Slave of Fate

AN: New story! ...Again... Anyway, this is inspired by Poetic Justic by Limmet on Fanfiction.net.  HOWEVER, Poetic Justice is a mature yaoi story, which some people (such as myself) do not like.  Do not get me wrong, it is very well written, but some of us younger, straight teens may not like reading such things, regardless of how good the plot is. 

As such, this story is Lokix(female)OC and is a firm T, even if, at some point, it may or may not belong in M for violence, but that's probably not going to happen with this story, so whatever. 

SORRY THE PROLOGUE IS SO SHORT!!!!!!!!!!! From now on, they will (hopefully) be longer.  Ciao for now, AquaDragon78

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers. But after comic con, I may or may not own Draco Malfoy and my friend will own Captain Jack Harkness. After that, Loki and David Tennet. Then Iron Man and Matt Smith... YOU KNOW NOTHING!!!!!! DONT WARN THE POLICE WHEN PEOPLE GO MISSING!!!!!!!!!!

........Prologue - Speak Now........

Sighing, Why glanced out the window, watching rain drops splatter against the foggy glass. It had been your average warm and cheerful day at YellowStone Science Center - which was really only herself and some bunk beds, what with her mother dead and her father crazy, telling her to never go outside and then going missing - when all of a sudden,lightning had split the sky and she had watched as a strange funnel of light descended into the forest.

Now, you're probably thinking she was planning on heading out to investigate. Ha-Ha, no. She's read those stories, where the main character heads out to "investigate" like a total idiot and ends up being drawn into some nefarious scheme that ends with someone being tortured and/or dying. No thank you!

Suddenly, a knocking sound resounding in the hunting lodge from the front door. Why's eyes widened as she wondered who on EARTH would be out in this storm, which lead her to remember the tornado, which lead her to open the front door, memories of Norse myths and New York racing through her mind... "You have got to be kidding me."

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"Okay, back up, remind me just WHY this dude is supposed to be my slave, again?" Why's voice shook as she stared at the scene before her, not comprehending this situation at. all. Four men in golden armor with white, Dumbledore beards and Godric Gryffindor's swords strapped to their hip surrounded a black haired man, shivering on the floor, as the fifth soldier - some crazy dude who looked like Lucius Malfoy and wore silver armor - continued to attempt to force her to own a slave. A. Freaking. Slave. No thank you, crazy man!

"This, is Loki," explains the man, gesturing to the black haired man on the floor. Good, I can stop calling him Snape now...

"Wait, wait, wait. Loki? As in - THE Loki - the one from Norse mythology and the guy who attacked Manhattan six years ago?" she cries, staring at the renaissance fair escapees in front of her.

That would be correct, Midgardian wench," states Lucius-the-Pompous.

"Oh Norns, you're the Einherjer warriors, aren't you? Oh demons above and below, I cannot get a break!" she cries, gripping her hair in frustration and stomping her foot like a child before pausing to glare at the Einherjer who was speaking. "Wait, you did NOT JUST go there, you little mutt!" she snarls, teeth baring as she registers the insult. 'Midgardian wench, never!'

"Have care how you speak. I know not why, but Heimdal has stepped in and interfered with the Allfather's plans. After the slaves' previous owners have all attempted to either kill him or pass him off to a new owner, Heimdal declared that you would be the only acceptable owner for the argr," sneered silver-armored-sleeve bag. 'Oh look, alliteration! Right, back on track, Why,' she scolded herself mentally before pinning the Einherjer with a glare so fierce, even the ancient warrior shifted nervously.

"Listen to me very carefully.  I will accept Loki, but only because I wish for my head to remain attached to my neck.  I do not know why I was chosen, or what is supposed to come out of this.  But know this," Why stated as she stepped forward mencacingly, the lights flickering as the storm shorted out her electricity before the back-up generator kicked back in, "I am not to be trifled with.  If there is anything about this situation that you are neglecting to tell me, speak now.  If you are setting me or Loki up for failure or death, speak now.  If you have anything to say of any importance to me, then speak. now."

Each time she stated "speak now" a wind rushed through the room and the Einherjer's felt a tug on their minds, a compulsion to do exactly as she wished never question the queen knows best obeyObeyOBEY!!!

Nevertheless, the proud Asgardians never did not let any thought flicker across their face, save for a glimpse of fear and respect in their cold eyes before that too vanished.  "The only rules of this arrangment is that you may not kill the slave, may not trade It off, if It should escape, then It will be brought back to Asgard to face execution by torture, and if It kills or harms another mortal without your permission and/or approval, then It will also be returned to Asgard for execution by torture.  You may also not kill It."

"Okay. First off, Loki is Loki, not 'It.' Okay? Good.  In that case, scram and may karma give you a day as screwed up as mine.  Buh-Bye now," snarled the girl as she all but shoved the Einherjer Warriors into the front yard and watched as they traveled via Bifrost back to Asgard.  She hoped this would stop after New Mexico and New York, but apparently not!

Whirling on her heel, Why stalked into the room where Loki still laid on the floor, trembling.  Sighing, the teenage girl strolled right next to him, observing how the fallen prince tensed as her combat boots entered his field of vision, yet how despite his obvious apprehension, he did not flinch or attempt to scramble away.  She'd like to think that this was because he was unclear of her intentions, but that was immediately disregarded as she glimpsed the resignation and fear in his emerald eyes.

The silver haired girl knelt next to the fallen prince, her flame-patterned strands of red hair falling in front of her face.  "Listen to me, and listen well," she states, waiting for Loki to nod in reply.  "I do not know what has happened to you, nor do I know the motivations and reasons behind your actions.  Nevertheless, know this.  I am not like others - I'm not even like most people. Do I look like most people?" Loki timidly shook his head, and Why gave him a flicker of a smile and a nod.  "Here, you are safe, and that will not change, even if you do not believe me.  But most of all, know this.  While others have broken you, I am going to fix you." With that, she stood and guided Loki to his new room without another word. 

Once Loki was gone, Why pulled out her phone and called an old friend. She had plans to make.

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AN: So, what do ya'll think? Wassup with Why's freaking voice powers? What is she? Is she a MarySue - becayse if she is, she won't be for long.  And Loki - poor Loki.  Wassup with him? And, perhaps most importantly - Who did Why call? Ciao for now, AquaDragon78

PS - Please let me know if the pic worked. It's supposed to be Why.... except it's Emma Watson, so just... change the colors of her hair and eyes.  Thanks!