Sitting atop of a bed, Kari kicked her feet absentmindedly as her eyes drifted around the room eyeing the strange looking medical equipment with little interest. Having gotten clean, dry and dressed her escort had encouraged her to a new area on the strange spaceship that turned out to sadly not be a cafeteria. Still, the nice lady in the white coat had given her some cream for the weird rash on her leg before getting busy with a syringe and various judgemental equipment.

"Your BMI's lower than I'd like." The blonde doctor commented, much to the curly haired woman's ignorance. "The blood tests have come back slightly elevated."

"Oh?" Kari feigned interest as she picked at her chipped nails and tried not to think about eating them.

"Healthier than I'd expect for someone suffering from malnutrition…" The lady doctor mostly muttered to herself as she continued to read through the test results loading on her computer screen. "What percentage asgardian are you, exactly?"

"Uh, my granddad?"

"A quarter…" The doctor continued mumbling as she penned in information on an electronic chart. "…higher bone density… increased immunity… fascinating…"

"I'm really hungry you know…"

"Yes, of course. High protein and fat diet coupled with moderate exercise for the next few weeks. How is your menstruation?"

"Eh?"

"Regular? Irregular?"

"Uh…" She shrugged, squirming at the thought of discussing something so intimate with someone she hardly knew that was no doubt going to pass the information on to other people. "Irregular I guess?"

"How irregular?"

"I don't know." Kari tried her best to turn completely away from the doctor that was now staring her down like some sort of germ under a microscope. "Maybe skipped a couple? You're not about to tell me I'm pregnant are you?"

"No, your HCG levels do not indicate pregnancy."

"Thank god." She rapidly relaxed after that momentary miniature heart attack.

"I only asked because of the sudden weight loss you described. It's common for secondary amenorrhoea to occur in such circumstances."

"Sounds nice." Kari nodded happily at the thought of doing without cramps for the rest of her life. "Though not when you call it 'amenorrhoea' in that tone. Sounds like an STD or whatever."

"Quite." The doctor squinted at her patient, unsure if the woman's blatant disregard for her fertility was something to note down as abnormal or simply part of the quarter alien's normal behaviour. "It should return to a normal cycle in two to three months, provided you gain some weight. If not, consult your personal physician."

"Yeah, sure. Can I go eat now?" Kari slipped off the medical bed, thumbing towards the exit with some enthusiasm that had been missing for the past forty minutes or so.

The doctor 'tutted', getting up from her seated position at her console before making her way past her undernourished patient. With a swipe of her ID badge, the door slid open startling the guard outside back to attention and with a nod accepting his charge once more. Kari sauntered forward, spacing out from boredom and low blood sugar levels as her escort coaxed her along whatever path he intended her to follow. Now all the prodding was over it really was about time someone cooked her a decent meal.

With some optimism, but mostly misgivings from years of disappointing experience, her eyes traced the outline of a new approaching door. They all looked the same really, in the same corridors with the same military grey blending them neatly together; for what little she knew, the approaching possible cafeteria may have just been the doctor's office again. Hope of food was at least far tastier than the finger currently in her mouth being chewed upon in a bid to stay conscious and imaginary tummy filled.

As the guard paused, swiping his identification card over a red light turned green, Kari tugged her fingernails from between her teeth and stared wide-eyed at the metal in front of her parting in opening fashion. Growling pensively, her stomach vocalised the distinctly unfair nature of the situation as a man in a suit cocked his head around to peer back at the rapidly deflating woman in the doorway. Murderous intent was apparent for an eyebrow raising moment before the shield agent managed to shake off the prickling of hairs along the back of his neck and begin his address.

"Miss Motter?" He stood, fixing down his tie, as his victim shuffled into the room and not so politely ignored his offered hand of friendship. "My name is agent Coulson. I just have a few questions, if I may."

"I hate you." Kari mumbled, arms folded, as she by-passed her new 'friend' and collapsed into the chair sat opposite from the agents own on either side of a non-descript desk.

"I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?"

"Hungry." She repeated the word she had never said as her gaze wandered around the new sparse and windowless environment.

"Yes of course you are." Coulson took his seat gingerly, fingers glancing over a folder placed to his right whilst trying to initiate some eye contact from the woman. "A burger and fries wasn't it?"

"McChicken burger and a McFlurry." She corrected.

"Ah, I'm afraid we don't yet have franchises on board." He shook his head in apology. "But I'm sure the kitchen could make up a suitable substitute for you?"

