Agent A: Displaced

Remember You Are Mine

She woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains. Her limbs were still filled with the delicious mix of post-sleep heaviness and post-coital bliss. But when she finally rose, the apartment was empty.

An envelope rested against the toaster, a single letter written on it: A.

'A', the note read.

'I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye, just know that I will be back as soon as I possibly can.

You have the run of the city, enjoy yourself but don't cause too much havoc. My men will be with you at all times. I expect to hear all about it on my return.

Remember, you are mine.

Loki'

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as a wave of loneliness swept over her. She hadn't expected to miss him, particularly not the instant she found out he'd left her.

Along with the note, he had also left her a pile of cash. Her eyes widened at the thickness of the stacks, she could certainly have fun with that.

She stepped out onto the streets of New York, eyes drawn upwards to the building that reached up to the pale blue sky. She set off to see the sights, eager to experience the city she'd seen on her TV screens so many times.

She wandered the streets, ticking off the sights and dipping into a few stores to pick up a few outfits that were more to her taste. She found herself hovering over a display of lacy, pale blue lingerie, wondering idly if Loki would enjoy seeing her in something similar. The underwear she'd been provided with were all made of fine black silk, but she suspected Loki's tastes extended far beyond what she'd seen so far.

Watching the sun dip behind the horizon from a rooftop bar she smiled faintly as a waiter brought her another glass of champagne. The buzz of the alcohol had taken a sad turn and she could feel her spirits plummeting.

She headed back to the apartment.