Camilla had woken up sweating she was frightened, forgetting where she was. She stood up delusional and got herself dressed slowly worried that her fragile self would brake somehow.
There was a light knock on the door followed by her dad whispering her name.
'Come in.' She allowed.
'You still want to go through with today?' Her dad asked paranoid.
Cam stared at herself in her full length mirror for a bit before assuring her dad she was ready.
'Remember don't get too close to the glass and do not give him any sharp objects.' Her dad instructed looking her dead in the eye.
Cam smiled lightly. 'Alright dad, he isn't Hannibal Lector.'
Bruce's laughter was followed by Thor's entrance.
'Sorry, the door was open, am I interrupting?' He asked apologetically.
'Of course not, come on in.' Cam gestured.
Thor looked around her bland room. 'Wow, we aught for some decoration in here Camilla, I'll arrange that.' Thor said still eyeing the room. 'Follow me Camilla.'
Thor lead Camilla to the steel door. 'I'll warn him first, I'll be right back.'
The doors released, giving him access. Cam waited.
'Loki..' Thor entered the room where Loki was imprisoned.
'Aah my brother.' Loki looked pleased to see him. 'Long time no see.'
'Loki, I have some news but you must remember we are doing this for your own benefit.' Thor added.
'We, brother, who is we?' Loki questioned walking repeatedly in circles.
'The rest of the Avengers and I.' Thor answered.
'Why would you try and benefit me. Thor, you put me in prison.' Loki looked hurt through his aggravation.
'LOKI.' Thor directed at Loki and made him silent.
'Carry on Brother.' Loki give up trying to hold back his chuckles.
'We are sending someone to talk to you from outside the prison. Giving you a bit of company. Whilst we try and get you out and sort...Asgard out.' Thor explained. Trying to hide his protection for his brother.
'Wait...what?' Loki put his hand up toward Thor, taken a back by his judgment.
'We are giving you a friend, acquaintance type. Human of course but friendly.' Thor tried back peddling.
'Who is this...mortal?' Loki walked further toward the glass.
Although Thor knew there was a pane of shatterproof glass between them he couldn't help but step back out of fear.
'Bruce has brought his daughter along to the headquarters and she possess special qualities.'
Loki arched his eyebrows parallel to his corneas and looked down to the floor. He recognised the girl walking across the bridge. The girl with the brightest eyes and the most warming style. The girl with the stare to die for. He remembered. Loki wasn't going to complain.
'Brother?' Thor asked edging forward. Loki was still staring at the glass floor. He regained reality and looked up before almost toppling over.
'Yes, I'm willing to have this fore mentioned acquantence.' Loki gestured his hand to where he last saw Camilla.
'Are you sure Loki? You don't look too thrilled?' Thor asked.
'Yes I am willing.' Loki announced, still with his back to Thor.
'Very well. Be ready to meet Camilla.' Thor demanded and walked toward the steel exit.
Loki felt his way to a seat. His eyes not focused on anything particular but thoughts raced through his mind making his views insignificant.
'Camilla.' Loki whispered to himself. It was a beautiful name afterall. He was obsessed, racking his brain for a meaning or some relation.
He found himself lying on his back on top of the glass floor when Thor shouted him to meet Camilla.
Camilla had followed Thor across the sturdy bridge, she felt like it was swinging whilst she tried to walk in a straight line instead of purposely hurling herself over the metal bars and onto the floor.
'Loki, this is Camilla.' Thor introduced.
Loki sat up straight with his side to Thor and Camilla. He smiled quickly before turning to get up. He stared at Camilla unable to take his eyes off her. She was easy to deduce, baseball vest, baggy jeans and brightly cleaned trainers. A tomboy. Well that was certainly a key aspect.
'I would shake your hand but there appears to be a glass pane between us, so for now, hi, I'm Camilla.' She joked through her nervousness.
Loki smirked. Impressed. He liked girls who told jokes.
'Yes. Of course you are.' He said turning around. Hands on hips. Sighing.
'He isn't used to this.' Thor assured when he saw Camilla's confused face. 'Why don't you have a seat. He will start a conversation sooner or later, call for me if you need my help.'
'Thanks.' Camilla accepted.
'I will leave you to it then. Goodbye brother.' He walked away swaying his shoulders.
Loki sighed roughly, unsure how to act. So he just stood facing away from her beauty.
Camilla waited 10 minutes before she spoke. She felt like it was a waste. She hunched her back forward and leant her elbows on her loose jeans.
'Should I call for help I mean...look I know we don't know each other but it's been ten minutes, you haven't moved position and I'm starting to worry.' Her voice was deeper than he expected, it was a pleasant surprise.
Loki cleared his throat. 'Tell me about yourself.' He wasn't ready to turn around yet. 'Anything you want to tell me, sad, happy, weird, your obsessions.'
'Okay..um.'she shook her head as her fringe tickled her brow. 'Im a nerd.'
'Aah, carry on.' Loki interjected.
'My personality is about 89% tomboy and 11% girl.' She added nodding her head. It seemed she was insulting herself. But it was the truth.
Loki turned spotting her.
'Decided to turn around? See there's a difference. You look like the comic character. The others don't.' Camilla sat on the chair, tall with her legs crossed.
'I am the only real one. I let my real emotions show. About 89% of me is dishonourable and 11% friendly.' Loki mimicked.
'Judging my accuracy?' Camilla asked looking up at the rather tall man smiling.
Loki looked at her face. He wasn't the only one mesmerised. She stared right back at him studying his face.
'Tell me something.' Loki changed his expression from playful to serious. 'Why did you agree to this? Why aren't you chasing after a superhero?'
'People say I'm attracted to danger. I once ran across a secluded train track 3.5 seconds before it reached where I was standing. Some say I'm stupid. I say I'm dauntless.' Camilla explained.
'Attracted to danger?' Loki looked down smiling.
'If I saw a burning house, blazing with flames, I'd run in.' She explained.
'Fascinating.' he said sitting on the closest bench to the glass pane. 'Camilla..right?'
'Yes but I prefer Cam.'
'No. Camilla. I demand you to tell me more about you. As much as possible.' Loki added laughing tying not to scare her.
'Okay. My mother died when I was born. Must have been too much trouble for her. I always take the enemies side, my dad is the most important person I'm to world to me, if he ever did anything to hurt me I would know it would be only to protect me.' She explained. Loki noted everything in his mind not wanting to forget one single detail.
'More. What do you like? Interests?' Loki extending his legs propping his feet against the glass.
Camilla also changed position, getting herself comfterble.
'I like comics and writing.' Camilla nodded hoping she hadn't forgot anything.
'What do you write?' Loki asked. She was surprised he was interested.
'Horror I suppose. Some. Only some, I like horror movies so I suppose that's where that has grown from.'
'Do you publish these things?' Loki asked unfamiliarly.
'I give them to my teacher and he helps me. He has published a few books in his time. We hate each other but he admires me and my talent.' Camilla explained. She had already confused herself.
'Maybe I could read some when I get out of this place.' Loki implied, putting a down on things.
'Trust me you're not as scary as people make you out to be, the real life you, my Dad made you out to be Hannibal Lector.' Camilla joked as Loki laughed.'Whats up with that. Why? What did you do?' Camilla asked unsure how to address the situation.
'I used my powers against my own brother.' Loki replied not sounding guilty whatsoever.
'Well what's the point in Loki without the whole brotherly tension?' She asked confused, using her understanding of The Avengers.
Loki looked down surprised.
He then looked up hopefully with wide eyes at Camilla and sat back folding his powerful arms.
'We will get along just nicely.' Loki observed.
Camilla smirked. 'Of course.'