though she was not completely sure of what was so offensive to him, it was obvious the choice to roll over and play dead was the bright idea.

"I'm sorry. I just want to go home."

"You have said that before." Now she was digging herself deeper, "No no no. I mean, you know how it feels when you don't know what's going on around you and you just want to leave and be with familiar things?" His blonde hair barely swayed with the short shake of the head he gave.

"I don't- I'm just not used to this, all of this. I don't know Asgard and I'm just getting a little frustrated. I didn't mean to take it out on you." Felicia was unsure how much sucking up she could handle before all hell broke loose. She was never one to gloss over stuff, even when it came to family, especially when it came to Ethan. Never one to lie, the words often tumbled from her mouth and those that did not know her often thought her rude, crass, or just too rough to deal with. For now, she would play along, win points and save them up until the eventual "I can't believe she said that". There was no telling what would happen then but maybe her earlier nicer actions would save her skin and the way Thor's blue eyes softened, he had believed her.

"Maybe I'm just stupid," Self deprecation always worked, either they thought her the fool or pitied her, "But you're saying that Asgard isn't on this map. That it isn't on Earth. It's a different planet?"

"A different realm."

"Oh. Well okay.

For a while, Felicia thought she would have to share a room. Either with one of Asgard's fine princes or the rest of the castle's staff, she was not looking forward to. When they arrived outside the door, she inwardly cringed. She had never spent the night when anyone else, platonic or not and was relieved when she found no one lurking about. Thor searched with her, unsure of what she was looking for.

"Thank you for walking me here. I'm sure I would have gotten lost." She was thankful but how exactly could she have told him to get lost without offending him? He stood there, in the middle of the room, taking up much more space than it seemed and would not budge. A nod of approval was all he gave before starting towards her. The glint in his eyes made her take two steps back with every of his one. Her task came to mind again. There was no way to turn him down and it was not how she expected her first time to be. An unknown piece of furniture blocked her backwards escape though and she naturally turned to scowl at it. Giant hands wrapped around Felicia's wide hips and started working to undo the lacing of her corset. Thor's armored chest blocked out the rest of the room before her eyes. She was panicking silently, too afraid to think of anything to say, the words would die in her throat anyways. Men had tried before but none had been the blonde muscled mountain that traced his fingertips up and down her now uncovered spine. The boning of the corset clicked lightly against the solid floor and Felicia wondered why her self defense classes had not kicked in for the second time. Her parents had spent so much money, her mother had reminded her time and time again, on the classes and it was for naught. She was frozen as Thor pulled her to his chest. He smelled of metal and the air before it rained. His blonde stubble grazed her neck and breath lingered over her ear.

"You are our sister now, Felicia. A daughter of Asgard and I embrace you as such. I know you will grow to love your new home."

All of her anxiety fled immediately, it was only a hug. A plain hug and she had been so worked up. Physical affections were not something she knew much about though. Her parents never embraced her, pats on the head or handshakes were the closest thing she got and Ethan gave her noogies. On a high school trip to Boston, a girl she just met laid their head upon her arm. Felicia later asked if the girl was a lesbian; she was not. Thor's bit about new home troubled her. Electric blue met hazel with flecks of copper as he pulled away.

"I don't plan on staying, you know. I plan on going home, eating that sandwich I ordered, eventually finishing college, finding a well paying job, probably not find a nice guy, owning a bunch of cats and dying long after I've hit my expiration date. That is what I plan on doing, Thor. This is not my home and it never will be. Even as nice as it seems."

"You belong here with your-"

"I don't belong here! I don't even belong where you guys found me but that's where I'm from and it's where I want to be." Her voice was on the verge of yelling as she pushed him farther away, "So send me back!"

"This is where your people-"

"What? Do you not fucking get it? You kidnapped me, took me from my house, borderline copped a fucking feel. Just let me go home! Just let me go. I just want to..." Felicia's vocal chords were strained too much to finish her sentence so she settled on swatting at the thunder god's arms as they tried to still her.

"Stop this" Her fingernails grazed his cheek and his anger grew, "Stop acting like a spoiled child!" She froze suddenly at his words. Her arms dropped to her sides, as if feeling like being made of lead. He was right, she was behaving like a five year old. It was not very becoming of a young lady, her mother always said. With not enough energy or effort, Felicia did not even utter an apology to Thor. His hands were easy to move since she had calmed. Both sides of her brain had gone numb, thoughts and feeling were now a "later" issue since inevitability had set in.

Maybe she would see her brother again. Probably not though.

So whada think? Should the next chapter be more Asgard or Felicia backstory? Warning though, her past gets kinda dark.