"Couldn't someone just drive to a drive-thru?" She frowned. "There's one everywhere."

"Not at thirty-thousand feet above sea level as of yet."

"Ugh." Rolling her eyes, she flung her head backwards across the top of her chair letting her hair droop down the flipside.
"How about a steak instead? The chef grills a good sirloin here."

"Ew."

"Not a fan of red meat?"

"Not really." Kari sat up straight before partially melting across the desk to let her forehead knock against the surface. "Chicken wings?"

"If you like."

"And some chocolate cake with ice cream?"

"Are you sure you can manage this amount of food?"

"Oh, I'll find room." She reassured with a smile, head rolled to the side to peer up at the agent, at the thought of an incoming warm meal.
"So, Miss Motter, may I call you Karian?" Coulson concluded his deliberate nod at the air and returned his stare to the clean smelling woman-child draped over the desk.

"My names Kari."

"Kari." A quickly faltering smile broke across his face at the sign of trust bestowed whilst his fingers continued their shimmy across the folder to his right and thumbed through the pages. "Looks like you have some out standing bills here."

"What? Where?" Kari scowled in looming fashion as she raised her torso with the aid of her elbows and leaned closer to the paperwork the agent was scanning.

"A London based estate agent, six months rent, rental damages, a lot of rental damages…" Coulson paused to give the impression of surprise at the final tally for damages with supplementary pictures. "It seems you just upped and left your life one day in two thousand and two, two thousand and three. It's surprising nobody reported you missing to the authorities."

"Like who?"

"Friends," he eyed her, as she instinctually looked away, "colleagues," her form shrinking back across the table, "your foster parents."

"Are you trying to make me cry?" Her arms were folded once more; body slumped back into her chair as she subconsciously tried to make herself smaller.

"I see."

"Oh, don't start with the psychologist crap. 'I see, I see.' Scribble, scribble." She ground out, face a picture of fury as she continued to refuse to look the agent in the eyes but at least he had paused midway from reaching paper with the pen in his hand. "I've been in enough therapy sessions as a teenager to know when someone is assuming me into behaviour profiles."

"Why don't we start over? I won't write anything down, we'll just talk."

"Yeah, so you can write it later whilst I can't see you." Her chest rose suddenly before a great heft of air exited her nostrils and the room's only door swished open bringing a welcome distraction. "Oh thank god!"

A clatter of heavy plates finding a place on the desk filled the voiding silence of the interrogation room. The curly haired woman practically drooled at the aroma of smells wafting all around her as she reached for a fork deposited by a young man she would never recall seeing. Fries were impaled before being dipped in tomato sauce and ferried to her mouth followed swiftly by a swig of cola from the glass left abandoned beside the assortment of plates.

The agent watched her for a few minutes with an amused grin at the change brought over the previously feisty woman. Her face had spread into a permanent grin, focus softened as she moved around the plates nibbling at a bit of everything at once. He had to admit; his first analysis of the amount of rations the woman could devour may have been incorrect.

"I'll get to the point. I need to ask you some questions about the asgardians and your time in asgard."

"I wasn't aware this meal came with a price tag." She continued to gnaw at a chicken wing held between her fingers with a sarcastic tone. "I'll return it to you later."

"No 'price tag' as you put it." He half chuckled. "You're on our side, so Thor tells us. What's a little information between friendlies?"

"Look, you seem like a lovely goon-"

"Agent." He quick fire retorted.

"Sure, whatever. Lovely and all that but I'm pretty sure I'm not the big encyclopaedia of info you're looking for." Kari shrugged as she swallowed and looked up from the half eaten chicken burger now in her grasp. "I was kidnapped and spent most of my time on asgard being shouted at, trying not to get killed by everyone trying to kill me, experimented on, threatened and mind raped so I'd believe I was a happy eleven year old that never accidentally escaped to Jotunheim. There really isn't much I can tell you apart from gods are crazy." She sniggered despite not actually finding the conversation amusing. "Also, they like gold. Seriously, everything is covered in gold in that place. It made me want to puke most of the time. The food was nice though. They have this gourmet ham with the honey crackling. Wasn't allowed to eat that stuff most of the time but you know, good stuff when it was there. Oh, they have magic but most of them won't use it. It's like a taboo thing. They think all sorcerers are evil or something. Kind of true actually. Loki's a massive dick, sometimes has his nice moments but pretty much the king of dicks."

