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"Keep Your Eyes On Me"

"I'll move heaven and earth to bring you back to me."

She smiled, knowing it was the truth. In the beginning, he'd simply been one of two guys who abducted her, wearing that same tight smile he used whenever he felt smug. Somewhere along the way, that smile had morphed into an adoring one. It was nothing nowadays to see a twinkle in the corners of his eyes whenever she was nearby.

Yet again, she mirrored him.

God, we mirror each other a lot. Skye noticed.

Looking directly into his eyes, his eyes that clearly conveyed all of his emotions. She could read behind the unshed tears like his eyes were an English-language-interpreted book. You do love me, AC. Skye acknowledged. If I could, I'd be awake, reaching for your hand, insisting to see you.

Where he was unwilling to shed his tears, afraid for his team to see his vulnerable side once again, she had no problem shedding her own tears.

"I have a way for you to heal." A male voice spoke out of nowhere, causing her to pull back and spin around to face the person. The man was decked out in green and gold apparel and held an air of importance and arrogance.

"An Asgardian stabbed me in the heart with a Chitauri sceptre."

Skye's eyes widened, immediately recognizing the alien. "Loki. What are you doing here?"

Loki smiled wickedly upon seeing Coulson. "I see my attempt at hurting my brother has failed. Son of Coul was dead." He simply stated, furrowing his brow in confusion. "Now, that is a new one. Just wait until my brother hears about this."

Skye stepped in front of Coulson like a shield. "Leave him alone. Don't you think you've done enough?" She glared at him, standing firm.

"I am not here for the Son of Coul." He assured her, looking pointedly at her. "I am here for you."

"Wha…" she trailed off, baffled. "What do you want with me?"

"Father has awakened, thus taking back the throne. Frankly, I am glad of it. It holds too much responsibility." He explained, off-handedly. Turning his gaze away from her and peering down at her body, he spoke again. "Regardless, Father has requested for me to bring you back home."

"Home?" Skye interrupted.

He smiled again. "Yes, home. To Asgard." He took in her confused state. "Have you not known of your origins?"

"An object of unknown origin…kind of like you."

She shook her head. "An entire village was destroyed protecting me. The only thing I know is that S.H.I.E.L.D. rescued me and brought me back here. Apparently, I'm an 0-8-4." At his questioning look, she explained. "Meaning we don't know what whatever it is we're sent in to retrieve. They never determined why I am an 0-8-4."

Loki pointed at her. "You are Asgardian, the daughter of the Allfather, King Odin and Midgardian Su-Wong Lee."

"Holy shit! I'm Thor's half-sister?" She exclaimed. "Just wait until AC hears about this."

"Yes and mine as well." He pointed out.

"I take it my mother was unable to tell our father?" Skye deduced.

Loki shook his head once again. "Father knew about you but thought best that you live on Midgard. He knew you would be safe from his enemies."

"Yet my mom and entire village died because of me." Skye said sadly

"Correct, yet you did not cause it. Father's enemy did. Kaju, God of Death and War and our uncle, arrived on Midgard to hunt you down. He knew – being the half-breed of Odin – that you did not possess the same body intensity as Thor or myself." Upon seeing her look, he clarified. "You are not invincible like we are. Regardless, he found you once and attempted to kill you and anyone who got in the way. However, he stopped once he realized you were no longer in the village. He tried hunting you down, killing the people who'd rescued you."

Skye took a moment to mull on that. So she was half-Asgardian. Skye definitely couldn't wait to tell Coulson. "So, um, what option were you saying before we jumped tracks?"

"Instead of staying here to heal, Father would like me to bring you home to heal your body." He explained, pointing to her unconscious form. "We have better medical technology."

"All this protocol crap doesn't matter to me. All that matters to me is Coulson."

Skye looked back at the man who'd stolen her heart. He was still in the same position he'd been in before she was interrupted, frozen in time. A decision had to be made, but somehow she knew – whether in her gut or just temptation – that her recovery would be quicker on Asgard.

Placing a hand back on the glass directly in front of his nearest hand, she breathed deeply and slowly. "I have to do this, AC. Please don't follow me. It's safer for you here. I'll come back to as soon as I can." She whispered before turning to face her adoptive brother. "Take me to Asgard." She ordered.

"That is the spirit! Already speaking like a princess." Loki smirked. "Just let me do one thing." He said, pulling off his ring.

"Wha…" she started to say before following her brother's direction of sight. Coulson. Oh God. No! "Don't you dare!" but she already too late, unable to do anything but watch the interaction.

Waving mischievously at Coulson, who startled and pulled back, looking absolutely terrified, Loki enjoyed the moment. He couldn't help but to mess with the man whom he was positive he'd killed. Well, at least, he could torture him. Coulson would spend fruitless time in finding Skye now; she would be unreachable.

"No." Coulson sternly told him, growing rapidly alarmed as he watched a blue-whitish swirling light cocoon Skye's body. His heart rate rose. "No! Loki, please!" He begged, pressing the emergency door, which repeatedly told him he had no access. "Don't take her!" He yelled, alerting his team of his distressed. Both men could hear the rapidly approaching footsteps.

"I am sorry, old friend." He taunted. "She must come with me."

"Dammit!" He stepped back and drew his weapon, well aware of the load of protocols he'd break but not caring. They could hear the questioning voices of his team.

Before he could shoot, Loki waved again. "Farewell, Son of Coul." Then, both he and Skye were gone. The machine alarms went berserk.

"NO!" He screamed, heart pounding against it mythical cage. The tears he had held back had finally broken their dam as he fell to his knees in utter disbelief and pain, hand against the glass. "Oh God." His voice cracked as his world seemed to crash down around him. "Skye."

TBC...