The Tale of a Midgardian Frost Giant

Chapter 3

(Trixie's PoV)

I starred out the window of the helicopter and at the helicarrier which was losing altitude quickly. For some reason I kept thinking about what Furry would have done if he had found me in there. I wondered if he would kill me quick, or make it slow, painful, and heart crushing. Probably the second one but I didn't want to have found out myself. The feeling of anger boiled inside of me as I thought of Furry. About everything he has done to me, and everything he will do to me. Just because I escaped this time doesn't mean I'm safe. He will find me again I just hope it's not any time soon.

"So what terrible crime did you do to get locked up?" Loki asked me with a slight laugh. He could sense my annoyance which probably made him enjoy it that much more.

"I didn't do anything, Furry just decided to lock me up anyway," I said with anger and hatred in my voice as I continued to stare at the helicarrier that I could just barely see in the distance. Deep inside my rage there was a feeling of regret. The regret of agreeing to come. If I would have stayed I would have given Furry a real reason to lock me up.

"You can't be serious can you? You really did nothing? He really locked you up for no reason?" he asked in a tone that sounded more surprised than I thought he would be.

"Well he did have a reason," I responded. I went to continue to talk but I stopped myself.

"And that reason would be?" Loki asked. I hesitated not wanting to answer, but realizing that would only make my situation worse than it already was I decided to just get it out.

"Because I'm......different," I told him. I didn't want to say what Furry had said I was. It hurt to say it, even thinking about it hurt.

"Well obviously your different, but that doesn't explain why he locked you up," he said. I didn't say anything and I could tell Loki was getting impatient. "Are you going to tell me or not?" He asked me with hidden anger in his voice.

"Because I'm a monster ok!? I'm just an unwanted freak of nature and that's why he locked me up!!" I yelled. I turned my head back toward the window and noticed that in the reflection of the window my eyes had turned red. I hated it when that happened. It usually doesn't happen but every now and then it'll appear. Silence fell across the jet. No one made a sound, not even the pilots mumbled or whispered anything. It was dead silent, it felt almost unnatural. Nothing was heard except the noise of the jet racing through the air. My rage for Furry was no longer there but only the rage I had for myself. The rage of knowing what I was, a freak, a monster, an outcast. I would go on but I was already upset enough as it is.

"I'm sorry I threw you down on the ground back in that flying fortress," I heard Loki say.

"It's fine, it isn't the worst thing that's happened to me," I said barely hiding the pain in my voice.

"Really? I threatened to kill you and that's not the worst thing to have happened to you?" he asked me.

"Nope, not even close," I said with a small sigh. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Loki had a look of confusion.

"What can be worse than death?" he asked sarcastically, not really looking for an answer. Well he was going to get one anyway.

"Being forced to live knowing you'll always be alone just because of one little difference, and that no one will accept you," I said letting the pain in my voice show. I really wish Loki would just shut up so I didn't have to talk about this. I didn't care if he hurt me if I didn't talk I was just fed up with talking about this. It's a topic I've forced myself to not think about yet I always do. I always think about it. Even if I don't realize I'm thinking about it, I am. But either way I was going to die soon. There was no way Loki let me come with him because he was trying to be nice. He was only using me to get what he wanted, and after that he would probably kill me. Actually he probably would slowly torture me, taunting me with all my worst fears. It wouldn't be surprising. Basically no matter what happened I wouldn't survive this week. Either Loki was going to kill me, or Furry would find me and kill me on the spot.

"Why do you assume I'm going to kill you?" Loki asked me with a slight laugh. Great, someone who reads mind....damn it.

"Because if you did it wouldn't be the first time someone has tried. A lot of people hate me and want to kill me so if you killed me I wouldn't be to surprised," I said still starring out the window. My eyes were still red which was mainly the reason why I wouldn't make eye contact with him. I hated it when my eyes would turn red, I was just glad I wasn't angry enough to have my skin turn blue. That's only ever happened once or twice but I hated it still. We sat there in silence for another minute. I was getting so mad. I knew Loki had seen the way my eyes looked and he was just waiting. Waiting for the perfect moment to bring it up, and he knew it was going to get me mad. He knew it was going to happen, and he knew not saying anything was eating me alive no matter how much I said I didn't care. I felt like I was going numb. Not because of the pain, but because I was used to the pain and I was used to just wanting to destroy something because I was so angry.

"And what exactly are you mad at?" Loki asked trying to make it apparent he was enjoying this.

"You know exactly what I'm mad at," I snapped back at him.

"Don't you mean who you're mad at?" Loki asked but it was actually in a serious tone. As if he wasn't getting any amusement out of my anger and pain.

"Exactly," is all I managed to say back. I took a incredibly quick glance at my one hand that was hidden from Loki's view. Just barely there was an incredibly feint blue tint on part of my hand. I felt like I was about to have a panic attack, or a heart attack. Which ever came first.

(Natasha's PoV)

I sat with Agent Barton in a medic room. We sat there and talked for a minute until Steve came in.

"He took Trixie," Steve said.

"What?!" I asked.

"Wait, who's Trixie?" Clint asked.

"I'll explain later. Anyway are you sure he has her?" I asked.

"There's no other way she could've gotten off this thing. No jets are missing so she didn't fly off in one," Steve said. For some reason I felt bad. I mean of course I felt bad, who knows what Loki is going to do to her? Better question is why did he take her? Thousands of possible reasons flashed through my head before they were dismissed by Clint's voice.

"Wait so who is Trixie?" he asked. Steve and I explained who she was, how Furry had lied about her, and how now Loki had her.

"Why would Loki take her?" Clint asked.

"I don't know," I responded.

"Well, do you have a suit?" Steve asked Clint as he nodded his head. "Then suit up,". We headed out to a jet and flew off and so did Stark.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Not sure," Barton said. Roggers didn't say anything.

"So why do you think Furry lied?" Barton asked.

"Depends, do you mean why did he lie about making weapons using the tesseract or why he lied about Trixie hurting people," Steve said.

"Why would he lie to us about something like that? More importantly why did he lock her up? She didn't hurt anyone, and if she would have been lying I would have known. So obviously Furry has some issues with her," I said. We all exchange glances before we fell silent.