"So you know Loki well?" Coulson smiled the smile of a man hearing more than he thought he wanted to hear.

"Sure." She stated as if only half meaning the answer but completely captivated by her chicken burger and failing to care.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Eh." She rocked her head from side to side, fighting against the urge to lick the mayonnaise that had dribbled onto her fingers off. "I don't really know how to explain it."
"I see."

"Oh don't bloody start with the 'I see' scribble, scribble stuff again."

"I wasn't writing anything down."

"But you were in your head, I can see the pen strokes in your eyes." She caved in, her index finger finding itself in her mouth as her tongue tasted the mayo.

"I see nothing then." Coulson ignored the woman's display of finger sucking and leaned closer to the desk in an intrigued manner. "Why don't you tell me what I should be seeing?"

"Ugh, why does that dick matter anyway?"

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Kari stared down at her plate, cleaning up the remaining fries, now bored of this conversation.

"Loki has stolen a key artefact, capable of untold costs in lives and damage - if used in the wrong hands." The agent's expression was now grave. "He's already killed eighty people in the past three days and is somehow controlling the minds of scientists and our own agents to help him achieve his end goal."

"Yeeeah, that sounds pretty much like Loki. But sort of crazier than usual." She looked up from her empty plate, pushing it to the side in order to bring the remaining chicken wings closer. "Seriously, eighty people?"

"I am nothing but serious, Kari."

"Hmm." Pausing to mull the information over, as well as the flavour of her beverage, Kari furrowed her brows at the man sitting opposite her. "I still don't know how I can help."

"Nothing at all?"

"Hmmmm." She squinted, head rocking from side to side again as she waved around a chicken wing whimsically.

"Yes?" He stiffened with tightly withheld consideration.

"Probably nothing." Kari shrugged off the thought and placed a new set of bones amongst the rest with a long sigh; the saying 'eyes bigger than your belly' was starting to ring true. "It's been eight years since he last saw me anyway."

"Your time-travelling?"

"Hah yeah. I hope Odin thinks I'm still dead." A napkin was discovered; her face and hands being wiped clean of the excessive amounts of grease and mayonnaise that had built up on her skin. "Probably should talk to Thor about that and get him to keep it quiet."

"Odin? The ruler of asgard?"

"Yeah, he's worse than Loki."

"I see."

"No, you really don't. He's a… well… I don't normally use this word but it's pretty much the best description of him."

"Go on." Coulson coaxed.

"Odin's a massive cunt." She paused for dramatic effect. "Don't mess with him. Ever. He'll rip your personality out of your ears and send you to a slave labour camp in the deepest darkest mountains. There really aren't words to best describe how much of a cunt that old, one-eyed, pompous dick is."

"What about Thor?" The agent fought against his desire to smirk at the impending slur of insults about to frequent the too honest woman's tongue. "What's your opinion of him?"

"Uh, he's alright. Bit on the stupid side."

"Trustworthy?" He raised an eyebrow at his opinionated interrogatee's lack of dislike for the big blonde.

"Sure. He's like a dog. Loyal and slobbery and whatever. Tends to get distracted now and then though."
"And Loki?" He watched for signs of behaviour changes, at the mention of the prisoner's name, but was merely greeted with the woman's deep interest in wiping her fork clean to start on her dessert. "What exactly was your relationship with him?"
"Loki and I… well… see the thing is. Okay, let me try from the beginning and you'll see what I mean." Kari cleared her throat as if getting ready to tell a particularly long-winded bedtime story to a five year old. "So, I end up on asgard and worked as one of the servants in the palace. Now, Loki when I met him was rude… all the time… so I got back at him, then he got back at me, then I got back at him and he got back at me. All fun and games really until he tried to rape me and stuff. And believe me when I say that sort of thing isn't such a big crime on asgard." She laughed despite the lack of humorous material and began prodding at her chocolate cake. "Anyway, I stopped playing but he kept at it making my life miserable until he ruined my birthday and got me into massive trouble with Odin who was going to send me to my death unless I did some tasks. So I had to learn swordsmanship from my granddad but then he was away on business or whatever one day and… another asgardian…" her tone switched for a moment as if 'another asgardian' were something unsavoury on her shoe, "convinced me to ride on an eight-legged horse. I hate horses." Cake was forced into her mouth atop a fork with a level of horrified annoyance at a detested memory. "Of course I get thrown off and there's Loki rescuing me like he's a good guy all of a sudden. That didn't last long though. He experimented on me with this glowing blue stuff."

