Thanos' Daughter

Chapter 9

     "Loki I don't want to," I wined. I was aware that I sounded like a child, but I didn't care.

     Over the past few days, Loki and I had come to some kind of mutual truce. I wouldn't say we liked each other or anything, but we'd come to respect each other begrudgingly. The hub had been much less noisy when we weren't fighting and even the soldiers seemed more at ease. There were also noticeably fewer dents in the floors and walls of the building.

     "I'm not asking you to murder anyone, just put it on. It's not going to kill you."

     "Easy for you to say. Just so you know, I'd rather be killing someone. Why can't I go with Barton? I'm much better at infiltration than whatever you want to call what you're trying to make me do."

     "I'm not making you do anything. If you really want to go with Barton, I won't stop you. Just know that if something goes wrong during my distraction, if I get hurt in any way, Thanos will have your head on a platter."

     Damn, he had me there. Blood relations or no, my father would maim me if Loki failed at this and I wasn't around to clean up the shit he wrecked. "Do I really have to go in that?" I eyed the offending thing. "It's looks damn uncomfortable and there's nowhere to hide my sword."

     "With me around, you shouldn't need a sword." Loki tried to act macho. It wasn't working.

     "Stick to being a trickster. Macho doesn't suit you. Besides, what if I need to bail you out of trouble? What will I do without my swords then?"

     "Fine, bring your damn swords see if I care." He waved his hand down the front of the offending garment and the hemline lengthened until it reached the floor.

     I sighed. It would have to do. "Get out."

     Loki's brow furrowed."Excuse me?"
     "I said get out. If you want me to wear this god awful thing, then get the hel out so I can change. There's no way I'm letting you see me without my clothes on."
     "You do know that I could simply will the dress to appear on your body right?"

     "Do that, and you're a dead man walking. There's no way I'm letting you do any kind of magic on me voluntarily. Plus, the instant before the clothes I'm wearing now, and that stupid dress switch places, I'd be naked. So thank but no thanks. Now get out." I shoved him to the door and slammed it in his face. I turned back to face my foe.

     It wasn't that the dress wasn't pretty. On the contrary, it was gorgeous. It was a sleek black, now floor length, dress. The neckline was high. The collar and upper chest were covered in green and gold rhinestones that formed an intricate pattern of lines and curves that met the lower part of the black dress at my chest. I assumes the gems were fake, but this was Loki and his motto seemed to be go big or go home. At the bottom of the dress there was a small slit that started at the middle of my upper thigh. I hated the idea of possibly flashing everyone at this stupid event, but the slit also offered me easier access to my sword which would be strapped to my hip under the dress.

     Grumbling about how I was going to make Loki pay for forcing me to wear a dress, I climbed into the damn thing. I slid on my sheath for my sword as well. To my surprise and delight, the dress had enough fabric near the waist to hide the fact that I was wearing a belt and sword underneath. I also strapped on my thigh knives, just in case. In the dress bag, there was also a green and gold tasseled shawl. It matched the colors of my dress perfectly. I slung it around my neck.

     I slid on the pair of god awful heels that I swear Loki picked out specifically to torture me. They were gold to match the dress and they came up above my ankle, but that wasn't the issue. The issue was that the heel of the stupid shoe was so small, I knew that I'd be tottering all over tonight. There was no way they were practical for any woman to wear, let alone one like me who needed to be ready to fight at a moment's notice.