The god and the immortal – Loki
I managed to successfully sneak away from Fury as he was making me follow him somewhere that I didn't bother to listen to and nearly walked past a room before backtracking and peering through the glass of the door to see a tall man standing in the cell that had been built to contain the Hulk. My curiosity got the better of me and I slipped into the room and quietly walked closer to the glass cell, looking at the back of the man. I stopped and stared at him for a while before he turned around and an expression of mild surprise overtook his handsomely defined features.
"How long have you been there?" His tone had a demanding edge to it and I received the feeling that he didn't like to be caught unaware. I continued to look at him, scanning over his strong features and saw his face slowly shift into confusion. "Why are you looking at me in that way?" His ice blue eyes connected with mine as he looked down at me and I saw a small glimmer of light deep in his irises.
"You have goodness in you." I said quietly. "It's a long way deep inside you, but it's there." Curiosity entered his entrancing eyes as he came closer to the wall of glass that separated us, peering down at me.
"You are immortal and half god, I can feel the aura from you." He said. "Who is your parent demigod?"
"I don't understand." I replied softly, feeling a confused frown crease my forehead slightly.
"You are only half human; the other half of you is a god. I asked you who your parent is. But from the aura and your lovely fair features; I am guessing that you are the offspring from the Olympian God Aphrodite."
"I don't know, I've never met my parents. I know nothing about either of them; I was raised by my grandmother."
"I'm sure you are, and I am never wrong about things such as this. You are the child of a god and mortal definitely." He stated firmly, nodding his head once to get his point across.
"And I am certain you have good in you, you just have to look for yourself in order to find it." I smiled a little before making my way back towards the room door.
"What is your name fair maiden?" he called after me. I glanced back at him from over my shoulder.
"Sophia Valentine."
"I am Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief and Chaos. I have no good left in me, many people have tried to find it; but it is gone."
"No, you only like to think that. I can see it in your eyes, the good in you that glimmers ever so slightly from the depths of your irises. It wants to break free, but you are suppressing its desires."
With that I left the room, not noticing the god's shoulders slump ever so slightly as though he was relieved that someone had finally seen through his exterior and into the hope that was rekindling deep inside.