"'Glowing blue stuff'?" Coulson's interest narrowed.

"Yeah, some weird drink that increases all your stuff, like strength and intelligence."

"Did it work?"

"Hah, no." Kari smiled a chocolaty smile almost spewing partially chewed cake on the desk from talking with her mouth full. "Well sort of."

"Go on."

"Eh, well as Loki explained it, it's sort of tied to how you view yourself but because I don't seem to have that much of an opinion of myself all it did was make me into a child because I see myself as a child." She shrugged at the bemused looking agent apparently unsure what to make of this piece of information. "But then later after this thing with… uh, just a thing… I kept thinking about being seventeen and uh… well…"

"I had wondered how a thirty seven year old-"

"I'm twenty nine." Her glower caught the agent off guard.

"My mistake." He cleared his throat, leaning back into his chair as he made himself more comfortable for continued tales of asgard. "Go on."

"Oh, well, uh, where was I? Right, even when I was child sized he kept picking on me and I kicked him so he dropped me through a portal to Jotunheim." She twirled her empty fork in a downward tornado shape until the tip tapped against the desk as visual demonstration. "It's a big snowy place full of blue giants. I spent about a year there with some nice old lady giants until… another asgardian…" the disgusted intonation had returned, "came to bring me back to asgard. That's when my memory got wiped but Loki was… I dunno… feeling guilty maybe and stopped me from dying then made me his apprentice."

"Apprentice?"

"Yeah, magic and stuff. I'm not that good at it though." She slouched causing her curls to bounce at the sudden shift in altitude. "Kind of disappoint him a lot." More cake was forced into her waiting mouth. "Then Loki and Thor were having one of their tiffs. Thor stole Loki's girlfriend. Don't know why either of them bothered, Serana was annoying, big tits aren't worth that much aggravation." She subconsciously brought her elbows closer together, forcing her lack of boobage to attempt to form cleavage. "All the squabbling got to the point where they decided they would pit me against this big guard guy and bet on the outcome. I was Loki's choice of victor and he asked his mother to give me to him and the cow said yes." Kari pouted at the agent as if he might have some sympathy for the matter. "Argh, if it wasn't bad enough she stole my cat…" There was an exchange of confusing looks before story time abruptly continued. "All his meanness got kind of super at that point. He made me read books. He threw things at me a lot too. I had to do his laundry even. Won the fight though if you're wondering."

"Really?"

"You don't have to sound so surprised." She glared; this friendship was so over.

"Sorry, go on." Coulson was not going to lose any sleep over it.

"Loki really hated me talking to… another asgardian…" her tone fluctuated as if unsure whether to continue being mad at or just sorry for whomever 'another asgardian' was, "and annoyingly he was right about him. Loki kind of sort of helped me escape in an endangering sort of way after I got into trouble with Odin again because I got back my memory and called him out on his bullshit. Which is how I ended up time-travelling." She raised her hands, fork and all, in a 'taadaa' sort of manner. "And that's Loki and me."
"Thank you for your time." Coulson in took a deep breath, before pushing his chair back and standing, paperwork in hand. "You've been most helpful, Miss Motter."

"Sure, whatever." She deflated somewhat at the lack of applause for her magnificent finish and began the ordeal of scraping up the cake crumbs and runny ice cream on her plate with the fork.

"When you're ready to leave just hit the button and the door should open."

"Uh, okay." She eyed the green-lit emergency button besides the doorway and saluted the agent off. "Thanks for the meal."

"Your welcome." He concluded their little chat with the shake of his head as he strolled out of the interrogation room.

As the last dribble of cakey-ice cream found its way into her mouth, Kari drooped back into her chair to admire the way her stomach now protruded in a happily full manner. With a great sigh of mixed satisfied discomfort and humming approval she thought against the waves of food coma attempting to seize her sleep addled brain and downed the last of her cola until displacing the glass with a tinkle of forgotten ice amongst the debris of plates and dirty napkin. She hoped to god they did not expect her to clean this mess up, she did not even know where the kitchen was or anything anyway. Speaking of not knowing where things were.

With some great effort, the curly haired woman forced herself up onto her feet and groaned quietly at the way her insides pressed taut against her outer skin. Never in all her life had she been quite this full and yet still thinking about a trip to Mcdonalds. Hitting the exit button, the door swished open and she mostly waddled out into the corridor only to find herself lacking a certain escort. Did they expect her to know where she was? Maybe there was a map somewhere nearby? Where was she supposed to go anyway? This place was thirty thousand feet above sea level, or so the agent had informed her – she probably should not believe anything the men in black were saying.

