Agent A: Displaced

Not For Him To Decide

"Thor? Thor," She called, striding across the training ground, Loki following dumbfounded behind her.

"Lady Annalise, what can I do for you?" He shot a questioning glance at his brother.

"It's time to start my training."

A frown crossed his face. "But earlier, Loki said it would be a few weeks before you would be ready?"

"He was wrong. I'm ready and I want to start now."

"Brother?" He looked helplessly at Loki.

"No, it's not for him to decide anymore," she snapped. "I'm telling you we are starting now."

"Ok," he agreed, slowly extending his hand out between them. She looked at him questioningly.

"If we are to do this, we need to trust each other." He looked down at his hand expectantly and she placed hers in his, her hand quickly swallowed by his giant palm. He shook it gently a few times then held it still in front of them.

"I won't use any of my power, there will be no repeat of what happened at dinner the other night, I promise. And I ask that you try and do the same. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes." She nodded, trying not to panic at the sight of the thick muscles in his arm. The thought of him crushing her like a fly swam through her mind, making her regret this rash decision.

He pulled sharply on her hand, sending her tumbling towards his chest. Just before she crashed into him, her training kicked in and she was able to spin away under his arm. She backed away slowly, hands raised, to the sound of the Warriors Three cheering.

'Very good." Thor smiled broadly, advancing on her like a bull about to charge. She gasped as her back hit the cold stone of one of the pillars that ringed the training yard, his hand coming at her with inhuman speed, fingers open yet relaxed. She twisted away again, but he caught her easily.

With both hands pinned to her side she had no other option but to slam her heel into his foot. Thor cried out in surprise and she bolted, taking advantage of his momentarily loosened grip. She only made it a few steps before he was upon her again, spinning her back towards him and wrapping a hand around her throat.

His palm covered the entire length of her throat, forcing her head back so she was looking right at him. The pressure made her panic, breath coming out in short gasps as she tried to suck more air in while her hands tried to pry his fingers away. It was impossible; like bars of iron around her neck.

"Thor. Brother, you promised you wouldn't hurt her," she heard Loki growl from somewhere behind you.

He raised his arm so their faces were level and slowly tightened his grip. Her feet were dangling in the air and the pressure on her throat made it nearly impossible to breathe. She kicked out, her knee connecting firmly between his legs. He dropped her and sank to the ground with a muffled groan, leaving her sprawled in the dust. She didn't dare to stay still for long though, despite the burning in her throat and hammering heart.

Backing away from Thor, she saw Loki approaching out of the corner of her eye.

"Brother?" He stepped between them, hands raised, prepared to react if Thor had taken exception to her fighting style.

Thor eventually looked up and said, slightly breathlessly. "Stand down brother, she has no reason to fear." He heaved himself to his feet. "Well fought, Lady Annalise. Impressive for someone so small. And without ripping your dress too."

She blushed. "I'm sorry if I hurt you," she offered.

"Nonsense, it was a good fight. Will you take a walk with me? I feel we have much to discuss." She followed him out of the training ground, oblivious to Thor's gesture for Loki to follow at a distance.