The cool night air whipped around Seliena as she stalked through the woods of Spotsylvania, Virginia. A place she would have rather seen burn to the ground. She looked up at the pearly white moon through the blackened leaves of the trees, traces of powerful magic floated in the air.
She paused, listening to the whispers of the tree nymphs telling her which way to go. Thank you, Seliena thought as she started to run, following the small splotches of blood on the ground.
"Who is there?" A hoarse voice called out, sounding distant and pained. Seliena stopped and cautiously inched closer, peering into the large clearing.
There, leaning against the tree, was Loki. He was drenched in thick blood. Probably his own blood, judging by the way it dripped unto the ground. His long, jet black hair was matted and filthy to look at. But his eyes were what captivated her. They were the deepest color of green, a mix between emerald and jade.
"Valkerye?" He rasped, "Have you come to take me to Valhalla?" Seliena came out of the shadows, wincing as the moonlight blinded her momentarily. "No, I'm Seliena Stark. And I have come to take you to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New York."
Loki grimaced and looked up to glare at her. But he was shocked to see that she was nothing he expected her to be. Long, wavy raven hair that framed a square face, her dark eyes were black with iridescent violets and blues. Her long, curvy body was hidden behind a loose fitting tee-shirt and unflattering jeans.
She was stunning.
"Daughter of the Man of Iron, judging by the name." Loki sneered after a moment of staring at her, biting back a hiss of pain. "Now let me see your wounds," she sighed, kneeling by his side. Her back was straight and her hair billowed in the wind.
She looked regal. Loki watched her as she slid her hands up her side and a silvery glow enveloped the wound, melting the flesh together.
Loki cried out in pain, shocked and in agony. "Oh, stop complaining you big baby." Seliena scolded, sounding like a mother hen clucking to a chick. "I'm the master here, not you." Loki ground out. "Says the one who is lying in a pool of his own blood."
Loki snarled at her, his green eyes flashing angrily as he tried to use magic against her. Seliena raised her hand and caught the magic ball right in the palm of her hand. "What sort of witch are you?" Loki growled.
"No witch here, just a sorceress," Seliena promised as she stood up and pressed a finger to her ear. "Seliena here, I've got Loki and we're ready for pick-up."
Thor sat on the Asgardian throne, overlooking the growing shadows of the, recently rebuilt pillars in the Great Hall.
Memories of his escape with Loki and Jane by his side came flooding back to him like a river freed from its dam. The memories of Jane in particular stung more than anything else. She had left him for a Midgardian man who wouldn't leave her for two years without a trace.
He sighed, rubbing his face wearily with his large hands. Exhaustion had set over him like a dark cloud, ominous and gloomy. All he needed was to go down the hall to his bedchambers and sleep the night away.
What he didn't need as a small boy dashing in, screaming that Loki is under custody and has been bested by a Midgardian sorceress.
Seliena winced as her team clamored around her, congratulating her on something that wasn't all that impressive.
"How can you not be ecstatic!?" Jackie Barton, Clint Barton's wife, her older sister, exclaimed. "You took down Loki without breaking a sweat!"
"Look, Fury said that Loki is stuck on the base for a long time. At least until Thor has established who the hell the king is!" She stated as Fury walked up, Loki trailing behind him.
"Seliena, I'm putting you in charge of showing Loki how to be an Avenger. Don't disappoint me." Fury warned, leaving Loki with the team as they stared at Fury in disbelief.
"Well, then." Seliena stated as she looked over at the glowering Loki, "this may be more fun than I thought."