Loki, my darling

IV

I got to design my own suit. For the main color I chose to be the opposite of my mother - I chose white, the color of peace. And even though I hated its ruler I decided the accent color should represent my homeland, Asgard, so I added a bit of gold here and there. After what happened last night I made sure it had long sleeves, to hide my arms that would have the scars even years from now. I wasn't comfortable with revealing looks either way so I decided to go with a look that was showing almost no skin at all, except for my head and my palms. Tony recommended it to be skin-tight so that it'd be easier to move in, he also took care of all the technical parts - from my communication system to the material being fire-, water- and ice-proof and so on.

It ended up looking amazing and felt almost like a second skin, with a cape added to make me look as badass as I, according to Tony, was.

When we finished it was almost dark outside. "I am starving!" groaned Mr. Stark "Aren't you? Wanna go get some dinner?" "I guess I won't turn down food after hundreds of years on the street will I?" I replied jokingly but he looked shocked "HUNDREDS of years!? I thought you were not even 18 yet by the looks of it?" "In human years I guess I might not be, yes, in my actual years I've lost count, I should be around 1000" "WOW, that is OLD, but I do know someone older?" Now that was interesting "Who?" I asked as we started to walk towards the kitchen "Thor, the god of thunder, I just call him Point Break though, he is about 1500 years old. He's from Asgard" I fell silent for a minute. Asgard, I was from there too, but this name didn't really ring any bells. Tony saw me being startled "You okay? Do you know him?" I shook my head "But I know Asgard, I am from there too, even though I wasn't treated very well," "I'm sorry about that, I didn't know, I didn't wanna hurt you..." he apologized, and looked genuinely sorry. "It's okay, I have a lot of pain in my past, but you guys have already given me the best life I've ever seen, I wouldn't have even imagined that beds could be that soft and that food could actually be enjoyable," he looked a bit shocked again, I guess he hadn't actually had any idea how miserably I had been living. He hugged me. Then went on being Tony by saying "Hundreds of years and not a single tasty meal?! That's worse than torture!" We ate pizza, as Tony was now eager to make me eat "all the best foods in existence". While eating he told me "It's actually funny, before Thor left to go back to Asgard he left me a heavy wooden box, said that there was an Asgardian on Earth, the goddess of protection or something, and that his mother, Frigga, had left the box for her before she died. It's been here ever since. You know any other Asgardians on Earth, Cassandra?" instead of answering his question I asked shockedly "Frigga's dead?! WHen? How?" "Oh, you knew her? I'm sorry, I think she's been passed on for about 7 human years now." "We were acquaintances, yes. She's pretty much the only person who's ever been kind to me up until now." "I'm sorry..." Tony said, feeling bad about accidentally touching the wounds of my past again. "Umm, so, anyway, where's the box? I believe it's meant for me as during the brief time we spent in the same room right before I was sent to Earth, she told me I was the goddess of protection - a warrior to protect mankind all over the universe" "Ok wow, I did not expect that..." admitted Tony "come this way I guess, let's go see what Frigga left you,"

She had left me an old wooden chest, which needed a key to be opened. When I looked questioningly at Mr. Stark he said he had no knowledge of any key. I then asked for a piece of metal that would be okay for me to break and he handed me an old knife. With one hand I froze the lock and with my other hand, I used my flames' heat to melt the knife right into the lock-hole. In there it immediately hardened from the coldness from my other hand. The unmelted part of the knife was still attached to the part inside the lock so I turned it and the lock opened. I now had the key. I looked at Mr Stark who looked at me with his jaw dropped, "Nice job kid, I mean I could've just let Friday pick it but that's much more impressive," I smiled and then proceeded to open the chest. The interest of what she could've left me was killing me.

There were a few weapons inside, and a letter from her. The letter stated that these were the special weapons made for me. The most special was the sword, which she said was made of the same material as Thor's hammer. She said he's ought to explain to me what that means when he gives the chest to me. Now I was obviously going to get that explanation later. I asked Tony to add the sword and some of the knives in there to my suit, the rest found a place in my new closet as there was too much clothes' space for me anyway.