Sighing, Kari began following the only route open to her, a curving corridor that would at some point lead her back to the pestering doctor. The place was eerily quiet, nobody seemed to be around despite the fact it was teeming with busy looking people during her previous walks about the ship. What was going on?

A smooth 'tsssk' sounded to her left, causing the slow moving woman to halt her steps and turn toward the sound in surprise. A door had opened of its own accord if the lack of anyone on either side was to go by. Kari scowled at the occurrence, feeling somewhat like a mouse in a maze but instead of cheese the diabolical jailers were giving her something far less palatable.

Pausing to tap her foot in annoyance, fingers combing the back of her neck in further contemplation, she mentally argued her situation before coming to some conclusion and sauntering into the newly discovered area. A walkway led around the space, consoles littering the edges and railing fencing in a strange looking glass cage towards the centre. Her eyebrow rose in humour at the sight before her, though her lips remained passive and tense as she tentatively took steps deeper into the beast's lair.

Loki stared, unblinking, from his seated spot on the uncomfortable looking bed in his confines. He made no move, stock-still and stoic as he eyed the woman peering around before she finally discovered a chair and dragged it noisily towards a glass wall. A stand off; Kari stretched her back, making herself comfortable in her chair and leaned her feet against the exterior of the rat's cage. The rat in question cocked his head to the side, features hard and unforgiving as he tried to discover just how irritated he was at her unexpected presence in general for the length of the day. She certainly picked her moment to return; just as he was executing a rather devious plan of world domination.

"Have they sent you to coerce me?" Loki stared to his left at the camera watching him diligently.
"Right because I'm so easily sent by people places." She followed his line of sight, panged with a mixture of truth and mutual sarcasm from her words and the current ironic events.
"I recall sending you to Jotunheim with ease."
"You're not Jotunheim."

Her smile rapidly faded, the humor between them icy cold as the asgardian growled a short sharp bark of a laugh. There was definitely something off about Loki, in a manner she had never seen before and boy had she seen a lot of his nasty phases.

"Why are you here, my little pet?" He ground out, raising from his seated position and making his way towards her in such an imposing manner she began to squirm despite the thick glass between them. "Come to jest and ridicule me in my confines? See your master debased?"
"Well… when you put it like that…" Kari's feet dropped from their perch as she straightened herself now he was looming down at her and cleared her throat reflectively. "It is rather nice seeing you in there and me out here for once but I'm really not in the mood for whatever this argument is. How've you been, Locket?"
"Not that appalling moniker. Your reasoning behind it makes hardly sense at all."

"The more it annoys you, the more I like it, Locket." She chuckled at his exasperation but was soon dismissed as her verbal stick poking was greeted with the asgardian's back to her. "Aw, come on, don't pout." Brows furrowing Kari rolled her eyes at his childish display after only trying to be nice. "God, fine, be a big baby or whatever in there then. I was only being friendly, asking what's up with you. If you ever wandered why nobody likes you much this is the reason."

"Still your tiresome tongue!" He spat dangerously, twirling on the spot and catching her off guard with the swiftness of his motion.

"Uh-huh." She steadied herself from the several steps back she had taken at his outburst and chewed nervously on her lower lip as she tried to re-approach the apparently wounded animal. "So what's all this stuff about you killing eighty people and stealing the FBI's artefact for a goal nobody explained to me?"

"Poor, Motter, escape asgard only to find yourself the slave of the home you so longed to return to. Ironic really but what could be expected of such a pathetic creature."

"I've so not missed your dick swinging." Now she was mad, snorting her disapproval of the stupid man-child. "My god I wish I was back in that foggy place again right now. You, ya know, enjoy yourself in there being a massive dick. I'm just going to go outside and hang out with Thor."

Getting a complete lack of reply, despite her goading, Kari grumbled to herself as she stalked from Loki's capture room and back out into the corridor. The asgardian in question was already comfortably lounging on his bed again, acting as if she were merely dust within the air a servant would come to clean up later. What exactly was going on here? Sure, she had not really expected to necessarily see asgard again but Loki had been different than he was now. Perhaps he had lost interest in his games involving her life in the eight years she had been missing, to his recollection. Eight years was a long time. Still, he could at least try not to be quite such a mega penis – feign a little curiosity at least. Oh god, now she was weeping like an idiot.