It was dark yet bright. Empty yet full. Silent but loud. It was like looking through two pairs of glasses. Bright lords and ladies in colorful dresses and immaculate suits laughed and twirled. The large chamber was like a maze of different persons. Her eyes scanned the room, noting the large tanned lady with a height of hair glance at her, the serving girl that slipped through the crowd like a flower hurrying past obstacles in a fast flowing stream. A middle sized man in a navy-blue tuxedo chuckled loudly, his hand trembling in his pocket. The young girl in the middle of the dance, arms holding on to her like a spider.

Though there were many, her eyes focused on one. The rest in the room were secondary. First, it was him.

Tall and lean, he sat casually in a chair, his eyes glittering as his long slender fingers adjusted his black tight-fitted suit. The smile he had on his face did nothing to subside the caution one had when catching sight of his sharp features. Together with his deep green eyes that pulled you in like a great mass of forest, he was a sight indeed. It was like standing in front of a growling lion behind glass. It was dangerous and contained, but the glass was bound to break sooner or later and the feral creature would be unleashed.

Loki Oddinson.

Her target.

The one person in the world who could topple her employer; their work.

With a small smile plastered on her face, she moved forward, stepping daintily in between people until she arrived right in front of her target. "Prince Loki!"

The young man watched her lazily, his smile widening and his eyes narrowing. "Miss," he returned.

"I've been trying to hold myself back, Prince Loki, it must be so exasperating with everyone trying to talk to you, but I just couldn't anymore!" She gushed, putting her whole spirit, mind, and body into the act. "Could I have your autograph? Oh please, Prince Loki, it would mean a whole lot to me. I'm a huge fan of your work, your theory of Sturms expressions and polynomials are astounding!" She let out a breathless laugh and took another to go on, but Loki predictably held up a hand.

"I'd love to, miss."

The grin reached from either side of her face as she buzzed with positive energy. Making a show of searching her pockets, her smile turned mournful. "I don't have a pen!"

The prince straightened and then stood reluctantly. "I'm afraid I can't help you then."

Her expression crumpled as she stepped backward. "Are you sure there's no one that could let me borrow one?"

The young god sighed, seeming to hold back his frustration. "I suppose my secretary could help you."

She beamed again even as dark satisfaction rose in the back of her mind. Step three complete.

Loki turned and gracefully walked along the fringe of the large room, toward the wide double doors that led out of the chambers. She scurried to follow, shuffling past people with quick apologies.

He was waiting at the door for her, a hand upon the gold engravings. Without a backward glance at her, he slipped through. Catching the heavy door with her hand, she hurriedly followed, knowing she had seconds before he would suspect something. Loki strutted forward toward the large semi-circular desk, his arms hanging at his side as his eyes flitted around the room. She cataloged the instant he realized. His steps halted abruptly and he tensed, spinning around to face her. She let her innocent mask fall.

"You," Loki snarled, his hand coming up to his jacket.

She tilted her head, stepping forward as she thrust her arm down, the dagger in her sleeve sliding into her hand.

"You're too dangerous to live." She said simply, voice soft. "We gave you a chance to back down but you tore apart our offer and soaked it in blood."

Loki's hands had been busy, and within moments his coat was unbuttoned and a long silver knife was in his hands. He narrowed his eyes, raising the weapon. "I will not surrender to you. Your system is perverted and evil; too many have lost everything because of you. I will die before I back down from this fight."

"If that is what you wish." The words were delivered with cold aloofness, accompanied by a sudden rush forward.

Loki stepped back, his open coat swishing at the movement. She used the motion to dive into a roll, and when she came back up, Loki had disappeared. She narrowed her eyes, but he made himself known by kicking her back with his pointed shoe. Her dress flared upward as air escaped her but she didn't panic, instead turning the fall into a handspring, coming up to thrust at the young man. Loki parried it away from his face with his dagger and caught her wrist with his other hand.

"They must be desperate to hire an assassin." He sneered as they both gasped for breath.

"I know what you're doing." She responded, ripping her hand out of his grip and once again driving her dagger toward him.

"Really?" He stumbled backwards as he deflected it. "I didn't think someone like you would know the mind of a-"His sentence cut off as she kicked him. Hard. The young god doubled over with a groan, but kept his head up, eyes on her.

"You're wasting time so that someone will notice your absence and come looking for you." She announced as Loki stood up, noting the desk right behind him. A light flickered, and his attention was diverted to the large glass windows across the room where the wind began to howl.

It was all she needed. With speed like a rabbit she pounced and he fell back against the white desk, blood trailing sluggishly down his arm. He was trapped and he knew it. Slowly he raised his arms even as he leaned back, causing a stapler to crash to the ground.

Loki's eyes narrowed. "I didn't want to do this," he said, and she caught sight of his eyes and hands starting to glow. She hissed and pressed the dagger closer. "One spell and you're dead."

He grinned at her, his dark eyelashes prominent as he looked up. "You're not going to kill me; I'm a prince of Asgard, there will be too much fuss if you do. If you go now I will not mention this to the King and Queen."

She stared at him, the dagger she was holding to his throat steady in her hands.

"Do you really want the blood of a prince of Asgard on your hands?"

Her lips thinned.

"Go now, and I won't send anyone after you. An oath I promise to keep to my dying br-"

The words died as he choked, and his eyes flitted to hers, shocked. His hands went to his chest, where her dagger was buried.

"Assassins don't have time for hesitation." She whispered. "That's what gets you killed."

She turned and walked away toward the glass windows, her heart stone as he died.

Hurling Loki's dagger through the window, the room grew cold and dim. The night was dark now, empty and silent. Her once vibrant white dress now dyed red, a dagger in her hand and she was gone, disappearing into the blackness.

A/N:

Why does this have many plot holes? Why doesn't Loki use more of his magic? Where are they? Where's Thor? When is this set? Who is the assassin and where does she work?

Yeah, I don't have answers. This story was originally an assignment for English and I decided to turn it into a fanfic. For that reason, there is many many weird things about this fic.

One of the reason I really love this story is that YOU get to decide the why, how, where, when and who. I've written hints but YOU get to decide.

Anyway just a random story. Still working on Prince of Enchanters.

Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it! Review if you're inspired ;)